I used to live in an area with a lot of fast food places around, and when I would go for walks, I would often see women (always moms in family cars) order a ton of food for their family, pull into an adjacent parking lot, inhale half, throw away the trash, and take the rest home.

As for myself, my mother-in-law is both very health conscious and not a great cook. Whenever we go to eat at her house, my wife always checks the menu to let me know whether I need to eat a snack before we go or a full meal, since even when there is something I might like there, I take a more socially acceptable portion. Sometimes, I overdid it at home and then struggled to finish the small meal at her house.

I gained from 235 to 295 (five years ago before my 1st child was born) and then lost down to 245 and then put on muscle to 260 in the 15 years I've known my wife. I know she has gained weight, but at no point in our relationship have I known what she weighs.

She knows I like her at any weight and that I don't like skinny women in general, and that I think I'm sexy no matter what and liked being bigger. She isn't very expressive about what she finds sexy about herself or in others. If I had to guess, I would think she is somewhere between 220-235 lbs. now, but I am not a good guesser.

This makes more sense when you consider that I am a 6'1" 260 lb man surrounded by little ladies.

When someone 100 lbs less than me complains about how fat they are, or how tight the seating is, or how full they are when I'm thinking about seconds.

I often wonder how many of us are the offspring of gainers. I never have and don't plan to discuss my sexual likes and dislikes with any of my family, but I put together the fact that my grandmother gained for my grandfather.
My mom struggled some with her weight, and my grandma would tell my mom that she was too big, but my grandma was way bigger than my mom, and when my mom would call her mom out as a hypocrite, my grandma would say that my grandpa liked her this fat, the issue was that my mom was too fat to get a man, not to keep one.
What I remember as a kid about their relationship is that he loved her very much, couldn't keep his hands off her, and told her how good she looked all the time. I think that it is a good thought to consider how your eating habits influence your kids, I think your relationship with food is just as important than how much and what you eat.

I feel like in the last five years, I have gotten better at seeing the patterns and attitudes in the people around me that precede putting on weight. A lot of my friends and family that were previously skinny are getting middle-aged, and having kids and fading athleticism have caught up to a lot of people, but some more than others. Some of them, I knew that the weight was coming eventually, but others were complete surprises.

One of my friends is very active with outdoorsy stuff, and he and his long-time girlfriend were also very healthy and granola in their eating too, but even with all of the hiking and quinoa, I just knew she was going to eventually get chubby. Now that she has, I am happy for them that it hasn't changed them negatively; they still do all of the same things, and she loves herself and they and love each other very much, as they should. I've never brought up her weight, but when it has come up on its own, he indicates that he kind of knew it was coming too, based on her family history.

I like to wear something supportive, but not too tight, like a longer tucked in T-shirt, and go for a walk and feel the heaviness. This also helps me digest. Then, when I am settled, I will swing by a convenience store and get a Gatorade and chug it. Then walk home topped off.

Beans and rice is one of my favorite stuffings. I like them cooked well, but still a little firm.

When I was a in high school I was a quiz bowl nerd, and before meets, I would stuff donuts and coffee to make me quick on the buzzer. I was never one to count (one of my prized stuffing abilities is that I can zone out eating until whatever I am eating is empty or I get distracted), but I believe that my high was 14.

Ironically, I don't like donuts as an adult,

Update: I did finish the pizza.

I am glad to know I can do it, but now I don't know that I'll ever try it again.

I didn't feel as stuffed as I thought I would or for as long as I thought, but I was hungrier than normal later that day.