I'm what what could easily be defined as super-sized, and I don't have a lot of mobility. However, I do try to walk around in my house as often as I can. I've recently noticed, after a dramatic weight gain this year, that I'm not always aware of my girth. This morning, I bumped into a kitchen chair and the counter almost simultaneously. When I hit the chair, the table jarred and a cup of coffee spilled. I also once knocked a bunch of things off a display at a grocery store while on my scooter. The pathway was wide enough for my scooter to pass, but not wide enough to squeeze my body through.

My family has given up at this point. When the weight started to pile on and I went from the 300s to the 400 s to the 500s, my mother initially misplaced the blame on my husband. In reality, he definitely is my feeder, but I'm the one driving all the massive weight gain and extreme stuffing. I am far more likely to push myself beyond my limits than he is to push me to extremes.

I probably set a world record for eating potatoes today, LOL. I had six bags of frozen french fries baked in the oven and topped with six 1 lb bags of Monterey Jack cheese and covered in ranch. Then, a couple of hours later at dinner, I had a 9x13 pan of meatloaf with three baked potatoes, topped with queso and sour cream. About an hour ago, I had four Big Macs, four large fries, three large diet Cokes, and a milkshake.

I think I also busted a seam in my underwear 🤣 but I'm too full to get up and check after chugging a gallon of chocolate milk and eating half of a sheet cake.

I think the salad may have been about 9,000 calories? Most of it came from the chicken tenders and blue cheese. I ate all my spinach though!

At lunch today, I had a big salad, and it occurred to me that my idea of "salad" is definitely not what health conscious people have in mind, although there were plenty of nutrients mixed in. It included:

- 2 large bags of spinach
- 2 cans of chick peas
- 1 cup of mushrooms
- 16 fried chicken strips, chopped
- 2 cups of candied pecans
- 2 cups of blue cheese crumbles
- 2 bags of seasoned croutons
- 1 bottle of blue cheese dressing

I also downed 8 pieces of garlic cheese toast and a big bowl of tomato bisque.

Desert was a bowl of watermelon and 2 pints of ice cream.

I feel this is a nice compromise, no? 🤣

Definitely feel you on the pants rolling down. I recently ordered some shorts and leggings big enough for me, but the waistband keeps rolling down and ends up under my gut.

I'm a very obese person, and I'm into extreme stuffings for the sake of pushing my limits as well as for the purpose of fattening. Having spent a few years in the 300s, I always believed 500 would be my absolute limit. Weight gain is a hard train to stop though; I'm more than 750 pounds now, and most of my gain was intentional.

I'm not a death feedist though. I love my husband and my family, and I want to live more years with them. I'm struggling a lot with getting out, including having a lot of difficulty getting out of our front door. I do want to gain a little more, but the day passing through the doorway becomes impossible, I'll commit to losing just enough I can still squeeze.

I got fat as a kid, but I realized I was much bigger than the average child my age after I gained so much weight one summer (sneaking and stealing food from the cabinets, eating dinner at a friend's house and eating again at home) that I couldn't fit in a normal fourth grade desk. My teacher had to set up an arts and crafts table as my desk and assigned another student -- a thin girl -- to sit there too so I wouldn't feel ostracized.

As an adult, I once lost a significant amount of weight because of pressure from my then-primary care doctor. I never got below 190, which was still considered obese, but I felt way too thin (not to mention I was hungry all the time). I started to regain unintentionally, but I didn't feel truly super-sized again until I surpassed my previous size. I remember wearing a dress that fit me before I lost weight to go out to dinner. It was very tight under the arms and around my belly, but I could still get into it. I ate two entrees and then stopped on the way home and ordered three Big Macs. When I got home and started undressing, I realized the side seam was completely blown out. I have no idea whether that happened before I left the house, at the restaurant, or while I was stuffing my face with burgers, but it was my realization that I was getting BIG. I think I celebrated by ordering Doordash.

If that happens, I'll lose just enough to make it out. Although I don't leave often, I do want to be able to get some sun on occasion.

We are very mindful of business doorways. I avoid places that don't have double doors, after getting caught momentarily and getting scraped on the doorframe at a pub. I was very stuffed at the time, but it was still a narrow doorway regardless.

Yes, but with effort. Going through sideways isn't an option as I'm wider front-to-back than side-to-aide. I also hold a lot of fat in two big side rolls, in addition to my belly protruding. To make it through the door, I had to angle my body a bit while my husband pushed in on my rolls and kind of "held them back". I also accidentally mashed my belly button, which is an outtie due to a hernia... quite painful. We considered the option of using baby oil on the door frame to ease the way and may try it when I next leave the house.