At least to me, the challenges that come with getting fat are the same ones you face getting older: things hurt more, take longer, and people are awkward about it. At higher weights and ages, there becomes more help with little things like reaching and considering seating, and balancing helping with more sensitive things like grooming.

do the leg waves when zoned out into a good meal? I caught myself doing it once in public, and now I notice when others are really into their food and do the leg shake. I've only caught it two or three times, kept it to myself like "been, done that", and took notice of what they were eating.

What is more awkward for me is when someone is looking for confirmation of guilt and I refuse to play along. I won't help you shame yourself for having a donut or skipping a workout. It bothers me how some people can't just enjoy a sweet treat without talking about knowing they shouldn't or how 'bad' they are being.

I like off peak times mainly because I don't want to feel like I am being rushed so that the table can be 'turned', especially since I am almost always stuffing by myself. I think there is a perfect window where you are just after the rush, and things are calming down, but not so late that the staff are preparing to close for the night.

I season the water before bringing it to a boil. I like to use doible the amount of water you normally would.
I stir in the rice and keep stirring until the water gets really starchy. Then I strain out the starchy flavored water and rinse the rice with cold water, then I put the rice into about half the amount of water needed and cover on medium high until the rice starts to boil again I remove from heat and let sit 5 minutes. This is regular rice not minute rice.
Yes, it does expand, but you have to drink a significant amount of liquid for the rice to soak up.

I believe that we often overvalue our sexuality. My wife is attractive to me because I love her, not the other way around. She feels the same way about me, which in context of the question, means she could care less of how stuffed I am or how fat I get. I would like to have my fat and her fat be more directly enjoyed in the bedroom, but if it never happens we still have good times.

I thought it would be unfair to mention that I was going to be stuffing without giving an update.
I ate a smaller breakfast, then worked out, and then cooked. I made some quinoa, (which is super underrated as a stuffing food), a fruit salad, pasta with pesto (tomato sauce is a little bit rougher to digest), popcorn, cheesy crackers, pudding, with peppermint tea, and beer to drink.
My goal was eat solidly for 30 minutes before drinking anything, then drinking quickly to stretch out, then pick at food solidly but constantly until I was too uncomfortable to continue.
I got a comfortable spot on my couch, layed everything out on my coffee table, & put on some tv for a distraction. I was wearing form fitting but stretchy athletic gear, as I had not changed clothes from my workout.
I started by wolfing down the quinoa, which I purposefully undercooked and underseasoned. When i couldn't yake another bite without chipmunking it in my cheeks, I switched to the fruit salad. The juiciness really reinvigorated mye and I ate a good deal of that before I started to slow down. Then I took my first sip of beer and slowed down and enjoyed pasta and beer until I hit the place where my fullness couldn't be ignored. I switched to slow sips of warm tea and half handfuls of popcorn until even that was no longer appetizing.
When I got to that point, I got up and stretched, rubbed my belly, walked around, and took a shower.
That break gave me a second wind. I didn't bother putting on anything beyond my bathrobe and put on one of those food shows where a guy goes to a restaurants and talks about how locals love this spot, and here's the cook making the signature dish, blah blah blah...
I ate slowly but steadily for the next 40-50 minutes until I started to ache and gurgle a little, so I stood up and took a break to rub out any knots and gas bubbles. My belly felt huge and round and hard, but suprisingly not that heavy. After that, I got into a pattern where I just drank & rubbed and drank and jiggled, taking moderate swigs, but then having to trick my belly into not tensing up. I had to get rougher with it the more stretched out it got to not stop the hiccups or avoid cramps. I finally got to the point when I knew I couldn't eat or drink anything else for at least another hour, so I melted into my couch for a while. About 40 minutes into resting a few bathroom breaks in, I felt like I could top off with the pudding, but I knew I couldn't yet without overdoing it. I waited a full 80 minutes, and then flopped big spoonfuls of pudding into my mouth. I could feel every bite hit my stomach like a sack of cement. I was fuller, heavier, and rounder than I had been at any point before, and after that, I had to wash up. Brush my teeth, and lay flat on my back in bed holding my stomach with both hands and breathing as solidly and shallowly as I could, as to not wake it and have it explode.

Not to brag, but I have stuffed myself enough times that now I have a higher bar for what counts as a stuffing as opposed to just a good meal.
I am actually pre-gaming a stuffing I have planned for tomorrow by eating a big dinner and then liquid bloating tonight. I remember when I would've considered this the stuffing.
I have learned to how fast to eat, when to pause and let things settle, how to get up and move around a litte to get a 2nd wind, to avoid too much onion, and other little tips along the way. Veteran stuffers, what has experience taught you?

Just go down colfax and hit one of each from east to west: Ethiopian, Mexican, diner, dive bar, Italian.

1. Good luck.

2. A year is a long time. Break it down into phases, with dedicated milestones, lookbacks, breaks, reinforcements, and doctor visits. You want him to come home to you being huge, not you being sick.

3. Don't be scared of setbacks, plateaus, and wavering enthusiasm.