- Joined
- May 9, 2016
I have struggled with my weight all my life, largely due to forced isolation and chronic depression due to being forced into an unnatural gender role, but i never allowed myself to eat my way through the depression into morbid obesity, which i was taught started at more than 50 pounds overweight.
In grade school, the rich bitches called me piglet wasshog and when i saw myself as wide as the 2 girls in front of me in my 7th grade picture, i determined to strip that fifty pounds from 190 down to 140 that summer, succeeding with the help of a prescription apatite suppressant. I maintained my weight between 140 and 175 up until 1999 when I had the accident that broke my face. In recovery at home for the better part of a year, i blew up to 250 in 2000 and didn't get it down to 210 until about 2008 when i started to get more active and go out busking a few times a week. I was down to 180 when the lockdowns start and blew back up to 215. For the past two months i've been struggling to get in back under 200. The only way i am able to effectively avoid gaining weight is to fast a lot, cut out as much fat and carbs from the little i do eat as i can and work out on my horns more.
Contrary to popular delusions, I do not currently use meth, heroin or cocaine, nor have i ever used any of them more than a very few times in my life , other than cocaine, and not a whole lot of that . I've never booted or boofed anything. If I can smoke it, eat it or stuff it up my nose and it's free, i used to be willing to try anything once , but that got way too risky in the 90's and with fentanyl in everything now , you might as well play Russian Roulette, rather than risk your life buying drugs from a stranger.
Ridicule me all you like, fan boys, girls and other gendered creatures. Everything you call me are things you hate most about yourself. I know nothing about feeding and fat fetishism, so I have no opinion about that. My feelings about fat shaming for fat shaming's sake are given in the dialog below.
In grade school, the rich bitches called me piglet wasshog and when i saw myself as wide as the 2 girls in front of me in my 7th grade picture, i determined to strip that fifty pounds from 190 down to 140 that summer, succeeding with the help of a prescription apatite suppressant. I maintained my weight between 140 and 175 up until 1999 when I had the accident that broke my face. In recovery at home for the better part of a year, i blew up to 250 in 2000 and didn't get it down to 210 until about 2008 when i started to get more active and go out busking a few times a week. I was down to 180 when the lockdowns start and blew back up to 215. For the past two months i've been struggling to get in back under 200. The only way i am able to effectively avoid gaining weight is to fast a lot, cut out as much fat and carbs from the little i do eat as i can and work out on my horns more.
Contrary to popular delusions, I do not currently use meth, heroin or cocaine, nor have i ever used any of them more than a very few times in my life , other than cocaine, and not a whole lot of that . I've never booted or boofed anything. If I can smoke it, eat it or stuff it up my nose and it's free, i used to be willing to try anything once , but that got way too risky in the 90's and with fentanyl in everything now , you might as well play Russian Roulette, rather than risk your life buying drugs from a stranger.
Ridicule me all you like, fan boys, girls and other gendered creatures. Everything you call me are things you hate most about yourself. I know nothing about feeding and fat fetishism, so I have no opinion about that. My feelings about fat shaming for fat shaming's sake are given in the dialog below.