#gains 20 pounds instantly

[spawksstuff]

The De Completionist Checklist Part 14

1964

Note on the dates: I will mostly be going by when a show/movie was shot rather than its release date. Variety Magazine will be given first priority.

My score: 2 / 3

Need To Find: Slattery’s People - Question: Which One Has The Privilege?

Favorite Movie: Town Tamer

Favorite TV Show:  N/A

Favorite Quote (Exchange):

Conder: You go tell him [Rosser] to look at that fancy horse of his in exactly 10 minutes.

Guy (De): I’m not an errand boy.

<Very next scene>

Guy (De) to Rosser: That horse of yours, better go take a look at it.

<Which is funny enough but then>:

Rosser: What’s wrong with him?

Guy (De): How do I know I’m no horse doctor.

[growth-crazy-girl]

Extreme Slime Expansion

Warning: Extreme Rapid Weight Gain Fantasy Scenario 😜

Ok I normally don’t do long form writing, but I wanted to put this somewhere lol. One of my biggest fantasies is myself being a slime girl with the ability to pump up humans with my slime. I’m not into NC so only if willing, but I’d wanna pump up a skinny girl hundreds and hundreds of pounds in a matter of minutes, and then some 🤤

I’d start by thickening her up all around, watching her skinny thighs fill out, her rear showing more definition, her breasts slowly becoming fuller and rounder, the rest of her body developing a layer of supple fat. My slime works as a biological imitator, so my cells instantly mutate to whatever host cells I want to replicate. In other words, her body is genuinely gaining all of this weight, and I can mold her in any way I want

First I’d concentrate my slime straight to her lower half. Rapidly her hips widen, her thighs thicken, her cheeks swell with pounds and pounds of fat and flesh, and her skin keeps up the pace, the volume and surface area of her ass increase exponentially. I push her up against the mirror so she can see how bottom heavy she’s becoming, going from “thick” to “bbw pear” to “cartoon mom” and beyond, dense fat packed into her hips and thighs and enormous cheeks

Next I’d focus on her belly, slime pumping into her pound after pound until her gut sprawls out before her, love handles turning into dense fat rolls, belly button swelling up on all sides and getting deep. I grab her hanging belly as it sags lower and jiggle it around. Still though it’s stuffed so full of fat and adipose that it extends out straight in front of her, and she moans feeling the vibrations jiggle through hundreds of pounds of new tissue across her body

Suddenly her boobs explode outward in size as I finally concentrate my full power on them, surging with glutted fat and newfound breast tissue. Rivers of slime can be heard forcibly gushing their way into the now ocean of titmeat. Of course I have to force a ton of slime into her nipples as well, swelling them up huge and hard, the size of an average girl’s dildo. Each boob rolls to the side of her gut, still riding as firm on her chest as possible at this size

As she blows through the entire alphabet of bra sizes and into the unknown, I can’t help but squeeze a few dozen collective pounds into fattening her fupa and entire vulva, giving her a wobbling, gravid pussy bigger than her head, and a clit bigger than a soup bowl

She must be, what, 600-700 pounds now? I can only imagine the mixture of fear and excitement she’d be feeling, knowing she let me make her as big as I wanted. Surely we must be done right? She can’t even see the mirror anymore! Little does she know we’re just getting started…

I broadened my slime flow to the rest of her body and begin pumping. Her only request was to maintain some semblance of mobility, and I planned to happily oblige.

Too much weight to carry? Slime poured into her muscles to beef them up, and she modifies her stance to accommodate the enormous amount of new muscle needed to keep her mountainous ass cheeks lofty and firm, to keep her legs from buckling under the sheer weight. Not enough structural integrity? Slime reinforces her bones, strengthens her joints and ligaments, adding even more fat and skin in the right places to maintain balance. Heart going to stop from pure insane obesity? The chambers of her heart suck up my slime like a sponge, becoming like biological steel. I’ll shape and mold her body in any way necessary to maintain every bodily function, maintain some human resemblance…. All so she can take more.

More fat. More slime. MORE.

I finally realize that she’s going to need more height and a larger frame overall or else the laws of physics will catch up with us, and so the massive pile of woman begins growing up as well as out in every direction.

Awww but now she’s not visibly getting much bigger! 20 pounds a second looks like nothing on her, and that’s no fun 😏 So I take a deep breath, enter her every remaining orifice, and make one final push

*GLUUUUUURGLRGLRGLRGLRG*

Her body sounds like a fire hydrant in reverse as hundreds of gallons of slime force there way into her mountainous form, instantly turning into flesh and bone and fat. Soooo much fat.

Finally I stop when I hit that magical number- 2000lbs. I can’t wait to tease her, “you literally weigh a ton, you’re literally as big as an elephant, it might take some getting used to, but you can walk waddle short distances!”

I stepped back to admire my handiwork. This gigantic blob of a once skinny woman had me drooling over her every roll and curve. I was particularly proud of her gargantuan ass cheeks that were each the size of a refrigerator, and yet miraculously didn’t touch the ground, instead perpetually wobbling and jiggling acting as a counterweight to the insane amount of flesh forced into her boobs, belly, and pussy.

“MMMMMMMMMM” I heard her moan as she tried to lean forward to rest on her boulder of a belly, “I’m soooooo hungryyyyyy”

I stood behind her, admiring that I could now see her enormous blubbery vulva, glistening and dripping as a testament to how horny and sensitive I’d made her

“Me too babe, me too 🥵🤤😋”

***Dont expect long form written content or stories from me like this in the future, this is a super rare occurrence 😜😜😜

[petrssecrethideout]

The casino wasn't exactly well known. It was located on the side of the road somewhere in the Midwest, with the closest town being at least 20 miles away. It didn't help that the outside looked dingy and worn down, with the sign High Rollers Lounge painted in fading red and white paint. However none of that stopped it from being a fairly well liked place, all because nobody ever won money there at all.

Instead, any winnings at the casino would be instantly converted to pure muscle, adding pounds onto any player that won. It left a lot of the anxiety of gambling by the wayside, as now everyone knew they weren't getting the money back, it was just about what they could gain by gambling it.

Of course, there were still people who lost, spending hundreds of dollars just to only gain a few pounds, but even that had an upside. Nowhere else in the world could you gain a few pounds of pure muscle in one night. It also helped that every new win was a free show for the rest of the casino, and there were a lot to go around. Every few minutes you could hear the grunting of another guy busting out of his clothes after winning a jackpot. That kept people coming back almost as much as the thought of becoming one of those winners did.

[llovekami]

please destroy me / toji f.

inspired by the fic on my wattpad: sorusorry

cw: lingerie, masc reader, choking, anal, collars/leashes, dacryphilia, hair pulling, mean!toji, size difference, handcuffs, dacryphilia, edging/orgasm denial, usage of ‘pretty boy,’ ‘prince,’ and ‘doll’ from toji, kind of/very soft toji near the beginning and end

it was so late.

11:38pm to be exact, but when you slipped into the white lingerie you knew toji just adored, you couldn’t help but be compelled to take at least a few photos. the thigh highs that hugged your thighs, the skin tight underwear that hugged your figure, and a collar with toji’s name wrapped nicely around your neck, snug around your throat. you posed in front of your mirror, on your knees with your hand holding your leash.

you sent a few more pictures, some a bit more risqué than the others. pulling down your underwear to just barely show your length, grinning at the camera with a devilish glint in your hues.

just how did you get here?

you never partied or danced. the bass of the music that you had never heard before blasting, making your heart thump harder than it already was. your job was stressful enough, paperwork after paperwork, never being able to find time for partying like you did in your teenage years.

you were sly, hiding a smirk behind a red solo cup of whiskey when men and women alike had come to flirt with you, to tease you - try and weasel their way into your pants. you had merely brushed them off like a speck of dust on your shirt, avoiding their disappointed gaze from across the room.

until he came along.

until him, being alone was how you worked. you avoided partners, avoided your love life in exchange for more gratification and pleasure to your sex life, having experienced it all with various amounts of people. until you had met toji, of course.

he was well built, sly and flirty just like you were. the scar on his lip, jet black hair and enticing green eyes that simply lured you closer and closer to his pretty self. he wore a tight, black shirt that showed off every ridge and curve of his rough body that you soon came to explore, showed off every muscle he had gained.

it was sickening.

now, here you were, months later.

and merely moments later after reminiscing about the past and after you had flopped onto your bed waiting for toji to reply, he called.

a gruff, rough voice spoke into your ear once you held the phone up to your ear. “w’na guess how far i am, doll?” he uttered, and for a minute you felt your blood run cold. he lived about an hour away, was he just bluffing? “about 20 minutes.. was g’na give you a gift for being so patient ‘n waitin’ on me, but it doesn’t seem that you deserve that, huh?” he laughed, before he left the call without elaborating.

you waited, patiently. 10 minutes had passed, then 15. you didn’t even have to wait the entire 20 minutes before you heard three hard pounds at the dark wood door. you rushed, sweatpants hugging at your hips that you had put on in wait, your collar and leash still easily accessible. the soft pitter-patter of your socked feet hitting your hardwood floor made toji smirk, knowing how eager and desperate you were for him. how much you needed him, and he knew exactly why you had sent those. not to tease, not to be bratty, but because you missed him.

toji knew his job was stressful for someone with a relationship, and he knew that he was gone most of the time. which is why he won’t punish you as hard as he should for your teasing. he knew it was only because you missed him, and to be fair, he missed you too.

you opened the door, the brisk coldness of the outside sending goosebumps down your body, toji moving inside and shutting the door behind him. almost instantly, his hands came to rest on your hips while your own came to rest on his chest. he grinned, and the large cheshire smile he gave once you blushed and gave an apologetic look had you nearly collapsing then and there.

his strong, calloused and scarred hands came to hoist you up from your thighs, your arms thrown around his shoulders and the desperateness of the hickeys you had planted on his neck, the eagerness of the whines you let out when you rubbed up against him in just the right way that was pleasurable had you seeing stars. all of it had toji twitching in his own grey sweatpants, sighing once he had made it to your bed. handcuffs and lube already sitting on your nightstand, just waiting for him just as you were.

“miss me, prince? cause gods know i missed you,” he growled, “i missed you so much. like those little videos i sent you, huh?” he inquired, and his hot breath was right next to your ear as he trailed down. he untied the strings of your pants, nearly ripping them off of your body as he tossed them to the corner of your inconsistently shared room. the prettiness of the lingerie you had on blended so well with everything about you, the softness of your skin, your personality, everything. his little angel.

his hand spread over your thigh and nearly engulfed it without even trying, cursing under his breath. “fuck, you’re so small beneath me. my pretty little doll, aren’t you? all dolled up just for me, god damn.” he cursed once more, before his hand had come up to wrap around your throat and rest there. he squeezed, so gentle, and a little sound came from you.

he hissed, and did it again. the same little noise came from you before he removed his hand and hastily pulled down his own pants, leaving nothing but his black underwear as he pressed his own erection against the inner side of your thigh. “this is what you do to me, you know?” he inquired rhetorically, and you whined. you were practically begging for him, twitching against your laced underwear softly. “please,” you begged, “please, jus’ want you, want you so bad!” you pleaded, nails digging eagerly into his forearm.

he batted his lashes, chuckling softly. “awh. do you? poor thing, so pathetic. resorting to begging so soon and i’ve barely done anything.” he scoffed, glaring down at you. “flip.” he commanded, and his hands went to your waist once you had taken a second too late to flip over like he commanded you to. your ass in the air and your back arched, you pressed yourself against his steadily growing erection. you were eager, and based on the feeling, so was he.

a harsh whack! came down to your ass, cheek already reddening from the harshness of it. the feeling had you biting your lip, whimpering and whining as you continued to wag your hips against his fast growing erection, sighing as he merely tossed his head back. his large palm sprawled across the cheek in which he had smacked, soothing the soft red that had grown from it.

he tugged his underwear down, a flushed, angry red tip that had softly hit his stomach before residing on your, still stinging, ass. “come on, baby.. lemme jus’...” he uttered before his fingers hooked under the waistline of your underwear, almost shredding them off like they were nothing. “i’ll get you a new pair, c’mon,” he cooed, “don’t pout.” he chuckled, your face snapping back into a little embarrassed look before you averted your gaze.

he grabbed the lube, opening it with haste and rubbing himself so quickly it left him damn near whimpering at the feeling of satisfaction, of something he so desperately wanted. he grabbed your waist, sighing softly as he finally rushed himself into you. he groaned while you had merely gripped onto the sheets, a meek and breathless “fuck” coming from you.

his thrusts were sporadic, no real meaning behind them other than missing you, a desperate need he needed to quench or else it’d drive him insane, it’d drive you insane. he groaned as his brows furrowed, tossing his head back as his hand came to whack at your ass once more. “fuck.. i.. i missed you so much,” he sighed, “god, you deserve to be punished for how much you teased me, but i’m guilty of the same. fucking. thing.” he growled, accentuating his words with his thrusts which made you thrust into the mattress below you, whimpering as the bed began to creak at the force of his thrusts.

he grabbed at your leash, pretty just like you and tugged until you choked out a breath. he released his hold on it, before moving back to tug on it again until you were a whimpering mess. whilst one hand resided on your leash, the other went from holding your waist tightly to tugging onto your hair. “god.. consider this enough punishment for now,” he rasped, “maybe you’ll know not to.. oh.. fuck, not t’tease me so much next time, won’t you?”

you arched your back, crying out at the feeling of both the pain and pleasure at two separate points of your body, in which caused a stirring feeling in the deepest pits of your stomach. “toji.. toji!” you cried, moving one of your hands lower and lower until he caught them both, the hand which was previously on your leash now wrapped around both of your wrists. “fucking.. brat, was g’na let you cum if you didn’t fuckin’ try to get yourself off.” he growled, before grabbing the handcuffs on the nightstand and cuffing them together behind your back, furrowing his brows.

you were desperate at this point, tears daring to roll down your pretty little face and dribble down onto the bed. “please.. please, i’m s’close toji,” you urged, and he chuckled darkly in reply. “need to cum?” he pouted, “too fucking bad.” his thrusts sped up, sighing and grunting into your ear as he dared to reach his own orgasm. “don’t you dare fucking cum, slut. if you do, i won’t touch you in a way that’ll please you the way you like for the rest of this fucking month.”

it wasn’t a threat with toji, never. it was always a promise. his hands whacked once more at your rear for the -nth time that night, and after a few more minutes of your moans increasingly getting louder along with your nonstop begging and tears that had dripped off of your cheeks and jawline and onto the bed, he groaned as he came inside of you.

it was a desperate, long and suffocatingly rushed moment as his hand wrapped around your own length to jerk you off, chuckling darkly as he kissed at your back and let you cum into his rough hand. he sighed once you came, slipping out of your tired hole and moving to the bathroom and to the kitchen. the sound of the bath running and the feeling of a warm wrap tapping softly at the cum that ran down your hole was relieving, cleaning both you and himself off as he kissed your neck.

“are you okay?” he cooed, and you only weakly nodded once he let you relax into him. he stripped you of the rest of your remaining lingerie, lowering you slowly into the relaxing and warm bath. a cold glass of water was settled beside of the tub on a little table, before toji himself lowered into the bath and let you settle onto his chest. he washed and scrubbed your back, so delicately, so softly for an intimidating man like him.

“gonna try and work less this month, you know?” he hushed, “gonna try and.. spend more time with you. i promise.” and for the first time in a while, toji relaxed against you and held you close. it was soft, the feeling of his lips against your skin, and the way you slipped into slumber was as easy as ever with toji fushiguro by your side.

[legend-the-dumb-jock]

Hi! I love your stories😍🔥

I hope that i will be transformed by you too! I want to be totally humiliated: be super obese, have smallest d*ck, become super stinky and hairy, constantly oinking pig!

I want your every humiliating idea to become my reality!

Maybe i will find myself stuck in chastity, maybe i will become addicted of serving sweaty feet… It's up to you to decide, cause you're a demon!

Oh I’m a demon huh? Well since you have given me such a great compliment I can only be so kind as to return the favor. It sounds like you read about max. And that other man who wished to be like him? But it sounds like you want worse. Much much worse. You’re already disgusting from the sound of it. Looking down at your phone you feel the rumble from your stomach that you have been begging to have for so long. A rumble that I have made sure will never go away. The pains of hunger. Your body begins to gain fat at a rapid pace you arms filling wil jelly as your stomach blows out into a huge massive sphere. Like a permanent table that for you eat on. And you chin multiplies as you grow two thick fat rolls on your neck. But you said you want to be hairy? Done. You start to itch on you back as the hairy begins to coat your once smooth skin and it wraps around your body on you fat boobs and you massive gut. Working its way down your legs. But yet this still isn’t enough ? Didn’t you say. Oinking ? Done. You’ll no longer speak even. Only oinking like the fat hog you are. In fact. I think it’s time for you gain even more weight ! Instantly you stomach begins to jiggle as another 20 pounds of permanent fat build into you already large rotund frame! You need to sweat more now. Make you really disgusting and animal like the pig you are. You squee like the pig as you start to have fat sweaty needs drip from you tits and down your back. And didn’t you say you never you want to see your cock again? Alright. You’re going to have a fat pad big enough to swallow the whole thing ! 10 pounds of sat gain there should do the trick! See. Now I can’t even see it !! Your legs begin to wobble as your weight is so intense and you are so heavy. It’s ok. Time for another…50!! Instantly you gut and boobs get bigger. You arms. Jigglier and you legs ever heavier and you fall to the floor with a loud thud! I’m surprised you didn’t put a dent in the floor. Now at a massive 450. But you wanted to be large right ? How about this. You’re going to gain another 50 pounds of permanent weight. Then. Every pound after that you gain will be permanent. But that will be your doing. Or is it me ? I can’t remember since you going to be forced to eat all the time will appetite. Oh and everything you eat obviously make you gain weight. Try to not eat ? Instant weight gain as punishment. You wanted a demon curse. You got it pig boy now oink!

[kringletheelf04]

The list and wrapping duty

(Chapter 7 of two souls entwined in the North Pole)

It's been a week since Bernard showed up in the bakery. Dad is officially on thin ice. He showed up at Charlie's soccer game and apparently all the children lined up to sit on his lap. And he let them! I'm driving home from work and as I pull up the delivery man pulls up as well. I get out and go up to the truck.

"S.c?" The delivery man asks.

"My dad. I'll sign for it though." I say, initialing the papers.

"All right, I'll get your packages." The guy says, unloading multiple large boxes.

"Packages?" I ask, scrunching my nose slightly.

"Yes, there's many of them here." The man says.

I quickly go unlock the front door, propping it open so he can set them inside.

After over ten minutes the man finally hands the last package directly to me. I shut the door with my hip and set down the package onto the kitchen table. I get a knife and cut the package open. Inside is a list long enough to wrap around the house.

"What's this?" I mumble.

"The list." I hear a voice behind me call out.

Turning around I see Bernard standing there with several rolls of wrapping paper and a roll of ribbon. He sets them down, leaning them against the wall.

" I can see that. Why's it here?" I gesture to the multiple boxes scattered through the walkway.

"Your dad has to check them. Remember, p for present and c for coal." Bernard nods.

"What's that for?" I ask, pointing  to the wrapping paper.

"Training. Remember when I said your part is harder than your dads. Today we will be tackling wrapping." He picks up the now empty box that carried one part of 'the list'.

" Ok, I guess. But let's move to my room. I don't want my dad having a heart attack when he gets home. I don't think he'll believe you're real even if he sees you." I say taking the paper and ushering Bernard up the stairs.

I open my bedroom door and pull Bernard in, shutting and locking it behind me.

"Dad's got no sense of privacy so I'm gonna have to keep the door locked. Otherwise he'd come in and see, well, you, I guess." I explain.

"Has the santafacation process begun yet? It usually only takes three three months to be complete." Bernard asks, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Santafacation? You mean my dad growing a beard that can't be shaved off, his hair turning white, and him gaining 150 pounds? If so than yes." I turn back to him.

"Oh good. I was afraid that the unwillingness would effect it." Bernard sighs.

"So wrapping and ribbon tying?" I ask.

"Yes, two very important parts of Christmas. We will practice until you get it just right." He pulls out tape and scissors and sets them next to the paper.

This is gonna be a long time.

(TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY FED EX)

It's been over three hours wrapping. I finally got it just right. I've been fumbling over the ribbon tying though. I can't seem to get it right.

"Christmas Eve I believe it was 1955, Dubuque Iowa. Santa's making his way down a very dusty chimney when, CRASH- BOOM-ZING! A bow catches a rusty nail and rips off. Santa loses his footing and plummets all the way down through the chimney mr gets wedged between brick and cement and can't move. Now we don't want that to happen again do we?" Bernard monologues.

"That might be a little funny seeing my dad fall. But seeing as falling 20 feet instantly kills Santa's, maybe that's a bad idea." I look up at him.

"Is this one good enough yet?" I ask him handing the box to him.

"Exemplary, actually! I knew you could do it (y/n)!" He praises.

My cheeks heat up slightly. Somehow his praise makes me act different than others.

"Now, next time I see you we will work on placing the presents under the tree." Bernard stands.

"We don't have a tree. Mom used to buy us a real one each year, but after she passed we never bought one again." I get up off my knees.

"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." He shakes his head.

"Can you stay? Dad won't be home for a couple hours!" I ask him.

"Well, I don't feel great leaving Curtis in charge for too long." He rubs his arm.

"Please??? Just a little bit longer surly won't hurt!" I practically beg.

He sighs. "I guess half an hour more won't hurt."

I jump up, wrapping him in a tight hug. We nearly fall onto my bed with the amount of force I put into the hug.

" I like you, ya know?" I whisper to him.

"I kinda got that when you kissed me." He whispers back.

I snort and place a kiss on his cheek. Suddenly my ears start to feel like they are on fire.

"Ow!" I say, hand going up to rub my ear.

"What's wrong?" Bernard's face shows concern.

"My ears have been killing me lately. I don't know why though." I sit on my bed, legs crossed.

"I didn't think it'd happen this quickly. I guess I should have warned you." He grimaces, sitting down next to me.

"Warned me what?!" I ask, face full of worry.

"Well, uh, you're ears are changing." He takes my hands into his.

"Changing?" I ask, baffled.

"You know how your dad's changing. You're changing too. Just not as much. You've already got the power to talk to animals, but now your ears are going to become pointed. Your ears are going to hurt until they have fully transformed." Bernard discloses.

"Ugh," I groan. "how long will that take?"

"Actually I don't think you'll have to worry about that anymore." Bernard bites his thumb.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"You might want to look in the mirror." Bernard says, like the fox caught in the henhouse.

I rush to my bathroom. Looking in the mirror I can see that my ears are now pointed. How am I gonna be able to walk around like this. Good thing that hat has ear flaps.

I walk out of the bathroom, cheeks red from partial embarrassment. Bernard's got the same look in his eyes when we kissed last.

"I love you." He blurts out, hand quickly covering is mouth and eyes going wide.

"I think I love you too Bernard." I swallow.

I walk over to him, pulling him onto the bed with me. His eyes dart from mine to my lips. I reach up and brush the hair from his face. Even sitting down, he's taller than me. He kisses me, one hand on my back and the other entwined writhing my own hand. This is different from before. More passionate. Our lips clash against each other. Suddenly a knock at my door pulls us away from each other.

"Honey! I'm back from work! I was wondering if you wanted to order pizza for dinner tonight!" My dads voice snaps is out of it.

"We'll talk later. I'm sorry we got interrupted." I whisper into his neck.

"It's fine. We will have plenty of time in ten months or so." He whispers back, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

I get up and walk to the door. I turn around and see Bernard gone.

"Yeah! Pizza sounds awesome! Can we get a veggie lovers one this time though?" I ask, unlocking the door.

I swing the door open and see my dad standing there. It seems like he's gotten bigger if possible. His eyes go to my ears and I subconsciously go to cover them.

"What the hell is this (y/n)? What's up with your ears?" He says pulling on one of them.

"First off, ow. Secondly, it's part of my transformation. Like you gained weight and grew a beard. I grew pointed ears." I explain.

"This is crazy! That was just a dream!" He says, trying to convince himself more than me.

"It wasn't a dream dad!" I argue with him.

"How do you know that?" He asks.

"Because my soulmate has been visiting me when your at work! That's how!" I burst at him without thinking.

"What? Soulmate?!" Dad stands confused.

"Yes! Bernard ended up being my soulmate. That's why I was born with a tattoo! Because it's not a tattoo, but a way of knowing who your soulmate is!" I seeth.

"Why that's wonderful!" Dad squeezes me.

"Too tight dad!" I choke out.

" I guess I knew that that night was real, but logic stopped me from realizing it." He let's me go.

"I love you dad." I hug him.

"I love you too honey." He hugs me back.

[milimeters-morales]

Peter B would try to convince Miguel that it’s mini corn dogs, and when Miguel bites into butter Peter B starts running like he’s trying to join the Spider Society Track Team

ive had these before they are NOT good bro … and they leave you feeling like you gained 20 pounds instantly after just eating a few 😭💔 so yeah Peter Better start Running

[fatmagician]

Would you rather instantly gain 50 pounds each month, or 20 pounds each week?

Instant 50lb sounds fun. Imagine driving and suddenly blow up with fat🤩

[stargiirl27]

"why do you walk so much everyday" my brain has convinced me that if I don't walk 10 miles a day at least I'll gain 20 pounds instantly

[aspiringfeedersblog]

I love the idea of dating a girl who was clearly in shape at some point, and totally let herself go. Her belly is noticeably plump and round, and is starting to slightly hang. She knows she gained weight, but has no intentions on loosing it.

I rub and kiss her belly. I love watching her belly bounce when she rides me. I secretly start bringing home more food. I start cooking for her. Months pass and she’s put on 20 pounds. She starts complaining that her back hurts when she stands too long because her big hanging belly is getting heavier and heavier. I stop hiding the fact that I’ve been trying to get her fat. I tell her I love her belly and want to see it grow. She hesitates for a moment, “babe I’m already a big girl, how big do you want me to be?” I just want to see you grow bigger baby. “If growing this big fat belly makes you happy, I’ll do it for you”

I purposely buy her tight tank tops that are small on her. Her big belly can’t be contained. I get turned on every time I see her fat belly plopping out of her shirt. I can’t keep my hands of her.

She goes to family gatherings and they make comments about her weight gain. She hides the fact that I’m feeding her, to get bigger. She loves her size, and wants to gain more as well. She stands up and her belly falls out of her shirt, and her whole family is looking at her. When we get home I bring her to the bedroom, undress her, and rub, and caress her big belly. She asks me to jiggle it because it makes her wet. We have sex, and when I’m about to cum she tells me to pull out, and cum on her fat belly. She starts jiggling her big belly, and I instantly cum all over her.

[ironwoodwizard]

Name: Ian D’Arcy

Age: 240 (looks to be late 20’s-early 30’s)

Birthday: October 13, 1783

Gender: male

Sexuality: bisexual

Race: vampire

Appearance: dark loosely curly hair, brown eyes that turn a fathomless black if you look directly at them for too long, pale and too-smooth skin, sharp porcelain-white fangs, tall and lanky form. Greatly resembles his father, but he has his mother’s smile.

FC: young Johnny Depp

Personality: very…odd. Eccentric. Highly intelligent and intuitive, but he doesn’t lord it over others unless he finds it too amusing not to (usually does it to those who insist that they know everything, or especially heinous charlatans). Known as the town weirdo, and he relishes in it in a mostly subtle way. Absolutely a theater kid. Quick-witted goth dude with a heart of gold that he playfully insists is cold and black. Has a background in psychology and criminology and continuously studies it as a hobby. Low-key anarchist. Hates being stuck in boring meetings, and his patience for people only goes so far in settings where he’s forced to sit still(this developed after he was turned; as a mortal, he was well known for his patience in court).

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Powers/Abilities: telekinesis (up to 100 lbs without much effort, but he can lift more if he really pushes himself; the more he lifts, the more it drains him. Heaviest thing he’s lifted/moved was a 300-ish-pound bookshelf that nearly fell on him, and he blacked out afterward.) Fanged bite/exsanguination. Healing factor (drinking blood helps him quickly heal wounds that aren’t caused by holy water or blessed weapons. Burns from sunlight or rushing water heal slowly.) Flight (sort of. His telekinesis allows him to make himself levitate for short periods of time or glide short distances.) Prophecy (when he was a mortal, he often had dreams where glimpses of future events flashed before him. He could not make sense of them unless hypnotized. As a vampire, the visions are much less erratic, and he has learned how to induce them instead of waiting for them to come.) Spiderclimb (he can walk on walls, ceilings, and inverted surfaces as if gravity has no effect on him.) Excellent poker face. Hypnotic gaze (making direct deliberate eye contact with someone for a moment too long puts them under his thrall, though he cannot command a thrall to do anything that they wouldn’t normally be able to do. He often wears dark sunglasses to avoid doing this on accident.) Shapeshifting (he can turn into a bat or a black cat, and is resistant to sunlight in cat form.) Excellent deductive reasoning skills.

Flaws/Weaknesses: Sunlight sensitivity (daylight burns him unless his skin is fully covered, and he has limited day vision), running water (burns him), holy water (burns him), blessed weapons (burn him and do lasting damage), elder wood stake through his heart (paralyzes him until it is removed. If he’s decapitated by a blessed weapon while in this state, he dies. If the stake is blessed, he dies instantly.)

Nationality: English, American

Languages: English, Latin

Style: usually Regency or Victorian gothic inspired, though he dresses more casually when at home and not expecting guests. A lot of black and white with dark jewel-toned accents. Takes great care in his appearance when he knows he’s going to be dealing with people.

Profession: Antique/Curio Shop Owner (current), Lorekeeper (aka Dungeon Master/Game Master. He’s one of the few regulars who show up to run tables at the tavern’s monthly D&D nights), Freelance Detective (former, when he was still mortal, and for a short time after he immigrated to America.), Magistrate (original, while he was still mortal. He wanted to do more to help his village, so he began sleuthing, using his position to gain as much information on various crimes as possible.)

Family: Maeve D’Arcy (née Watson, mother, deceased), Arno D’Arcy (father, deceased), Caolán D’arcy ( pronounced Keelan, younger brother, disappeared, presumed deceased), Robyn D’Arcy (triplet sister, alive, vampire), Sadie D’Arcy (triplet sister, alive, vampire)

Backstory: Born to descendants of French nobles and Scots-Irish merchants in October of 1783, Ian was the second in a set of fraternal triplets. He was brought up in a small but well off village not far from London, taught by the best tutors his father could afford, and groomed from a young age to become a proper magistrate and courtly gentleman. His sisters were educated in much the same manner, set to enter into high society in the same year that he first took his apprenticeship; they were seventeen at the time. A little over a decade later, Ian officially became a magistrate and heard his first case. The case seemed rather simple; a traveling man had been accused of stealing sheep from a local farmer under the cover of darkness for a little over a week, and several witnesses testified that they’d seen him lurking around that farm at or around dusk. The defendant rather adamantly pleaded not guilty, stating that he’d only been watching the farm because he’d seen some strange entity sneak in on his first night in town, and he wanted to see if he could catch it for a reward. Something about the case didn’t sit right with Ian. He knew in his heart that the man was innocent, but he had just as much proof that claim as the rest of the town had of his guilt. Siding with his gut, he announced that they would take a two day recess so that he could investigate the matter further, much to the townsfolk’s disdain. To placate them and protect the defendant, he had him temporarily locked up before asking the farmer to give him a private tour of his farm. The investigation yielded few clues, aside from two sets of boot print tracks and a trace amount of dried blood on the fence, but the most intriguing detail came later that night. Another sheep was stolen, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that the traveler could not have been the thief after all. Ian declared him innocent and set him free, though he publicly resolved to find out who the mutton thief truly was. The case took months to solve, as the thief was extremely elusive, and Ian and his two colleagues had other cases to hear in the meantime, most disturbing of which was the murder of the traveler, who was found a week later, mauled and drained of blood. Ian couldn’t help feeling responsible, but that only strengthened his resolve. He was determined to find and prosecute the culprit of this heinous crime once and for all. In the meantime, more livestock were stolen, and when they were moved inside locked barns for the night, people started to go missing. Bodies were discovered in bushes and ditches, mauled and drained, just like the traveler had been. With the fifth body, there was a note written in elegant script with what was most likely the last remaining drops of her blood:

‘You should have left the sheep out for me. Now I’ve developed a taste for daughters instead.’

All of the victims aside from the traveler had indeed been young women, which made the killing spree all the more disturbing, but also triggered something in Ian’s mind. He’d read many Eastern European tomes on the occult in his youth, having had a fascination with morbidity, and recalled several creatures that feasted on blood under cover of night. Vampires. They were dealing with a vampire, though what kind he did not precisely know. He doubted that it was a strigoi, as they were spirits and couldn’t leave boot prints or write. More research was in order. In the meantime, he conferred with the other two magistrates, and they declared a curfew. Citizens must be locked indoors from half an hour before sundown to half an hour after sunrise. The townsfolk readily complied, terrified of losing more young ladies to this horror of the night. Ian, meanwhile, through himself into researching various vampire legends from around the world, and determined his foe to be a Nosferatu, a bloodthirsty humanoid creature native to Romania that was vulnerable to sunlight and capable of turning humans into vampires. All a victim had to do was drink its blood after having been bitten themselves, but most never survived long enough unless the Nosferatu wanted them to. A human turned by Nosferatu would then become an immortal Draconian vampire, retaining their youth and beauty for as long as they retained their humanity, but never able to bask in heaven’s light again. Running water was also a bane to them, eroding their skin as if it were sandstone, and a stake crafted of elder wood could immobilize them if driven through the heart with enough force.

Filled with renewed determination and youthful hubris, Ian set out to hunt down the dastardly beast, commissioning the local arbalista to make him a crossbow that could launch a wooden stake. Thankfully, the man was an experimental sort, always up for a grand challenge; he had a prototype ready in no time. Ian whittled stakes from elder wood in his free time while he waited, unaware that his sister Robyn had already been turned by the beast and was urging Sadie and young Caolán to pursue its gifts as well.

Sadie was eager to comply, having grown bored of her wealthy but snobbish husband, but Caolán was hesitant. He was only eighteen, after all, and just made his debut in society. He wasn’t ready to give up on life as he knew it when his life had only just begun. Robyn didn’t let up. She and Caolán argued back and forth for weeks until he suddenly disappeared without a trace. The night beforehand, Ian was plagued with nightmarish visions that he couldn’t make sense of, but stayed with him throughout the following day. Hoping to ease her brother’s pain, a newly turned Sadie briefly hypnotized him, making the visions slower and much clearer. He saw a familiar door, and a pale, shaking hand grasping the knob. It was locked. The owner of the hand pounded on the door, screaming for help in a voice that he recognized as Caolán’s, but was not let in. It had grown dark. There was a jolt has he was yanked backwards, a clawed hand wrapping around his throat as another gripped his torso and dragged him away. Fighting. Kicking. Screaming. It was one hell of a struggle, but it was all in vain. Ian could do nothing but watch through Caolán’s eyes as the Nosferatu pinned him up against a tree, the rough bark scraping at his back as he stared up at its grinning, horrifying, hauntingly beautiful, gaunt face. It said something that Ian couldn’t quite make out before lunging forward to dig its sharp teeth into the young man’s throat. Caolán’s scream was cut off as Ian’s vision faded, and the magistrate fainted from the stress.

By the time he woke up, night had already fallen again. He’d been too late to save his little brother. Heartbroken and frustrated, he set out anyway, crossbow in hand and rage festering in his vengeful heart. He was hellbent on killing the vampire, even if it was the last thing he’d do. Ian stalked the streets by the light of the full moon, hypervigilant and itching to pull the trigger. He quickly became aware that he was being followed, and began taking sharp turns through alleys and around buildings in an effort to throw off his stalker, or perhaps get a glimpse of them. No luck. He quickened his pace. So did they. Stalking became chasing as he began to run, sprinting for the woods, only to run headlong into Robyn just after making it past the tree line. He demanded to know why she was there instead of safe at home. She didn’t answer. Neither did Sadie after she revealed herself, and Ian came to the horrifying conclusion that they had been turned, luring him out there to meet the same fate as his poor little brother. Eyes widening in fear and pain, he turned to run again just as the Nosferatu slammed into him, knocking him to the ground easily. The rest of that night was a blur. A sharp pain in his neck. The pull of the trigger. Blood. So much blood. And a hunger for life that had to be sated then and there.

When he awoke the next morning in a basement that had been outfitted to be a temporary bedroom, his sisters explained everything. Robyn had been attacked by the Nosferatu the night before the curfew was set in place and enthralled by it to convince her siblings and the family members of the other two magistrates to let it turn them. If they did not comply, they would be slaughtered. Under its influence, Robyn started with Sadie and Caolán, though she had no idea what had happened to the latter after she’d locked him out of the house. Ian was the last remaining member of his family who needed to be turned before they could get to the other magistrates, but he’d managed to incapacitate the Nosferatu in the process, breaking its hold on his sisters, and somehow knew to drink its blood to save himself from death. Ian remarked that he’d done his research. The vampiric triplets then resolved to try and resume their normal lives while they searched for their little brother, whom they presumed to be dead in the woods somewhere. He was never found. Ian was able to remain in his post of magistrate for another decade and a half before rumors began to spread about his ageless appearance, skillful avoidance of daylight, and peculiar change in demeanor. By the early 1830’s, he and his sisters were forced to either leave town or be executed as witches. They parted ways afterwards, with Ian departing for America, Robyn fleeing to Switzerland to meet with a brilliant doctor she’d been writing to, and Sadie traveling to Venice with her husband, whom she’d turned shortly after the Nosferatu was dealt with.

They’ve all kept in touch throughout the centuries. Ian used his vampiric abilities to become elected as a magistrate in Richmond after reaching Virginia, managing to keep a low profile while judging cases fairly and helping with the Underground Railroad. The Civil War made things far more complicated. It was tragic, for sure, and he hated not being able to aid those in need, but the scent of blood hung thick in the air, maddening him. He found it difficult to keep control of his feeding habits, and was forced to flee up north to Canada in hopes of finding peace. After the war was over, it took him over a century to feel comfortable setting foot in America again, and he never stayed in one place for too long, studying psychology and collecting books and knickknacks as he went a long to keep himself occupied. The 1980’s brought him to Texas, one of the few states he’d never been to before, where he found the small, oddly idyllic and peaceful town of Morningstar. It was there that he finally settled down and made a life for himself, encouraged by the welcome attitude of its residents, a quarter of which were supernatural in nature. He opened up a curio shop to display and sell some of the antiques he’d collected, and often offered his services as a pro bono private investigator for those who could not afford to hire one. He also developed a love of board games and table top role playing games, as they allowed him to further explore his sense of whimsy.

[magiskarp]

Its so funny to me how much mass i lost in college and how i instantly gained it back this summer

Like my “fashionably tight” ripped sweater i got from a friend is now stretched taut by my shoulders, and according to my bf my ass got bigger too

Like my college is such a shithole in terms of food on campus, and that plus stress plus adhd meds took 10-20 fucking pounds from me (though i will say i stopped doing mma in college so that probably lost me some weight too)

All in all im looking forward to an apartment where i can cook without triggering a fire alarm and with a fridge im not afraid of using

[parentingwild]

This is my beautiful little family and this is just a slice of what our journey has been like.. Part 2 (Not a fully detailed version)

WARNING THIS CAN BE TRIGGERING!

After shift change in the morning her numbers kept dropping on the monitor. When the nurse examined me she discovered the cord around my daughter's neck. She grabbed the OBGYN and he examined me himself. He told us that we could give birth naturally but she could be severely injured or die in the process. He told us our second option was an emergency c-section. I was then rolled into the operating room and put to sleep. After my daughter's birth they pulled her father into a room where they were attempting to resuscitate her. After 3 doses of epi and the breathing tube being just small enough, she was revived. She weighed one pound 2 ounces and was the smallest baby we had both ever seen. She spent 162 days in the NICU which was accompanied by an infection that almost took her from us. During her stay we found out we were pregnant with our second child. We were told before the pregnancy that having a successful one after such an early birth would be dangerous and almost impossible. Once we found out I was scheduled to get stitches placed in my cervix at 12 weeks of pregnancy. I went to 6 appointments a month, 4 specialty and 2 OBGYN. At every specialty appointment we did an ultrasound that checked every aspect of my child and would take hundreds of photos and videos to monitor her. I would spend over an hour each time laying on the table being scanned. The whole pregnancy was accompanied with fear. Their father and I tried to not get too excited and honestly were a little disconnected because we knew the chances of her surviving were slim. During this time my first born had over 20 appointments a month. When she finally came home we had an oxygen concentrator, oxygen tanks, an apnea monitor, and a sp02 monitor.  Before our second was born We had her sister home from the NICU for 4 months. She was delivered via c-section at 37 weeks with no complications weighing 5 pounds 6 ounces! Everything seemed fine at first. We went home two days later. However, the day after we were back home my oldest got very sick and her and dad spent almost 2 weeks in the hospital. My youngest was exclusively breastfeeding at first and wouldn't get back to her birth weight and was losing at a concerning rate. She and I spent over 4 weeks during a few stays at the hospital after they came home. They examined her, tested her, made her calorie intake higher, consulted specialists, and tried to fix the problem every time. To this day she still has issues gaining weight. After weeks of no change and severe feeding difficulties she had a gtube placed. After about 3 months she was finally back to her birth weight. We are still in the beginning of our journey and looking for answers or solutions to what is going on with our children. 

When I had my first epidural to place the cerclage. They spent an extensive time trying to place it correctly and I had pain from it instantly. The pain spread and continued to worsen. Before my daughter's birth I had another epidural. They had the same issue and caused more damage. I tried to address it for several months and was told it was normal. It has now progressed to my whole body. I am in the most pain I’ve ever been in. This pain has been constant for months. I have lost a lot of my strength and my body is constantly aching.

[itsnotresilience]

Is this forever or just for now?

I’m changing up my longtime blog that I haven’t touched in awhile. I had a lot to say but no time to say it. Now I have time and reason. My body has been a mystery to almost every doctor that has encountered it and at the same time labeled essentially surviving so not important enough to expend time on.

Todays blog though will be about extreme body changes brought on by medication. I have a friend, who, poor soul, has bravely agreed to be my voice of reason while I have no chemical clarity in my brain. Before you say co-dependency, this was actually suggested by my trauma counselor. The point is that I’m the type of person that crowdsources advice and perspectives before I make decisions sometimes to make sure I am considering all sides of a situation but there are many many things that I trust my gut instinct on and I’m known to be an incredibly decisive person.

All of that seems to be gone right now.

1) instead of the intellectual, quick, imaginative and productive pathways I take pride in, the chemicals steer me into the easier well rehearsed anxiety and trauma response zones almost immediately. Example. My boss engaged me in a brainstorming exercise on a work problem yesterday. I instantly felt like me again, thinking through a process and the issues I understood, the implications, ideas we could think about. Minutes later I wondered if he did it to placate me because he knows I’ve been feeling useless work wise

2) I am not in a space to even get a read on the event I’m asking about, let alone process the advice I’m getting and whether it makes sense for the event - which may not have been the event I perceived it to be because prednisone rage or sadness has tapped into what I thought to be a long dead trauma response. Example: I get an email suggesting I pause my run coaching so I don’t pay for something I’m not doing but the wording sends me into a complete tailspin of “everyone is abandoning me” and “my whole life is falling apart”.

3)I get overwhelmed by the advice I used to be able to parse through and kinda see what blend of perspectives made sense. I’m also needing it too much and burning out my amazing friends who have their own shit to manage.

So this was the idea from my trauma therapist- that for the meantime I’d have this one person to help filter things through because of the brain changes, plus- also increasing talk therapy of course.

Back to extreme body changes. The following is an excerpt of an exchange with my voice of reason through text. This has been edited for public consumption. Note that I am not body shaming anyone. This is about me, not anyone else. I’m not censoring thoughts based on what people think I might be saying or whatever else. We can have conversations in some other posts about body positivity and body dysmorphia. This is not that post.

“I was taking a bath and I thought I saw Ursula from the Little Mermaid in the mirror except she was white and had sticky stuff on her skin from EKG bruises from the 6 day IV and blood draw battle.

I was literally looking at Meghan pre-2019. The one I worked so hard to get rid of, except this one has an even more deformed shape in my minds eye- Prednisone face (one side is literally different than the other) and there seems no hope of losing it again.

I was crying, telling my husband I fucking hate everything right now and he really did try to console me. Except, he said, our 20 year old bodies are gone babe gotta let it go.

Something about his statement made me viscerally angry. I’m not pining for my 20 year old body. I’m pining for a body I literally was able to have 3 fucking months ago. I cannot wear my normal clothes and I probably have to go buy a bigger size. I’m not dreaming of my ultimate weight loss goal. I’m dreaming of “last week I was 163 pounds and feeling like I could feasibly get back on track” and I know from my last scale check I had gained 10 pounds in a week. You can tell yourself these are all steroid pounds but it doesn’t make a difference.

All I see is that horrid body I hated and worked so fucking hard to get back into shape. Back to this shape. I’m defeated and I had to tell Eric three times to let me be sad about it. It will be even harder to lose it again as I was already struggling in peri-menopause to find the right diet combination to deal with the hormone fluctuations.

I had a nutritionist appointment scheduled Monday, which I cancelled because I there is no sense in focusing on this when I can’t even breathe all the time. “

Anyone reading this is probably wondering why the fuck I am caring about this when my oxygen levels aren’t normal and I’m on bed rest and could have to go back to the hospital at any time.

I don’t know that I can explain that well enough for all of you to not judge at all. I am a perfectionist. I take care of myself. I want to describe I’m an avid runner but cannot even run or exercise right now. I’m having major memories and trauma from my last experience with this and it’s ok that you don’t understand. It’s not your body.

It’s a lot of change and loss to process at once and sometimes I just break and sound like a child who says, “it’s not fair”.

And yeah, our super favorite toxic response is, “life isn’t fair”. How exactly is that helpful? That obvious statement that everyone knows? It seems to be used just to put upset people in their upset place which is far away from spaces we have to listen to them and they could ruin our “positivity”.

I’ll say it this way, some times there are people that get lots of shit at once and others get less. There are entire swaths of people who I believe live with a lot less shit because their basic needs ++++++++++ are met. Then there are those that every day is a struggle so that “isn’t fair”compared to those who maybe their Tesla couldn’t find a charge station. That kind of comment then becomes demeaning and we should maybe think of something else to say like, “life can suck”.

Anyway, so life can suck and you just have to be sometimes.

Be kind to each other

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

423 of 2023

Would you rather ED edition, pt. 2

Would you rather eat only your safe foods for a week and maintain your weight or eat many foods that scare you a lot, not knowing your intake, but lose 2 lbs? Would you rather have your current weight or clothing size/s called out publicly in a place you frequent with people you know? (e.g. school, work, family reunion) Would you rather be constipated af for a month or have explosive exorcist-style diarrhea for a month? Would you rather eat whatever you want and as many cals as u want for a day and not gain or restrict and lose double as much as usual? Would you rather be with the love of your life and gain 20 lbs or never be with them and lose 20 lbs? Would you rather your favorite binge food magically become worth half its current calories or your favorite safe food become zero calorie altogether? Would you rather be at the higher end of the normal BMI for the rest of your life or have the person you love the most develop an ED? Would you rather exercise burns 2x the calories, or all food is worth 1/2 the calories? Would you rather gain 2 inches in height or lose 15lbs instantly? Would you rather burn 2x more calories during exercising or have your body ingest only 50% of calories from the food you eat? Would you rather have a superpower that meant you never had to eat again, without any cravings or pain etc. or have all the food in the world be zero calorie so you could eat all of it and not get fat? Would you rather be a healthy weight with no ED, not even ED thoughts or be your UGW but have an ED (till you die/ it kills you)? Would you rather burn all the fat on your body, or cut it off? Would you rather go running shirtless or eat giant meal infront of someone skinnier than you? Would you rather binge and not gain or maintain your gw but never be able to eat again? Would you rather never be able to exercise again, or binge all the time? Would you rather have to eat fast food once a day for the rest of your life or, never be able to eat your favorite safe foods again? Would you rather walk to burn off 400cal or strength train to burn off 400cal? Would you rather have one big binge or five small binges (worth the same amount of calories)? Would you rather run 10 miles or walk 10 miles? Would you rather lose 50lbs or be at a bmi of 18 forever? Would you rather binge eat for a week without changes to your weight, or fast for a week with very little weight loss (like a pound or two)? Would you rather be rich and have a normal BMI or weight whatever you want forever? Would you rather have visible collarbones or a thigh gap? Would you rather b/p at a buffet or c/s at a buffet?

[healthtips023]

Weight loss is a ballgame of 80% diet and 20% exercise. As the famous proverb says, “abs are made in the kitchen”. But this does not always have to be a punishment. Sticking to the same diet plan seems to be severe, boring and upsetting. But there is a lot of food to help you lose extra pounds.Quick to loose, early to gain: In order to not fall in the trap of dieting and binge-eating, it is important to remember that slow, consistent efforts reap long-term results. Crash dieting or drastically cutting down calories initially will cause that number on the weighing scale to plummet down, but then excess calorie deficit kicks in the defense mechanism of the body to load up those energy reserves and conserve fat.Remember, weight is only one of the criteria for fitness: While healthy weight and Body_mass_index

are desirable in the normal range, remember that athletes and most body- builders would be in the ‘over-weight’ category if measured by the conventional scales.

Overall fitness has little to do with weight: Aim to get fit, and those pounds will melt. After all, what good would cutting down food do, if you are miserable and hungry all the time? Set out for your goal with a positive mind and determination, half of your work is already done.

Shift your focus from weight-loss to getting fit: That will instantly boost your mood, up your energy and put you in a better frame of mind as it sounds like something you can achieve.

So, coming to the question of: What to eat?

Stick to whole, unprocessed, Raw foods including fresh, seasonal fruits, vegetables and salads. Salads sometime before meals really help limiting your food intake and provide you with all the essential vitamins and minerals.

Say no to artificial sugar, sweets, desserts, ice creams, packed food, fried food, all junk food all sugary drinks, artificial juices and sodas. Even deep frozen foods are a no no since they have preservatives. Remember, in addition to piling up waste calories, your internal organs and arteries also get damaged.

The combo of sufficient carbohydrates and proteins with lots of greens and salads is ideal for meals as the carbs will provide enough energy and the fiber will keep you fuller for longer.

Do not skip meals. It’s outright dangerous and unhealthy.

Check your smoking/drinking habits. Try to limit and stop them altogether.

Religiously record when and what you ate/drank and also how hungry you were when you started eating and how were you feeling then. Often, we have a lot of bites of stuff here and there without consciously realizing how it is adding to the unneeded food and calories. Also list if what you had was FUN or FUEL food. Fun foods are those which do not serve any useful purpose to the body except empty calories. The ratio of fuel to fun foods should be 9:1.

Limit tea/coffee intake. 1 to 2 cups a day with little sugar are fine. But please do not have tea empty stomach first thing in the morning. Trust me, it was very hard for me to give up my morning tea but I did and I am very happy now