I can’t believe I’ve gotten to this point - basically immobile. I try to I eat lots of protein at every meal... but my feeder always makes sure I have dessert after. I do have huge sweet tooth. I’ve gained so much weight over the years. I was basically fit when I met my feeder. 300+ pounds of lard packed on my small frame has done some damage over the years. I don’t get around like I used to, walking gets me completely winded after just a few steps. I think about food constantly. All I do is sit in this bed because it’s so much easier than getting up and being active. Reflecting back, I guess I can see how I ate myself up to this size. The fridge in my room, the midnight cravings I get are always tended to. No one recognizes me anymore. My family, my feeder’s family, my doctors, everyone has seen me transform and they still can’t wrap their heads around it. This girl that used to get up and mow her yard or take care of her dogs is now a trophy blob just eating her independence away. Someone’s I don’t even recognize myself…but that just makes me even hungrier 😈🐽

sorry about audio. I’m getting a new mic 💖