You won't believe what my family surprised me with, My family bought me a walking treadmill… but it can't even handle me 😅 A walking treadmill for ME ! No support bar, no handles, just a slim motorised belt with a digital display. They said it's "to help me move a little," "to get my circulation going," "to feel better."
The weight limit?
160 kg 😭😭😭
I'm way, way over that.
I stepped on it carefully, heart already racing from just standing up, the belt dipped under my feet, the frame creaked ominously, and the motor whined like it was begging for mercy. I set it to the absolute minimum: 1 km/h For you, that's a gentle stroll, For me… it's a full sprint 🥵
My massive body starts shaking immediately. My enormous belly slams forward and back with every tiny step, slapping against my fused thighs in heavy, wet waves. Rolls ripple vi ol ently up my sides, my hips sway uncontrollably, my ass jiggles like thick, warm jelly. Sweat pours down my back after 20 seconds. My knees grind, my ankles burn, my lun gs s cream for air every breath is short, desperate, ragged. My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my throat, in my temples, in my swollen fingers.
The pain is exquisite but I stop 😅
Every jolt reminds me how ob scen ely heavy I've become, how my muscles have melted away, how my joints are crushed under layers of soft, useless fat. I love the te r ror of it knowing this cheap machine wasn't built for a body like mine, knowing one wrong step could send me crashing down, knowing I'm too far gone for "exercise" to ever help.
I lasted 2 minutes before my legs gave out and I had to collapse back onto the bed, panting, dripping, trembling. My belly still quivering from the motion, heart racing like it wants to escape my chest.
I don't understand why they gave it to me.
They see me. They see how massive I am, how I can barely stand, how I spend my days immobile and stuffed. Do they really think this will "fix" me?
Or is it their last, quiet way of saying they know I'm beyond saving… and I love that thought even more.
Would you like a POV video of my belly during this?
Close-up on the wild bouncing, the rolls slapping together, the skin stretching and rippling, the fat waves crashing with every fo rc ed step while I gasp and cling to nothing
I'm ready to try again… even if it breaks me.
Even if the treadmill breaks first 🫣