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1. I have a global information processing disorder. If our brains were computers running at 60 frames per second normally, mine runs around 45 on a good day – not quite enough to really be noticeable, as it might in some people with Down’s Syndrome for the sake of example, but enough to lower my IQ and cause problems in my everyday life.
The worst part of a bad psychedelic trip isn’t seeing things that aren’t there. It’s believing things that aren’t true, with a certainty you’ve never felt about anything in your life.
I remember thinking, at the beginning, that I was having a great time.
I have been up to 800 pounds. I lost back down to 500, and then now I’m back up to 750. I am also 6’2” and pretty independent. I live alone.
This is going to be a pretty in depth explanation and I’ll be called a fat cunt or some shit, but it’s what I expect from the Internet?
I’ve never been bed bound or had to have help with hygiene. I do it myself. How do I do it? I’ll tell you.
I’m an 18-year-old college student, and for the past four months I’ve been working as a beverage cart girl at a golf course.
Basically, I drive around in a golf cart selling beer, cocktails, snacks, and sandwiches to golfers. It’s a pretty easy job on paper, but there’s a lot more to it than handing some guy a Bud Light.
The biggest surprise? The money.
I worked in Asset Protection for a major big-box retailer for seven years. I spent my first two years in an entry-level position and the next five as a team leader.
I left the company a few years ago for a completely different career, but whenever people find out what I used to do, they have questions.
Usually they want to know about shoplifters.
I had wanted to visit Egypt for years.
The pyramids, the Egyptian Museum, Islamic Cairo, the Nile—there are certain places you grow up seeing in books and documentaries so often that they almost stop feeling real. Egypt was one of those places for me. I knew Cairo wasn’t going to be Paris. I wasn’t expecting clean sidewalks, orderly traffic, or some sanitized tourist experience. If anything, the chaos was part of what I was looking forward to.
What I wasn’t prepared for was how exhausting it would be to simply exist there as a tourist.
It started almost immediately.
Being $500,000 in consumer debt doesn’t just change your finances—it changes how you see yourself, how you sleep, and how you relate to the world. People look at a number like that and think, “How does that even happen?” but I promise you, it never feels like a single, giant leap. It’s a thousand small steps, a thousand moments of “I’ll pay it off later” and “Why wait, life is short.”
I run a six machine vending route, and the first thing I tell people when they ask me about getting into vending is that this is not passive income. That is probably the biggest misconception I see.
People picture buying a machine, filling it with chips and drinks, finding a place to put it, and coming back every once in a while to collect the money. It sounds simple, and compared with some businesses, it is pretty straightforward. But straightforward doesn’t mean passive.
I was 32 years old when I had a heart attack.
At the time, I worked as a personal trainer. I lifted weights regularly. I cycled a lot. I was active enough that having a heart attack wasn’t something that was even remotely on my radar.
The morning it happened started like plenty of other mornings.
I drank some black coffee, smoked some weed, and went into my home gym to work out.
Not long after I started lifting, something felt off.
I’ve been attracted to bigger women for as long as I can remember, but simply saying that I like bigger women doesn’t quite describe it. What interests me specifically is the process of someone becoming bigger. I notice weight gain. I like seeing how someone’s body changes over time, how differently clothes fit, and how an old photograph starts looking noticeably different from the person sitting beside me.
There’s a name for this: I’m a feeder. The person who enjoys gaining weight is generally called a feedee or a gainer. For some people, feederism revolves around food and feeding. For others, it’s more about the physical transformation or encouraging someone to indulge. There’s a wide spectrum, and the extreme version you encounter online isn’t necessarily what these relationships look like in everyday life.
