>300lbs now, down from 340 after finding /fit/
>still a hulking monstrosity, exacerbated by 5'10" manlet status
>at the surgeon's office to have all 4 severely impacted wisdom teeth removed in one operation
>previous consultation said I had to be put to sleep for the extraction, so I'm not feeling too nervous
>led to the operating chair by sexy assistant girl, struggle not to spill spaghetti
>hooked up to electrocardiograph monitor
>when she touches my arm to place the velcro blood pressure strap on, my pulse jumps from 70 to 85 beats. I swear the EKG beeping increases in volume and intensity
>blood pressure band inflates like my penis has, but unlike my penis the band gives up half-inflated, velcro separates, and it falls too the floor
G-guess you need the fat guy sleeve, heh
>new sleeve, this time super huge... it's brought in by another sexy assistant. This time it doesn't go flaccid mid-pump
>sexy assistant #2 touches me, feels me. Checking this and that. She adjusts my chair, leans over me to reach something off the wheeled instrument tray.
>Can't see the EKG in my new position, but I imagine it indicates full-on spapeggy and meatballs spillage. I can only hope she didn't feel my erect cock.
>Sexy assistant #1 must be a phlebotomist, because she rolls up my other sleeve and asks me if I've ever had an IV before
>stutter-mumble-fumble with words, but manage to tell her that I've never had one.
>as if providing a tenderly massage, she runs her fingers (no gloves, even) along my embarrassing stretch marks, down to my hand.
>She's so close. Her shampoo smells sweet and overpowers the sterile smell smell that's standard for hospitals.
>I want to enjoy it, but the EKG and my clear physical distress seems to be a clear window into my thoughts
>she finds the vein, goes over some medical jargon, asks me how much I weigh, and then she mercifully needles me.
>Needle comes up empty--no vein.
>She tries again, this time the other arm. I imagine when she pricks me this time spaghetti will burst forth directly from the vein and cover all of us
>Again: no luck. On the third time, this time on my left hand, it's unsuccessful.
>Surgeon enters. Thank god he's a male.
>I suspect he's annoyed that I'm still awake, but he's friendly and takes over in the hunt for the elusive vein.
>Two more tries, this time from the highly educated professional yield nothing but pricked skin and band-aids.
Well anon, we can't find a vein. Probably because it's so early in the morning... anyway, we can just reschedule.
>ask him if he'll be able to find it the next time
>he doesn't answer me, but I can read the truth in his eyes: no.
>I'm too goddamned fat to find one fucking vein.
>insurance ends at the end of July because I'll be turning 26. I can't get fit and return later
Post you jackass
>Work at Starbucks
>Normal day until woman on scooter comes in
>She's literally spilling over the sides
>Asks for Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frapppucino
>Gets extra caramel, extra whip, extra caramel crunchies
>This thing is normally 600 cal easily, but is bumped up to 760 with extras
>Tells me she has the sugah
> says "doctors will have to amputate mah foot if I don't get no bettah, but I love these too much to give them up"
>As I place down the drink, I contemplate taking it back
>like fucking lightning, she snatches up the drink and scoots off into the sunset
>Not sure what has ever happened to her
I have moar!
>Was working at a Kingsoopers as a dietitian
>The security guard comes over and tells me I "have to see this"
>Takes me to security room to look at a security tape
>On it I see Ursa Major waddling towards a handicap scooter
>She struggles to get on, but manages to plop down around the seat
>I then see Ursa Minor (a smaller ham but still a ham) waddles/run to the cart
>You can tell there is shouting
>Ursa Minor grabs Ursa Major and yanks her off the scooter
>Ursa Major goes tumbling and stops on her back , like a turtle, pawing at the air
>Ursa minor scoots off
>Ursa Major manages to sit up and pout
>Thinking she'll just grab a cart, I'm shocked that she gets up and walks out of the store
>then the parking lot
>and towards the ocean to get back with her hamily
Thats right, she just left. WALKED out and left.
Well anon, it's not ideal and I normally wouldn't recommend it with 4 extractions, but we can do this with NO2.
>I'm really stressed at this point. The sexy assistants are just kinda standing around at this point, looking at me, judging me.
>Full-body sweating, the chair makes an audible squishing noise when I adjust myself.
>Fuck it. I can't come back and do this again. I agree to be awake for the entire operation.
>the NO2 mask goes on my nose. In 10 seconds I feel nothing, but within 30 I'm laughing at nothing. I've become disassociated with physical body entirely within a minute.
"It's because I'm a fucking fatty, isn't it?"
>sexy assistants assure me it's just something that happens
"Oh no, that's bullshit. I'm too goddamned fat to find one fucking vein. Admit it; I want to hear you say it."
>their silence says it all.
"Yeah, I'm kissless virgin faggot loser."
>I'm slurring my speech at this point, but they can understand me. I know I can shut up if I really try, but I don't want to. Right now it's feeling cathartic... and hilarious. It's as if my subconscious is speaking now, and it's putting me in my place.
(to be continued in a little while...)
>Admit it; I want to hear you say it.
>"Yeah, I'm kissless virgin faggot loser."
holy shit, i'm cringing just reading this. i can't imagine how awkward it must have been to actually be there OP
I don't want to believe
I had one of these while I was bulkin and it actually tasted like an entire cake ground up in an ice machine. I could barely finish it and felt lightheaded afterward.
I cannot imagine it with extra sugar.
Woah nigga, I had twlight sedation for a colonoscopy about a month ago and i was 335 and they got me a vein on the first prick.
Things to do to get a vein to come up
Drink a lot of water the night before and the morning of, not so much you'll throwup from it but plenty as dehydration can fuck with finding it.
get yourself one of them squishy balls and squeeze and release it several times before you get the IV done
Lower your salt intake so you dont retain so much water.
I was dehydrated a bit from the cleansing but the lady found and got the IV in on the first try granted after patting my hand for a good while.
>i was 335 and they got me a vein on the first prick.
this, before finding /fit/ i was 360lbs at 6'3" (now 273lbs) and went to get a blood test done and the lady found it on the first try.
and even at that weight i was able to have a nice conversation with a hot nurse AND hot doctor without pulling some shit like you did.
OP, you spaghettied so fucking hard it hurts.
> says "doctors will have to amputate mah foot if I don't get no bettah, but I love these too much to give them up"
these people are hilarious
Considering the sedation I was under for my procedure it's possible I broke down in front of them after they pushed the meds through my IV.
Sleep was good atleast.
>live in country town
>never see fatty mcfattersons
>go to "tha big citeh" for a job interview
>see a few fatsos
>but only a few
>none of them do anything disgusting or rude
is this an American thing, to be a fat, arrogant arsehole?
They told me I couldn't eat or drink anything 8 hours before the operation.
Also, going to finish the story now. Had to give a friend a ride home from work. (Driving on painkillers is ill-advised I learned.)
I have never seen anyone act like the people in these threads do irl. I feel like most of these stories are made up. But then again, I live in the northwest and spend most of my time either at work or at the gym so my interaction with fatties is pretty minimal
in high school me and my buddy had a super fat substitute teacher who was telling us about a few vacations he had been on recently because he and his wife liked to travel.
he had just gone to australia a few months prior and was telling us a story about how he met some people who asked him if he was american without even hearing him speak. me and my friend looked at each other and tried not to laugh or smile at that.
i guess americnas are easy to pick out in a crowd
I remember watching a real life trama show from the 90's and this very scenario came up. Obese man comes in with a black foot and they interview him about it.
>"yeah doc warned me to eat better but I can't help myself"
>smiles and laughter
>"I'm not worried he'll fix me up"
Then it cuts to a doctor interview.
>"Yeah that foots coming off."
>"I warned him."
Sure as shit when the doc broke the news the guy broke down, wishing he listened, that he could go back and stop it.
I don't feel back for these people. Its the "It cant happen to me" syndrome.
It depends on where you live. I see people who are too fucking fat to walk every single day, so naturally I see one acting like a fucking fool once in awhile too. Really it's no more frequent than "normal" (aka, merely overweight or obese) people, but yes, it most certainly happens. And since they let themselves become these blobs of shit, it's usually concerning food or muh genetics, or any number of the typical FPS archetypes.
>My declaration of kissless faggotry elicits no response
>Even when spilling guts I have no potential to engage the opposite sex
>The novocaine injection is very painful, even with the NO2
>They have to wait a few minutes for it to fully take effect before the surgeon can start drilling teeth
>The giggling has passed, but the word filter is still out of order
"Fucking kill me. I'm so pathetic that I got a boner just sitting here. Fuck"
>Being in this high state of relaxation makes me say "fuck" a lot. I don't know why.
>Surgeon asks one of the sexy assistants for the next torture tool
"Just calm down and relax, anon. This will be over before you know it," sexy assistant girl #1 says.
>This level of ignoring me is of course professionalism; I understand that in retrospect, but at the time it felt like a malicious rebuke, so cruel as to not even acknowledge my plight.
>I feel an odd sensation on my face. At first I thought one of the instruments meant for removing blood after gum incision leaked a few drops on my face.
>Now I realize I must have been crying.
>The surgeon calmly gives me basic orders. Open wide, bite down, lean towards me, don't move your tongue...
>I can't talk anymore. I can only communicate via hand signals
>They realize how far gone I am. I hear them make small talk. The surgeon asks sexy assistant #1 what's she's doing on the 4th. Turns out, she's going skydiving. Sexy assistant #2 is going to a family cookout with her boyfriend.
>They don't mention me at all.
>I poured out my soul and all I got was neglect.
>When the roar of the drill reverberates around my skull, when it drowns out all other noise, I feel strangely at peace, because I don't have to hear them anymore.
>"Fucking kill me. I'm so pathetic that I got a boner just sitting here. Fuck"
you didn't really pour out your soul
pouring out your soul is more like finding things worth fighting for and doing them to the best of your ability for years culminating in some sort of closure
crying because you're high and lonely isn't a soulful experience
these people are being paid to help people take care of their teeth
that said, if you had been taking better care of yourself pre-obesity, then you wouldn't even be in this situation
just chill, do your shit, and stop thinking
You don't really want to throw up anything during an operation. Usually they tell you not to eat because a) how much you've eaten recently can change the amount of anesthetic you need to use and b) they might be intubating you during the operation, and the intubation process has a high chance of making you throw up and they don't want you aspirating scrambled eggs into your lungs.
>At some point they stopped talking for a bit, and my mind drifted.
>I focused on the radio. Van Halen's "Panama was playing." I tapped my hands on my legs in rhythm with the beat. It helped with the occasional stab of pain, and the sensation was satisfying because I could only feel my hands as they slapped my legs.
Sexy assistant #2 says, "Great job , 3 teeth are out."
>Pity gave way to self-righteous anger, and I told her to fuck off
What she actually heard: Fffhuhfuhfff
"That's great, anon. We're doing good. Almost there!
>On the 4th tooth, the one buried in the most bone, I cried out several times as it was crushed and extracted piece by piece. They had to stop and give me another novocaine booster.
>When it was finally removed, and the gums were stitched, I was given pure oxygen to bring me back to my normal self.
>NO2 wears off fast, but the novocaine lasted an hour after the operation. My whole face was numb.
>Surgeon and sexy assistant #2 left the room after telling me what a great job I did.
>Sexy assistant #1 stayed to go over post-op instructions, and to make sure my recovery suffered no complications.
"Ok anon, how do you feel?" she said.
>I'm not quite normal at this in-between point. I didn't at once feel racked with shame and embarrassment, or with hatred. I manage to tell her I'm good.
>"Ok anon, how do you feel?"
>I love these too much to give them up
More than a FUCKING FOOT?
"All right anon, you can remove the gauze when you get home. No solid foods, no drinking with a straw, no brushing teeth until tomorrow, no mouthwash...
>I just nod, not really paying attention. She asked if I wanted to have my mother (you have to have someone take you there and stay for the surgery) come in the room and listen to the instructions but thankfully I was rational enough to decline.
"That's it for the instructions. Here's your prescription for painkillers, and remember to keep taking the anti-inflammatory drug and the Penicillin. I'll get your mom and walk you through the back entrance.
>Somehow I manage to tell her that my mother doesn't walk well, and that I'd prefer to go out the front.
"Are you sure that's all right, anon? The lobby's full since you got here at 8AM."
>shake my head: yes
>She leads me through the hallways, through the lobby, and into the parking lot.
>Walk behind my mother, allow her to get into the car.
"You've made it anon! Is there anything else we can do? Any discomfort or pain or anything? Just be sure to call us."
>mumbled thank you, and was about to head to the car
>Sexy assistant #1 hugged me before I could go.
>Through this one gesture she was able to communicate everything I wanted to hear. It wasn't a boner inducing moment or even one that was remotely sexually arousing. It was nothing but the reassurance I desperately craved, needed.
"Go home and get some sleep, anon. You'll feel so much better!"
>On the surface it would appear she was talking about the surgery, but I know the deeper meaning.
>Despite the whole mess I left feeling... hope. I haven't made it yet, but I can.
That's my story, /fit/
I took her advice and got some sleep. Since waking up, I've brooded over it between popping pills. That terrible experience has motivated me more than I've ever been motivated before. Putting it into words has been therapeutic for me. T-thanks, /fit/
That's... pretty touching.
It's a good feeling, making it. My friend from high school found a particularly fat photo of me and sent it to my phone. I showed everyone at work, and several people didn't even realize it was me until I told them (and even then, one or two took a closer look and denied it).
That took a lot to share.
You can make it friend.
>That terrible experience has motivated me more than I've ever been motivated before.
This guy here, he's got the attitude of someone that's gonna make it.
under your parents insurance
after 26, you have to get your own insurance but if you qualify for obamacare (op most certainly does) then you can continue... no dental insurance though iirc
>tfw 24 so did some light research on how to get me some obama money after college
I'll look into it further, but I already got a letter from my dad's insurance which states it'll cease coverage at the end of July. It said something about having to get Cobra coverage.
And thanks, bros. We're all gonna make it.
Yeah, because someone who has been through years of medical school, has a degree and has dealt with countless other fatties, is clearly wrong about this. Clearly her 10 minutes of online "research" on WebMD, while waiting for her turn in line at Krispy Kreme supersedes his experience as a doctor.
I have Hypermanletism. I read about it on /fit/ and I have all the symptoms, including small height, roid rage, and the Hershey squirts, but the doctor says all my test results came back normal. He then told me I should do GOMAD and SS/SL, which will also miraculously help my stalled gains. I already drink a gallon of milk a day and juice more than anyone I know, but I'm still small. How do I make him treat me correctly and give me the Test Supplements I need for my condition?
alas, you probably can't. I recommend finiding a new doctor. Before you settle on one, make you they actually listen to you and your symptoms, the way a doctor is supposed to. But there isn't much you can do to convince a bigoted person their bigotry is wrong, and frankly, you shouldn't' have to spend time doing that with someone YOU are paying to HELP YOU. Fire him and get a new one.
hahahaha this is the fakest story ever how about you tell the real story you fucking cried than splurged on fucking cake there's a difference between you and I OP. I have willpower too eat healthy you have just been given food your whole life you fat fuck its time for you to man the fuck up and quit making excuses boofuckinghoo Op god damn I'm tired of your pathetic excuses to why you don't lift fucking weights how about you put down the big mac and pic up a protein shake wahwahfuckingwah your life is so hard I started off as a fucking piece of semen now I'm a fucking owner of a oil company making millions yearly fuck you are such a bitch op when people like you apply for jobs your resumes go straight into the paper shredder
>A few years ago, 6 give or take
>Party. Some friends and and people I barely knew
>Oh Brownies, Sweet.
>Few hours later, it hits me.
>Never done drugs
>Ate a lot of them, a shitload of them.
>Didn't want to be a pussy, Didn't want to admit I've never done drugs and I was unaware of what was happening.
HO-LY-SHIT did I have a bad day that day.
I made a fucking fool of myself. I went insanely paranoid about everyone.
And became the center of attention and not in a good way.
But looking back, THAT day was a defining day.
The day I fucking told myself... That What I wanted... was not going to happen with my present course.
I needed to get my shit together.
And so I did.
6 years since. I'm a New man.
I finished college, got my shit together, have a good job and while I still have a hard time with people, I'm leagues above my previous self.
At least now I know I'm just a bit off, not pathetic.
I dress, look and behave with authority and control in my actions and life.
The reason I struggle is because I just don't make an effort to meet new people. But I can hold a conversation and I know I'm not a bore.
Stay Strong Annon. Listen to me. You can do this shit. You can get your shit together. NONE is coming to save you. You need to save yourself.
And trust me. Is fucking worth it.
Believe in yourself. You can fucking do this.
This is me, Another annon, trying to give motivation to another person on the other side of the screen. Cos I've been there.
And also. Bitches be miring.
The last 4 girls I've been with (all of them in this year) have complimented my body.
>1st girl, while both of us naked, she's running her hand on my chest, to my arms, and back into my chest, over and over.
-You're in pretty good shape!
>2nd Girl. I'm undressing and I'm left with a wife-beater.
-Look at you!
-The way you look, you look good...
-Should I take the wife-beater off?
-Yes.. No.. I don't know...
-I'll leave it on, you can take it off me later.
>3rd girl, and current on-going fuck-buddy, runs her hands on my back while I'm inside her. Later on she says.
-I love your back.. The way it feels.
>4th girl. We're laying in bed and she just, out of the blue
Feeling like an ugly ducking for most of my life... you have NO idea what this fucking shit does for your ego.
You ARE going to make it man. And it feels so fucking good.
Primary reason I come to /fit/ is for these threads. I started losing weight in November and now I'm down to almost 220 from like 265+. Still got a ways to go before 180, but these threads always help to remind me of what I don't want to be.
No bro...no. Stop being a damned sad cunt. You made progress fucker, so keep going.
Please be real OP. Please, please, please.... ;_;
I hope you make it too brah.
Today, OP was a faggot who wants to change his ways. Good on you OP.
I'm a fatty right now too (6'2", 250 lbs) and I've been losing weight but have stalled for about a week, eating shitty food again. Your story gave me some inspiration.
You'll make it OP. I believe in you.
I've posted this here a few times:
>Be a college freshman
>Move into dorms, roommates haven't showed up
>Really qt 3.14 girls next door
>Three of them, a blonde, a redhead, and a brunette
>I'm kinda awkward and even more so because I'm just sitting in my room by myself
>They invite me over to play cards against humanity
>The red head is a fucking freak, asking me penis related questions everytime a relevant card is played like foreskin or masturbation
>Too much for my young freshman brain to handle but she really wants to see my penis
>Brunette is an alcoholic
>Blondie is... you guessed it, and is in the kitchen half the time baking us brownies
>Play a very frustrating round where blondie does not know what any of the cards mean...
>"What is Aww-meach?"
>"You mean, Amish?"
>Suddenly hear the timer go off
>"Brownies are ready!"
>No sooner than blondie yells this do I hear a loud thud
>We lived on the fourth flour, but still!
>"What's that?" I said, worried we might have experienced a minor earthquake
>"Oh that's our fourth, Rhonda!"
>I hear various more rumbles and thuds
>It comes out
>Start to wonder if there is a weight limit on these upper floors and if we're breaking them
>It's just disgusting, has sweats, and a very loose top, hair a mess, looks like utter shit and has the vague fragrance of unkempt vaginal juices
>"Mee coona wy kayfoundo." which I understood as Hutt for "I'm so hungry!"
>It goes over to the brownies, doesn't even ask blondie if she may have any
>It waddles over towards us and asks what we're doing
>"Playing a game." says the drunkard
>"This is anon! He lives next door and he has no friends!"
>It simply acknowledges that I exist with a grunt and head gesture, I guess this means I won’t be eaten.
>It starts to talk about itself WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH
>It lets us know various times that it is very tired and it has been sleeping all day
>Drizzles caramel syrup on her brownies and complains that there is no ice cream
>otoh, this is the same response fitlords say when doc doesn't approve test sups
It makes sense for those who are younger (20-30) but past 35-40 it's proven that your test levels do dramatically decrease so that's not unreasonable on their part.
>Blondie offers me a brownie
>"No thanks, I'm cutting."
>"You shouldn't practice self-harm" it says (or something to that effect, I forget her actual words)
>"No it means I'm on a strict diet."
>"Diets don't work." It replies with frustration "You're just naturally skinny."
>This fucking bitch just called me a skeleton!
>"I'm not trying to get skinny, you piece of shit, I want to be healthy unlike you."
>It drops the fork
>The fucking fork that was so close to her mouth
>"Blondie I think you need to tell your friend to leave." It blurts out
>"I'd ask you to leave, but I doubt you'd fit through the door."
>Mic drop, walk out, lose my virginity to red head later that night
>Never talk to Rhonda again, I think it dropped in the middle of the semester
I would convert her so hard with me cock. AND say really fucked up shit in bed. I'd have her say she was my little kike whore who loved crusader dick. And I would video tape it. Ya know, for jesus.
>Thank god he's a male.
seriously though OP you have a long way to go, I came from 6'1 270lbs so I don't doubt your journey will be harder then mine
but I guess that also means your statisfaction will be greater then mine when you reach that goal and I had quite a shitload of statisfaction
don't give up
The /fit/izens are the only ones who gave me any encouragement when I was going through the Eternal Cut. It took me eighteen months to drop from 230 to 156 (lolmanlet!) and they were on board every jiggling step of the way.
/fit/ is awesome.
>mfw all these nice reactions to a dude who will certainly make it.
This is why I come to /fit/. You fucks helped me lose 32kg.
>tfw when Hypothyroid
JK fatasses I have no trouble losing weight, got down to 10% once I decided I had enough of being fat
Now on sterons for dat dere bulk before cutting back down
Diagnosed and provided with endless T4 for cutting without buying from some shady russian dude
to be fair apart from the bread and all the shit that is in the doner kebabs arent the worst takeaway you could have. order with no bread and sauce and proper chicken bits and its actually alright
Do you like live in Somalia? In what kind of society do people act like this? Or did you just make it up?
I can't understand.
>Willing to sacrifice your limbs and possibly even your life to eat more
These people man.....
>actually believing this shit about LTBTBBQ's being oh so oppressed in society to the point where it's like, super extreme, that one would buy a cake by themselves
Time to stay in the closet another 10 years.
Feminism has come a long way. Once it was about giving women rights and making them stronger. Now it's about self destruction through hedonism. Good fucking job America.
Because if you are a virgin it means that the entire female sex has decided that you're genes are simply not good enough to deserve surviving to the next generation. Humans have a programming which makes that pretty hurtful.
See, I don't mind if feminazis, SJWs, whatever you want to call them follow this mindless politically correct cult of self delusion and destruction.....I just get annoyed when they want everybody else to as well or they're "ists".
well Anon, i've got to say that was truly one of the most pathetic and cringe worthy stories i've ever read. I'm so glad you learned from this horrible experience and have actually decided to man the fuck up now.
Unfortunately that bought out some repressed beta memories of my own where i've been in similar circumstances that made me want to change my life entirely for the better .
way too many feels brah.
Not a great story, but one of the few I have encountered in real life because I live in a very /fit/ area of Canada:
>driving down the street yesterday
>stop at a red light
>massive woman walking down the street in workout gear, about to come up side-by-side with my car
>"good for her," I think to myself
>just before she reaches me, she loses her footing
>no chance to recover
>she stumbles, and...
>holy fuck, did she ever hit the ground hard
>couldn't get her arms out in front of her to break the fall in time
>the entire front of her body hit the ground at once and then it rippled
>it rippled a lot, in an almost cartoonish way
>I was concerned for a moment but then I couldn't control my laughter
>she's not moving very fast
>I laugh my ass off and go about my way once the light turns green
>she's still on the ground as I walk away
Not sure why that was so funny but even in retrospect, I kind of felt she deserved it for her gluttony. I am most definitely a terrible person.
>Yeah, improving yourself is just like... what the patriarchy wants, man. They hate it when you eat cake.
Why is it such a hard concept to grasp that people will respect your point of view a lot more if it looks like you respect yourself?
Screaming fatties will never be taken seriously because they clearly do not have their own houses in order, and we all look at them and see mentally/physically sick people.
If you really wanted to be heard, as a "fat, queer, single trans woman of color," you should do what's necessary to be taken seriously.
That starts with not eating entire cakes and thinking that it's somehow going to help dismantle an imaginary conspiracy against you.
JESUS H CHRIST PRIVATE PYLE IS THAT A JELLY DOUGHNUT?
instead of just complaining after that experience like most people do, you're saying it's motivating you. it's done bro, you've made it. no way you're gonna fail. it's only a matter of time now.
The amount of test you are given for test-deficiencies is no where near the amount needed to boost your muscle growth.
A single test injection contains ~2000% of your regular test levels.
I have the doctor's name, and the name of sexy assistant #1. I'm gonna call tomorrow and see if I can get sexy assistant #2's name. Because I want to make it, and I have to show them. I want to get them in a room, pull back my sleeve to reveal an arm that's the same size only now it's muscle instead of fat, and ask him if he can find a vein now.
Recovery is a bitch, by the way. The swelling makes it uncomfortable to close my mouth, so I'm constantly slack-jawed.
It's a nice gesture, but surely you don't want to just show off... right?
That would only be a sign of your mental immaturity, which is far worse than your tremendous weight.
Grow the hell up, get disciplined for the sole reason of getting disciplined and then fix your problems. Don't ride these people for your motivation.
Im down from 240 last november to 190 today, i plan to keep cutting weight the rest of summer, my goal is to hit 175 by the end, and start my first bulk over the winter. I just wanna say thanks /fit/, if it wasnt for the fat shaming threads and awesome people here id probably still be fat and miserable. Stay classy
If youre still a virgin i can almost guarantee its because youre standards dont allow the chicks you meet that do want your d and you spend all of your time lamenting over which "9/10" girl has you "friendzoned" at the moment
Who are these doctors to think they know about my health after making test?
> Work at pizza shop
> NY style, 1000+ calorie slices
> Bulk food is free
> First time working late-night shift
> at coworker points to even fatter customer across the room, big neckbeard guy
>"That dude's gonna ask for free stuff, don't give it to him"
> No problem
> 5 minutes later "Hey, what can you hook me up with? 2 for 5?"
> cheapest slice is 3.20
> "Nah, we don't do that" coworker says
> Come on
> Tell you what, I'll give it to you for [whatever full price was for his 3 slices]
> "Fine, man, fine"
> Orders diet coke, tries to get that for free, complains about the price of his 3000+ calorie meal
> The next day, around last call at the bar on the busiest night of the week
> I'm clearly busy with the enormous crowd of drunk people, manning both the counter and the window and boxing up people's food at the same time
> Same neckbeard comes, orders a slice and a drink for 5.05 "Can you spot me a nickel"
> "No. No I can't."
> "Please, I don't have a nickel."
> drunk girl gives him nickel, I box up his slice and give it to him, no problems
> Comes back a minute later and inserts himself at the front of the very long line
> "Do you have parmesan?"
> "No, someone stole it" [drunk people from the bar steal our parmesan all the time]
> "Come on, you can go get me some"
> I'm clearly busy, there are probably 50 people in line at the counter and maybe 10 in the window
> I ignore him, help customers while he shouts and bangs on the counter for five minutes
> Calls me a bitch and takes the shaker of crushed red pepper with him
Working in a pizza place by a bar has really opened my eyes to the amount of horrible fats in the world.
Good job brah! Two weeks is gonna turn into two years, and with your optimum gains height you will be one shredded motherfucker! Keep your diet in check, work hard, and stay positive.
Last call at the bars my friend, ive seen the ugliest sons of bitches i know, me included, score at last call. The only reason youre a virgin is you. If its really that big a deal to you to lose it than go fucking do it fgt
>im fat so girls dont approach me
A lot of girls wont do the approaching no matter what you look like. If you think that having an athletic build is the entryway into the "all-you-can-eat seafood buffet" youre dead wrong. Still gotta work for it nigga
6 years ago I had dropped out of school, wasn't a virgin but had only been with 2 females.
And, frankly, I don't meet as many girls as I probably should.
1st girl was a family acquaintance.
2nd girl i met on a friend's birthday. She was a friend's date. Felt a bit regretful, but she contacted me, and she is pretty cool.
3rd girl we've been flirting for a long time.
4th girl I met on a train. We just started talking when I saw her reading a book.
Grandpa pls tell me a story. A story about fatso's
My sides were prepared, but my feels were not
You can do it bro
it's times like these i remember just how much fit has helped me change my life from a skelley sad cunt beta faggot.
>inb4 u stil r hurr
even among all the shit posting and trolling that occurs daily occasionally I remember all those good feels /fit/ has made me feel.
so thanks guys, i love you all.
I fucking hate Fernando Botero so much. Fucking Mexican with a fat fetish
>tfw no gf
>"wow anon I love your arms"
>"you're so strong anon"
>"I've never seen such huge... back muscle things, whatever they're called"
>convinced her to come lift with me
Feels good man
This isn't a fat people story, this is a feels people story. You seem like a stand-up kind of guy, keep pushing yourself. I believe in you anon, can you believe in yourself?
You had one job, anon. ONE! JOB!
Mo'nica. Stay inspirational.