the difference 45lbs can make on a 5’10” frame 😳 next time i feel like there’s no change in my body i’m just gonna reference these two photos. on to 50/75/100lbs bc there is no way i’m stopping here

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AITA for telling I'll bite my grandmother next time they comment on my weight?

Me (23yo Transmasc) live with some roommates and away from my family because they're transphobic (still deadname me, still misgender me). It isn't easy but it's better for all of us.

Recently, I gained a lot of weight because of a psych med I am taking, about 45lbs, so now I am 200lbs on 5'2" and I absolutely have no money to go to a gym and no time to wake up since I work 44hrs/week in a job I already walk a lot and lift a lot of weight. My food intake was the same, doctor said yes, it was the meds making me gain weight and I am like okay, I always wanted to be a bear anyways and instead of wallowing in despair I bought new, bigger clothing that made me feel better.

Last week, though, my family invited me for a sunday lunch, and I went because I really like my siblings. Going there, my grandparents and uncles were there, and my grandmother and mother immediately noticed my weight gain and made the Face™ and asked me what happened. I told them that i gained weight due to a med. They've always been weightwatchers for free for me and would criticize me to the slightly more i would get fatter and praise me to the hell and back when I lost weight, so I am already defensive of what they'll say next and noticing the dirty looks they're giving me for using XXL clothing and having a double chin.

As I am serving a glass of soda for me (it was ALL that was there to drink and I ain't eating food dry) though, my grandma points at it and makes an inflating motion. I then snap at her and tell the next comment on my weight, I'll bite her. She backs off saying she's only worried for my health and I tell her no she isn't, because she praised me the time I got pancreatitis and got down to 165lbs and barely could stand up. (Pancreatitis made me throw up everything I ate for four days and I was hospitalized, losing a shitton of weight in the process), if she did care she would be worried that time. My mom tried to intervene and tell me that i was probably being just lazy to gain all that weight and it's not even the meds. I snap and tell I am also going to bite her next time she comments on my weight. Both women back off and let me have my goddamn lunch in peace, and I leave pretry early from there. When I get home there's a text from my uncle telling me to try to understand his mother's side and that she only wants the best for me and I should forgive her slip ups, and I tell him that I am not forgiving that and they can have their shitty family lunches without me if I will be criticized everytime i eat or drink in front of them. AITA?

So... apparently 350lbs is superchub...?

It's only another 45lbs...

I think I'm down for that..

Can you help?

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Stella was a delivery woman. Her doctor told her take a maternity leave already and yet here she was, still delivering parcels. She needed that money really bad for her unborn baby. She knew her due date is coming in 5 days but she just couldn't stop working. Although her pregnancy was a singleton, the baby was measuring 12 lbs and her belly looked huge. Everyone asked her if she was carrying multiples. Her belly sat so close to the steering wheel whenever she was driving. If her car were to be rare-bumped, her stomach was definitely gonna be slammed into the steering wheel. Since it was the delivery job, she needed to carry all sorts of packages, light or heavy alike. She prayed everyday that packaged be smalland light because it was very hard to lift big and heavy things with a heavily pregnant belly. It was a struggle to even bend down. But people on her route were very fascinated by her struggles like her lifting boxes up, waddling, going up the stairs, rubbing her back and her belly with an arched back when coming back down. It was just so fascinating to watch. So the whole route started to order more and more and they would tip her eneormously just like she was entertaing them.

She woke up in the middle of the night feeling a contraction in her belly but she brushed it off. It must be brixton hicks, maybe beacuse she had to make deliveries to 29th floor on one building and 31st floor on another. They had no elevators and she had to go all the way up on her foot. Luckily the parcels were small. Another notable delivery was a very heavy box only god knows what was in that. It was on the 2nd floor but the box weighed 45lbs. Just as she bent down and tried to lift it up, she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She squatted down and leaned on the heavy box and did some deep breaths to ride out the pain. Maybe that strain was causing brixton hicks now she thought. She rubbed her belly to soothe the pain and fell asleep again.

Her day started again with a terrible cramp. Her back was aching and her belly sitting lower than usual. She could literally feel the weight of the baby in her pelvis. She waddle with one hand on her back and the other under her gravid midsection. How unfortunate she was. Today's delivery had so many big heavy packages. After delivering only 4 parcels, she felt a gush of fluid coming down from her uniform pants, followed by an intense contraction. "Nghh c'mon now is not the time baby let mommy do her job" she murmured, gritting her teeth. As she kept on her route, the interval between contractions were getting smaller and the contraction duration getting longer and longer. Having to carry heavy boxes and going up and down the stairs were no help at all. The labour was being sped up by those actions. But people seemed to enjoy watching her struggles. They were watching from their doors but offered no help to her, smiling satisfiyingly. But they would tip her a lot as if they were purposely ordering to watch her suffer.

It has been 6 hours and she could not even walk properly now. Her contractions were back to back and it was as if the baby would fell out with each step. She had to rest several times leaning against something when delivering. Having to squat and picking up parcels from the ground was a torture. Her repeated squats were forcing the fetus down faster. Her body was drenched in sweat and amniotic fluid. She could feel the baby head in her vagina trying to crown. Every contraction took her breath. She felt this huge urge to push but she knew this wasn't the time or place to give birth. She got onto her truck slowly and continued to deliver. Trying not to screaming from her contractions and not to push seemed almost impossible. She slipped her hand inside her pants and felt a round matted hair at her swollen lips. "Don't come out yet don't come out yet" she repeated like a mantra and went to deliver another package. She had to struggle to walk because of the crowninf head between her legs. The baby was coming whether she liked it or not. Her soaked pants formed a bulge to accomodate the emerging head. "Oh no not now" she put her hand over the bulge and push it back in. The pain almost made her scream and took her breath away. But once she got out of her car seat and started walking and lifting, the head slowly slid down again. Her waddle became wider and wider, the round bulge between her legs got bigger and bigger as her shift went by. A few hours later after finishing up her route, she finally gave in, took off her clothes and pushed the baby out.

What’s good feederism people :)

Let me introduce myself.

I’m a 6’1 straight, male, 20 year old college student. I’ve been a 3 sport athlete all my life and very skinny because of it. I’ve also been into feederism as long as I can remember, kinda weird no? Anyways, I turned down D1 track scholarships (no joke) to explore this fetish of mine in college.

My gaining journey:

After a few months of my freshmen year, unlimited food and no more intense training, I gained a whopping 45 pounds and hitting the 200 mark😱

Since then I hit the breaks on my gain to focus on school and my relationship, and have been floating around 175lbs.

However…

My goal from now to the end of this semester, is to put on 45lbs and hit a new peak of 220😆 It won’t be easy and definitely not cheap, but follow me on my journey and ask me questions! I don’t get to talk about this stuff with anyone, so it would be nice to get some encouragement and feedback along the way🙂

Stuff I’m into:

Feeding girl feedees

Rapid wg

Encouragement

Teasing

Before/afters

Mutual gaining

Stretch marks

Burping

Stuff I’m not into:

Death feedism

Immobility

Farting

Throwing up

why does it look like someone ctrl+t’d rodeo down. he’s so tiny. so close to the ground. short king. itty bitty prince.

rodeo is so deceptively sized. he is 27lbs of chaos and he’s simultaneously much smaller and larger than people expect him to be.

here’s rodeo with other things for scale

rodeo with annie, a 45lb australian shepherd mix

rodeo with devin, who is 5’7”

and here’s rodeo in approximately 10-13” of snow

Haley was down to 38lbs and her vet pronounced her well underweight, and wants to see her get up to 45lbs or so. So I've increased her food quite a bit, and now she looks hella fat and feels so heavy. I was like 'oops' and dialed it back. But I took her for a weigh-in yesterday and she is ... 39lbs.

Wtf?? She looks and feels SO FAT. I cannot fathom that she's only a pound heavier. I can hardly feel her ribs? She looked very underweight and ribby at 38lbs! Maybe the scale needs to be reset or something. I think I'm going to try to get her on another scale because there's no way she's only gained that little when she looks so freaking fat. She seems like she's probably over her ideal weight, which has historically been about 45.

I haven’t talked about it on here in a bit but I’m down 45lbs :) the road to 145lbs awaits haha. I said it’d be over for you bitches but now I’m just shy and skinnyish so that was a lie.

the women’s barbell was just. mysteriously gone. from the facility (they have only ONE women’s bar for the entire gym lmfaoooooo) so i was stuck using the 45lb men’s bar that they have at every rack. *taps mic* ahem. that they have at EVERY. rack. just saying.

the grip is of course significantly bigger, impossible to get my hands around comfortably despite my being 5’10” and pretty large-boned.

it felt like the strain of that was making me grip too hard on the second pull. and it appears that slowed down the bar’s path down onto my shoulders. male-as-default strikes again. i’ll practice with the women’s bar at my actual crossfit gym (which supplies them tenfold. take notes) another day i guess and hope that it’s snappier.

the rest felt meh but—85lb is feeling more normal for me to handle, even with a strained groin and a barbell designed for the male hand. it just seems like my slowest part is at the actual point of turnover and it looks mostly related to my grip here. which i am more than happy to blame on men, of course

hi sam!!! been thinking about maybe possibly getting into lifting weights MAYBE (cause I want my arms to look good). do you have any advice for starting out? like did you go to a gym and get a trainer or did you watch youtube videos or do a specific program? I may not even stick with it cause I'm really bad at keeping up with exercise, but it's worth a try?

OOOH YES okay so, real quick, to answer the question of what i did: like 5-6 years ago i worked at a gym and had a free membership + a discount on personal training, so i did some one-on-one training sessions. if you're in a spot where you can afford that, go for it! i loved it! otherwise here are some tips:

for starting out, my first tip is just this: go do it. don't overthink it, and don't beat yourself up if you fall short of certain goals or miss a few gym sessions. even if you don't do everything, a little bit is awesome!

this might seem obvious, but don't work the same muscle groups twice in a row. you need to recover or you won't build any muscle and you might injure yourself

with that in mind, a lot of trainers like to split upper body workouts into a "push" day (bench press, shoulder press, tricep dips, basically anything working your front and your triceps) and a "pull" day (assisted pull-ups, lat pull down, rows, bicep curls, working your back and biceps) and i find this SUPER useful for keeping it all straight in my head, otherwise i'll be like "DID i work my biceps this week? hm"

with that in mind, i aim for 3 days a week: leg day, push day, and pull day. i don't always make all 3 but that's the goal

choosing weights: experiment a bit, but rule of thumb for each exercise is use a weight where your 10th rep is, like, kind of a struggle but not impossible. then do 2 or 3 more sets

going for a one rep max: this is powerlifting! this is the shit that gets me GOING and makes me feel SO STRONG, but please only only only do this if you have a spotter to check your form. right when you walk in the gym pick one lift (either squat, deadlift, or bench press) that you'll try this on, and do a normal set of 10 with whatever weight makes sense for you, then keep adding weight until you can only do 1 rep. for instance i'll squat the bar (45lbs) for 10, add some weight and go for 8, add more and go for 5, add more and go for 3, and then finally add more and go for 1. (ADD. WEIGHT. SLOWLY. like 10lb, maaaybe 20lb at a time.) this is a great way to build actual strength as opposed to aesthetic strength and feel super strong. then you go and do your other lifts for 3x10 like you normally would for the day

speaking of form, youtube is a treasure trove for looking up different exercises and making sure you're doing them right

avoiding soreness in the days after a workout: sometimes soreness is unavoidable (you're literally tearing your muscles so they'll build back stronger! of course it's gonna be a little sore!) but you can lessen it by ending your workout with some light cardio to keep your muscles warm, STRETCHING, taking a nice hot shower (keeps the blood flowing), and eating lots and lots of protein. swallow a cheesesteak whole in my honor. you won't regret it

lastly, if you want to build muscle in your arms and you don't stick to weightlifting, that's fine! my friend has gotten really into climbing over the last year, and her arms... good LORD, her arms! beautiful. incredible. basically my point is you have to enjoy what you're doing to stick with it, so for me that's powerlifting because it makes me feel accomplished and strong! for you it might also be lifting, or it could be climbing or kayaking or yoga or gymnastics (my latest tiktok crush is a pro gymnast whose arms are just..... chef's kiss. yeah i'm a little gay about it) but! the point is to try different things and stick to whatever you like the most. or mix and match! do what you want! have fun! get swole! be strong like bull! and please come brag to me about it when you do!

CANE UPDATE:

It absolutely saved my bacon last night and was the only reason I was able to get moving after waiting for Champ to finish his business.

This morning I needed it less, just on Champ's long pauses.

But I already know changes are needed. I need a head that lets the cane stand on the ground. I only have two hands and trying to manage leaning on cane, holding Champ's leash, and doing the poop bag (bending to pick up and then needing to tie off the top) is too much to manage.

Other problem: Champ falling down. That old man collapsed again this morning. When it happens he must be picked up, he can't stand on his own. So it was lay cane on the ground, bend, pick up a 45lb dog around the middle, haul him to his feet, hold him upright until his paws were under him and he could walk, try to straighten up on my own, retrieve cane from sidewalk. Not great.

My sister suggests bringing Champ inside after he pees and just accept that means he poops in the house. That does not seem ideal.

So. Adjustments needed.

Other thought today: why is standing and waiting outside bad but showering is fine?

i wish i was the kind of person who could just make my income by being hot.

but anyway! i gained 5lbs and that really upset me. still 45lbs down but i’m just mad at myself for falling into old habits. any day can be day 1, and that’s what today is.

focusing on my calorie deficit bc i made a promise to myself and i am worth keeping it, even if it doesn’t always feel that way. i look good and i feel good and i’m happy, but feeling like i’m continuing to grow and make progress and get stronger, fitter, and healthier is so important to me.

i know none of y’all read these, don’t worry. just screaming into the void over here. off to redraft my maid of honor speech💗

I just did my first test pack for our trip my suitcase is 20kgs/45lbs.

I would have preferred it to be 15kgs/34lbs but this is as good as it’s going to get.

I’ve still not packed my toiletries though and that’s going to weigh a bunch.

My whole carry on suitcase is full of my prescription medication and my dress so there is no hope of slimming that down.

seeing people with their SW at 115 and GW at 100 😤 like I ain’t judging & good for you but YOU AIM TO LOSE just 15 POUNDS? man I wish. by the time i’m at my UGW i’ll have lost 45lbs 😭 and i’m only 22 down ASLSKLKFDH

i’ve seen people with 150 pound differences, now y’all built different fr fr

Skinny PeeWee has hookworms. I should say "still" has hookworms as she had them when she left That Person's house and seems like she'll need another round of treatment. On the plus side, I haven't *seen* worms in her feces so it's not as bad as that time Sushi shat out a pile of wiggling spagetti 🤢 but it does explain why she lost weight (down to 45lbs from 53) despite having doubled her calorie intake.

Time for another round of panacur I suppose.