#weight talk

[vaspider]

I'm on a new diabetes med which my doctor said "oh yeah, and weight loss is a side effect," before I reminded him that I've got disordered eating from prior medical abuse and I've made good progress on it, so let's not undo that...

... but then I couldn't figure out why I had constant headaches until my wife pointed out I was barely eating and kept sugar crashing, too. Apparently the reason that people lose weight on this is because it turns off your hunger signals! So I wasn't ever feeling hungry and my food intake had dropped ridiculously.

I dunno, man, that seems like something you should have mentioned, dude, since it's a known thing about this class of drugs.

Anyway, uh, yeah, make sure you ask about known issues with hunger signals or loss of appetite with some of these new diabetes drugs. You don't want to end up accidentally starving yourself.

(I'm fine; we've added some precautions and new routines.)

#health stuff #weight mention #weight loss #weight talk

[ms-demeanor]

Re the "ask a bodybuilder" thing: I have some friends who lowkey lift, and one of them described a "macro-friendly" dessert recipe they'd seen (with a tone of mockery). My immediate thought was "eating disorder For Him", to which both friends agreed that "yeah, no, ask any professional bodybuilder how they get in shape for shows and they know it's dysfunctional"

Yeah, the behavior that bodybuilders use when on a cut (losing weight and getting lean for a show/season) is absolutely not a healthy or sustainable approach to food; generally they know this and they are aware that there are some times of year when they're going to be functionally starving themselves (and dehydrating themselves - they will absolutely skip water in the days before a show so they have more visible veins and muscle striations) but actually what I was talking about there went in the other direction (bulking rather than cutting). It's really really really really hard to put on weight if your body doesn't want to put on weight. It's really hard to keep that weight on. It's hard to gain muscle and it's easy to lose it. And I know plenty of people who are naturally very thin who have struggled to put on weight.

But we only really present one side of this equation and I think it's worthwhile to talk about both. Not in an "oh skinny people are oppressed too" way, but in an "look actually changing your body composition requires a level of effort that is bugfuck insane to ask of people and if you wouldn't ask a thin person to put on ten pounds of muscle because of the effort that would require, why are you comfortable telling a fat person to lose fifty pounds in spite of the effort that requires?" way.

#diet talk #weight talk #disordered eating

[aurorawritestoescape]

JACKET

No outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Drabble: Joel’s jacket got too small for him.

Tw: 18+ mdni, allusions to smut, fluff, weight talk, Joel gained weight and we love it, swearing, pet names ‘daddy’, ‘baby’, leather kink? idk

A/n: sometimes I see a picture and can’t rest until I write something based on it😅 thank you @iamasaddie for the pic and the inspiration😘 Big ‘Heyyy!’ to the Queen of Chubby!P-Boys @beefrobeefcal 🙌

Word count: 560

“Oh, fuck!”

“What is it?” you ask with worry in your voice walking into the room. You find Joel standing in front of the mirror moving his arms back and forth. He’s wearing his brown leather jacket, unzipped over his grey t-shirt.

“Look, my jacket doesn’t fit me anymore. I got too big!” he complains not tearing his eyes away from his reflection. His brows are furrowed and he looks genuinely upset. He drops his arms in frustration and you rush to comfort him with a deep sigh.

You stand behind him and put your arms on his biceps covered by the soft material of the jacket. Your palms glide up and down his arms in a calming gesture. It’s a really nice jacket. You always loved how he looked wearing it. Completely hidden from the mirror by Joel’s huge frame you peek from behind his shoulder, searching his eyes in the mirror.

“It’s ok, Joel, we’ll get you a new one.”

“Yeah, but… I liked this one. I should go on a diet,” he sighs, crossing his arms on his chest and you notice the fabric on his back stretch dangerously close to ripping.

“That blue shirt you like is also too tight by the way," he complains to your reflection, “This jacket was always so comfortable and now if I zip it up, look..” he turns to you, closing the jacket as it stretches around his stomach. He’s pointing at his middle with wide eyes and of course you feel sorry for him but the sight of his body in tight leather does something unexpected to you. Your heartbeat increases and you feel tingling between your thighs.

You put your hands on his soft leather-clad stomach and glide them up to his broad chest.

“You look good,” you whisper, staring at his frame so broad under your palms.

Joel notices the change in your behavior and smirks, shaking his head at you, “Oh, baby…”

“I’m sorry that you’re upset but…I love that you got a little bigger, daddy.”

He hears the pet name and his pupils blow out as his hands find your waist. He moves closer, pressing his body against yours and wrapping his arms around you. The mixture of leather and Joel hits your nostrils and you lean into him enjoying this smell as your hands snake around his middle and clasp behind his back. You tilt your head up and find him looking down at you, his gaze dark and hungry.

“You want daddy to get soft and squishy, huh?” he asks with a smile as his gaze slides down to your parted lips. You practically purr as a response and he leans down to kiss you. You melt into his embrace as your lips slowly caress each other. Joel groans into your mouth and pushes his hips into yours pressing his hardness against your belly.

“Let’s get you to bed, baby,” he mumbles and bends down to take you into his arms. As soon as he lifts you, one arm under your knees and the other supporting you behind your back, you hear a loud ripping sound. You both freeze gaping at each other before bursting into laughter.

“Now you definitely need a new jacket,” you giggle, as he heads upstairs carrying you to the bedroom in his big strong arms.

Thank you for reading!💖

Tag list: @milla-frenchy @bbyanarchist @harriedandharassed @missannwinchester @nervousmumbling

#pedro pascal #joel miller #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller x you #the last of us #drabble #tw weight #tw weight gain #weight talk

[naomiknight-17]

Ok so Chilchuck is a little tall for a Half-foot so he has to watch his weight carefully, yeah?

Has no-one told this man that alcohol is fuckin' BURSTING with calories?? And the man drinks like a fish

You're not allowed to blame Senshi's excellent cooking for your weight gain, Chilchuck

#weight talk #chilchuck tims #senshi of izganda #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

[scarlettohairdye]

*CW weight talk*

You know what you don't see people posting about much is their weight GAIN journey, so here's mine! On the left we have me in 2011 at the beginning of my burlesque career. On the right we have me last month in 2023, 12 years later and 30-40 pounds bigger.

I am bigger. I am very fine with that. It's a natural part of getting older, and trying to fight it would both NOT WORK and make me fucking miserable. I have old costumes that don't fit anymore, which is a bit sad, but I can make new ones!

I am still very much of a size that allows me thin privilege on a societal and medical level, but I see people out there in the world worried that five pounds will make them fundamentally unlovable, and I am here to tell you that forty pounds only made me hotter. Like, damn, the way my tits and ass have only grown in power? Incredible work on my part.

Kill the cop in your head that tells you you have to look a certain weigh or meet a certain number on a scale to be worth of respect and love! They're wrong! They're not allowed to be there!

(Oh, also: can't recommend enough that you get rid of your scale. I don't own one. The only reason I know that I weigh 30-40 pounds more than I used to is because I recently went to the doctor and asked when they weighed me since I was curious. 99% of the time I swan about completely unbothered. It's great!)

#weight gain #weight talk #dieting is a lie #diet culture is a lie #you deserve basic human respect at every size #anyone who tells you otherwise is trying to profit from your pain

[ghostienonbibi]

I don't NEED nor WANT calorie counter/weight loss apps, I want to keep track of my health via a virtual Senshi app that I can put meals in and gives me tips on how to work better with what I have! I don't want to have a "goal weight" I want to be sturdy and big and healthy!

#weight talk #weight #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #While I'm at it I want a Chilchuck app that is able to pull up a constantly updated log of workers and renters rights in my area

[cherrycokeandkisses]

The day I can wear Brandy Melville clothes without them looking small/too tight on me is the day I will feel more accomplished than ever.

For those of you who don’t know, Brandy Melville is a Swiss/American clothing brand that only sells one size clothing. Most clothes are tiny and you need to be skinny to wear them. (i hate that they are not size inclusive, but thats a different topic for another time)

#brandy melville #calorie deficit diet #disordered eating thoughts #thinspø #low cal restriction #ed di3t #emotional abuse #need to lose more weight #tw weight #weight loss #weight loss diet #weight talk #weight log #i wish i was weightless #i wish i was small #intermittent fasti #if you know you know #i need to lose so much weight #i wanna lose weight #i need to lose this weight

[bonefarm]

I’m pretty happy with myself, I got a cheap ass stationary bike off Craigslist about a month and a half ago to see if I would reliably use it and, not only have I used it 5 days a week, I have made it to the point where I can do 5 miles on it a day without it feeling like too much.

I’m not necessarily uncomfortable with my weight or anything like that but work has been as such that I’m spending too many days behind a desk and I was getting more winded than I was personally comfortable with when chasing goats around.

If I keep it up until next year maybe I’ll get myself a nicer one for Christmas or something.

#tagging this as #tw: weight #weight #weight talk #just in case

[hiddenfolk]

I think it's really funny how one of the fantasyish traits the mairuma demons get to distinguish them from humans are just utterly bizarre weights like every single time i remember mr ifrit djinn eit-een i just laugh so hard

#m!ik #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairuma #weight talk #? #I cant find any other fanbook scans but i remember agares' stats being utterly weird too

[froody]

People don’t really understand how frightening and psychologically devastating unintentional weight loss is. We live in such a toxic fatphobic world that people congratulate you on your weight loss when you mention that you’ve abruptly lost 30 pounds due to illness or they see it for themself. That is my body not being able to maintain and sustain itself. That is my digestive system betraying me. That is little pieces of myself melting off. That is my clothes not fitting. That is exhaustion and pain from my body not digesting nutrients. That is not a fucking win. I am not happier with my body because it is skinnier. It is betraying me. I miss my old body.

#weight talk #weight loss /

[fuckwonderlandthisiswar]

No one will be seated while that one lady on Supersize vs. Superskinny completely lied about her food journal..

#diet #weight loss #weight loss diet #mealsp0 #mealspo #low cal diet #mealspø #weight talk #food #low cal meal #supersize vs superskinny

[doctorjackdaw]

can’t sleep so i’m up thinking about jack running a test-lab with hector… jack’s 7 months pregnant, so he moves a few rooms away for any active x-raying that hector performs, but he’s there for the preliminary screening with the patient / test subject, and intends to return to discuss the results.

hector (he/him) / jack (he/him), belly kink (in general!)

when jack arrives, 5 minutes early and prompt, he isn’t surprised to see hector, there already, chatting with the patient and charismatic at ever.

he is surprised to see hector’s form, no different save for an unmistakable swell to his belly. he looks pregnant - if jack had to field a guess, he’d place the shape and size of his coworker’s belly at about 6 months, although realistically, this is impossible - hector wasn’t pregnant a month ago. if jack recalled correctly, hector wasn’t currently able to be pregnant - nothing audrey couldn’t fix if hector was willing, but the surgery necessary to complete a trans-uterine pregnancy had a time frame that hector’s recent expansion couldn’t account for.

“doctor kagawa?”

only then did jack realize he’d been staring hector straight in the gut for the past 2 minutes. there was an even humor to hector’s smile as jacks eyes slowly shifted up to meet his.

“god, sorry- sorry, doctor florez, were you… ready to begin?”

“of course. now, miss, if you’d like back for me here…”

hector took charge easily, quick to forgive and forget jack’s straying focus. the volunteer with them would be undergoing a test pregnancy and assisting in the record of effects of a new drug - one of the major purported side effects was a possible dilapidation of bone strength, predisposing users to fractures and early-onset osteoporosis. this first meeting, prior to the pregnancy, would involve hector taking multiple and comprehensive x-rays.

first, though, he checked over the volunteer’s form. his confident hands poked and prodded, asking careful questions to get a physical assessment of her current bone strength and pain tolerance.

his belly pushed into the table.

jack was stuck - he really ought to have been asking questions, providing answers on the dawning pregnancy for their patient, but all he could do was watch as hector reached over and around the cot, his belly jammed up into the side of it.

“alright… i’ve got a few more preparations to make, and we’ll start on those scans. i’d you’ll excuse myself and dr. kagawa for a moment?”

the volunteer nodded, and hector swiftly escorted himself and jack to the adjacent room; his office.

“jack.”

jack already had his face in his hands as hector smiled down at him.

“hector, i am so sorry. i understand i’ve been unprofessional, it’s- a terrible look! i’m.. distracted, today, but i’ll put it behind me-“

“distracted seems like a bit of an understatement,” hector murmured, and before jack had a chance to retort, the taller man had strode across the room and placed himself directly in front of him.

“you’ve been staring - right at my belly, no less! i’m surprised, really - yours is far more interesting.”

jack’s face was burning with a dark blush that only grew deeper as hector pushed one loose fist against his pregnant belly, gently massaging into his womb through the layers of scrubs he wore to keep bit covered.

“i-i beg to differ! i’m used to being pregnant, i’m not used to you-“ jack paused, pushing one hand to his eyes. “whatever you have going on!”

the stress of being trapped in his own shameful arousal by hector, who seemed completely content to tease him, made him lash out a little, but the radiologist seemed completely unfazed.

“why don’t you figure it out for yourself? go on, you can touch. i’d be honored to satiate your curiosity, doctor.”

his voice dropped so low as he said it that jack visibly shivered, but he didn’t wait long to accept hector’s offer. in seconds, his gloved hands shifted forward and laid on hector’s belly, pushing up at his green scrubs and revealing the expanse of skin and dark fuzz underneath. to reveal the whole swell, jack also found himself hooking his fingers in hector’s waistband and pulling down his slacks, moving all the fabric out of the way to frame the belly he’d been fascinated by since he noticed it just fifteen minutes before.

it… was softer than he’d expected. no scars to be seen, no visible entry point for some kind of host or substance. hector’s guts were far too quiet for him to be maintaining any volume of an enema, although he’d heard a draining gurgle or two from his upper stomach.

“it’s soft,” jack confirmed, and hector almost broke out laughing.

“figured it out yet, doc?” hector punctuated his laughter by pressing jack’s palm into the apex of his belly while he laughed, feeling it shake just a little.

jack blinked hard.

“higher levels of subcutaneous… and visceral fat. but is that-“

“that, plus the kind of breakfast that’s been increasing my levels of subcutaneous and visceral fat.” hector mimicked jack’s words to point out the mild absurdity of his differentiating the two, and jack’s jaw dropped a little.

“so you’re-“

“i’m just putting on fat. looks different on me, hmm? it was casey’s idea, and i owed them a favor - plus, like i was gonna say no to four good meals a day, and mel and keats are helping keep me stocked.”

jack was mortified for a good few seconds.

“i… am so sorry if i offende-“

“do i look offended? jack, it’s alright. you had every right to assume something else was going on, even i was surprised at how quickly my body started storing fat… and how it all went right to my gut.”

as hector assuaged his embarrassment, jack’s arousal took over. the phrase it all went right to my gut had him whimpering aloud, and hector didn’t hesitate to press his colleague back to the wall, and slowly, achingly pressed his new gut into jack’s pregnant belly.

“h-hector, oh shit,” jack murmured, “we have to get back- oh, god, it looks so good on you, and you feel good too…”

hector took that moment to push jack’s scrubs out of the way and press their bellies together, skin to skin, each rounded and heavy. he braced his broad palms and long fingers against the wall while he gyrated his hips, creating almost a massage between the two of them as their bellies rubbed sensually against one another. jack managed to get one hand on hector’s side, as if he had a handle on their little dance, but the other covered his mouth and betrayed just how turned on he really was, shaking there at the touch of hector’s fat belly alone.

all at once, hector pulled away, but not before tilting jack’s face and kissing his cheek warmly.

“i’ll see you at my apartment tonight, won’t i?”

jack nodded. he’d go just about anywhere to finish that scene, if he could come back down to earth before evening came.

#doc.jack #doc.hector #lewislaboratories #doctors note #doctorjackdaw #belly k!nk #ball belly #mpreg #tmpreg #wg kink #(mild but) #weight mention #weight talk #for tws!

[naomiknight-17]

Been on a medically-monitored low carb diet for like a year and a half and my weight did not noticeably change

Doc put me on Ozempic once she finally believed (by the evidence via blood tests) that I was indeed eating as instructed and I've only been on the full dose for a couple of weeks

And suddenly my old jeans fit again

Hmm hmm isn't it funny what happens when my doctor actually fucking listens to me and offers help instead of just telling me I'm not trying hard enough for like, my entire life

#not a huge weight loss so far but definitely some difference #weight loss #weight talk #diet #ask to tag #and fyi i am trying to lose weight to reduce the pain in my knees and back #and the diet is also to control my diabetes (which it has been doing very well) #mod post #i have to go see my doc on wednesday... should i wear my jeans that suddenly fit or the ones that are loose and falling off?

[orbees]

God that post I just reblogged reminded me of a post I saw YEARS ago but it pissed me off sm I still remember it. it was like making fun of inituive eating like: "*eats 40 mcnuggets* fuck diet culture I'm eating inituively!!!" reblogged by a skinny bitch I was mutuals with at the time and. okay heres the thing about me I don't rly hardblock ppl much but THAT earned my block so. congrats 👏

#virtual memories #diet talk #weight talk

[thisisthinprivilege]

Submitted anonymously

My mom is fat. I am fat. Disclosure, though, I'm a small fat, and my weight would be considered pretty average if I was taller. So I still have some privilege, since I fit into "straight" sizes and am only a bit overweight. 

Anyway, I've dealt with a lot of shit for being overweight, mostly from my also overweight mom. She is, I guess, a small fat too. She's short, too. But she can fit into seats and whatnot and is nowhere near enormous. Actually, she's pretty small in size. 

Well, my mother is absolutely mentally ill. She encourages starving yourself, talks about her bulimic and anorexic tendencies as a teenager as if it was no big deal, and when I tell her she had (has?) an eating disorder, she denies it. VEHEMENTLY. And she agrees that her relationship with food is unhealthy, but still denies her having an eating disorder. She hardly eats.

Well, I recently got into a huge fight with her because she said, and I quote, "I don't like fat people."

I got really angry and asked her why she hates fat people if she herself is overweight. And then I told her that I'm pretty big myself and that she was pretty much insulting me.

Then she starting talking about how all fat people are "fat pigs" and that they ALL eat too much, ALL don't exercise, etc. I asked her why she's overweight if she hardly eats, and she didn't respond. 

This is the same mom who constantly tells me if I lose weight I'll be liked more, have boys like me, look better in clothes, be prettier, be worth more, etc. A few years back I tried to starve myself, and when she found out, instead of being upset that I was potentially developing an eating disorder, she told me "if you're going to starve you need to eat at least ONE thing a day to get your nutrients."

LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK? She should have been telling me that I was beautiful and perfect the way I was, but instead she was telling me to basically starve save for one snack a day. She tells me people don't typically like fat people, etc, and then denies that she ever says anything to me about my weight when I bring it up to her.

When I was, like 10, FUCKING TEN, she told me I was fat, point-blank, to my face. I was only 90 pounds.

She constantly makes comments about my thick legs, and asks me if I want to look more like my skinny friends. When I say I don't care, she tells me that I actually do care. Because EVERYONE who's overweight just wants dreadfully to be thin, apparently. 

We had a HUGE fight, and I was crying and telling her she was indecent and shouldn't judge people based off of their bodies, and she spewed some bullshit about how people like to be around "healthy" people and not fat people. 

Every time she wants to make me want to lose weight, she tells me boys like skinny girls and I will finally "be noticed" once I lose weight. When I tell her I don't care about appeasing shallow fuckboys, she doesn't believe me and says that all teenage girls like boys and want boys to be all over them. Okay, lol. Sure. "If you ever want a boyfriend and want to have fun in high school, you need to lose weight. Sorry, but boys like skinny girls."

Hm. Okay. 

So, encourage me to have an eating disorder, insult me, tell me I'm not worth enough if I'm not thin. I really don't understand. She's overweight herself, and she's abusive to me. She was when I was very young too, but I didn't realize how unhealthy it was until recently. She hates that I'm a fat activist and thinks I'm going to get my "ass kicked" one day for supporting basic human decency. Hm. 

Thin privilege is not having ALREADY FAT PEOPLE reprimand you for your natural body type.

Thin privilege is not being insulted and abused by parents for their body.

#weight talk #fat discrimination #fat hate #fat hatred #fatphobia #diet culture #trigger warning

[cherrycokeandkisses]

I’ve been feeling a bit stuck lately. I dropped from 83 to 72 kg quite fast. But now it’s like my weight has been 71.5 for a long time (couple weeks?).

I’ve been eating around 1000 kcals, one/two meals a day. Also exercising twice a week or so. I am on my period that is just ending so I was thinking maybe I’m more bloated then normal but I don’t think that’s it. I’m also not tooo constipated.

What do you guys think? I feel like I should be losing weight still. A 1000 calories deficit adds up to 7,000 calories per week so I should be losing 1 kg per week if the math is mathing.

#calorie deficit diet #disordered eating thoughts #thinspø #low cal restriction #ed di3t #emotional abuse #need to lose more weight #tw weight #weight loss #weight loss diet #i want to be weightless #i wanna lose weight #i wanna be skinnier #i wanna be perfect #weight talk #i need to lose so much weight #tw ana shit #tw ana diary