Update (Part 2).

"Okay, so here's the 'skinny' on my fat."

Where do I start?  Yes, my fat friends, I am still one of you.  To say that I'm merely "bigger" would be a personal understatement.  I feel fat.  For the first time I truly feel like I have the body I've been eating for.  When I'm hanging out with a friend, there always seems to be an elephant in the room (and it's hiding under my tightened shirt).  *sigh*  Naturally my weight has gone up, but I wouldn't know exactly how much.  I don't have a proper scale to observe my progress.  The only indication I have is that 300 is the scale's limit.  I only have a tape measure that reaches up to 60" long.  I've climbed my way from 47" to 57" and now the tape must be fully stretched out to find my current number.  Just a few more inches and my belly will have a 5 foot circumference.  

As far as experiences go, I had my run-ins with a few comments and staring.  Naturally, some belly bumps (moments when a person tries to push through a crowded space and accidentally shoves into one's belly, enough to make it bobble and shake.)  My stomach has bombarded with a fellow employee's elbow once, with the belly of another fellow employee, and the belly of our dairy delivery man)  "Whoops!", he said.  "Gotta watch out for the belly.  I keep forgetting I'm fat."  It would've been what some would call a 'hot moment', but he's so much older than I am.  Not really what I'm into.  Then there are more occasions when I go to a favorite restaurant or movie theater and my wideness can't cope with the capacity of my seat.  This is coupled with the creaking of the chair with every movement I make, even when I extent my chubby arm to grab a sip of Dr. Pepper.  

Since I work in the kitchen of a convenience store I get to prepare some truckers' favorites and pizza after pizza after pizza.  Oh the pizza.  I've had my share, but not my fill of it.  I've downed more pizza in the past two months than in a typical year of my life.  You'd think I'd be much bigger by now, but things are moving slower since I eased of the aggressive gaining.  I've been paying less attention to my size because what happens after a few weeks of unconscious eating is a more surprising transformation.  That's what happened to me two days ago when I walked into the bathroom to see in the mirror a hint of blubber visible from under my 3x shirt.  I had just eaten a big breakfast and was full to the limit.  I filled out every space of my night shirt with grumbling fatty softness.  I lifted up the shirt to find how big around it was and I proceeded to touch it and rub it vigorously.  I was able to lift giant handfulls on either side.  I dropped my fatty stomach and heard the thud as it slapped against my hip and thighs, the very act of which caused it to churn for a good two seconds.

No telling where I'll be by January of next year, with my budget tightening up almost as much as my pants.  We'll see.  

Off to lunch.  

Update.

Well, I can certainly say that this past month has been an interesting one.  In my last entry I mentioned that I may be moving to Orlando to work at Disney World.  Well, that 'may be' has turned into a 'definitely'.  I already booked my flight and I'm looking for a place to stay as I will be arriving a day early to be sure I get to check-in at the apartments on time.  While there, I'll be working in attractions, which means any of the rides and events they provide in the magic kingdom.  I have a free pass to the park when I'm not working which should make for the best day off of my life!  Plus I believe I get discounts from Universal Studios and Epcot (But when I worked at our local theme park here in Iowa, I never visited on my down time.  Actually I worked open to close every day for months.  There was really 'no' time.), etc. etc. blah, blah, blah.  You readers don't want to be bored, do you?  Anyway, officially I will be living in on Disney property June 15th.  I'll try to document everything I can over the next six months of my internship, though I hardly think I'll get to see all of Orlando even in that amount of time.  Most of all I'd like to see the ocean.  Never have although I did spend a week in Washington D.C. and we were a mere hour from the coast.  

So every day since I signed up and eagerly awaited the invitation I have been seeing nothing but Disney adds on T.V. , the radio, movies, etc.  I never really bothered paying attention because sometimes there was a promise of a "free 'family of four' trip to Disney World" and I sulked because that was an impossibility.  There was no money we could spend that would not put on in permanent debt.  I've since then worked very hard and saved up plenty of money.  My first experience at one of the happiest places on earth will be from the other side (not as a vacationer, but an employee).  

More to follow.