nsfw Dear OP: Spoiler http://troll.me/images/dos-equis-man/i-dont-always-care-but-when-i-do-youre-an-*******.jpg And I'm not even FAT.
Thank you for this thread. I was disappointed to find out I wasn't the oldest, but I bet I'm the fattest. Hypertensive and Type II as well, so you guys probably won't have to endure much more.
54" waist here. Lived in Omaha for nine years, could only buy clothes at Dillards, JC Penney, Burlington or Casual Male XL. I started getting called "Mr. Rogers" at work because aside from the occasional Hawaiian or Havanera shirt I've basically worn sweater vests every day, all year round for probably the last 10 years. Weighed 175 in high school and topped out at 350 around 28 or so when I last owned a scale. Most of it happened in college: fast food every night for dinner, then hit the computer lab till about 2 am, then over to the campus C-Store for Hot Pocket, chips and some kind of chocolate/granola bar. For whatever reason never became a regular drinker, that may or may not be staving off any onset (or just any obvious warning signs) of diabetes. When my arms are down, my breasts basically run continuously from my chest, around my armpits to my back, and I have a second "flap" between the armpit and ribcage. Fortunately I don't have any body hair. If I get to the point where I haven't eaten anything yet that day but I already feel bloated and sore, I can usually water fast for a couple of days just to "maintain." You miss a size change or wear that belt (or tie) too tight you're a freaking narcoleptic.
We once had a poster named FattyFatBastard. His posts on food were crystallized into the memories of BBS members. He was our food Moses.
334...6'0 not ashamed...don't hate myself, and usually date women around my own size. Do I get a cookie for winning, cause I loves me some cookies!
