Seeing family after a significant weight gain (Patreon)

About 50 lbs have passed between this Thanksgiving and the last. When my family last saw me, I was a slightly chunky 210 lbs. After a year of descent into this new lifestyle, I came waddling home.

I was nervous, I knew it would be a huge elephant in the room. I used to be a svelte bodybuilder, and now my watermelon of a stomach is unhideable and my chins are evidence to a diet heavy in melted cheese.

I was wearing 2XL-3XL T-shirts and Size 46 jeans. I did my best to hide the fact that I was wearing them over my massive flabby stomach held up by suspenders. I figured they wouldn’t notice my Walmart black dress pants, because Walmart was the only place in my state that had pants above a 42.

The undeniable fact was, they saw the change.

I had resolve in knowing I was a fat and happy man. I knew I had to show that to my family, and squash any notion of a “depressed fatty” narrative. Something that people love to paint. I was prepared for the worst.

What ended up happening was much better than I had anticipated. I didn’t feel the pressures I thought I’d have self imposed on myself in that moment. I thought at least one of my female family members would have mentioned my weight gain in an underhanded way. Maybe they felt it would be impolite. Maybe they chalked it up to overbulking. Maybe I haven’t gained enough weight yet to be considered concerning, but that’s up to you.