Happy & Healthy, the Blog of Megan Waters (Patreon)

December 31st 2019

It's New Years Eve, a whole year has passed since I started this and at 321 I am over two hundred pounds fatter, way more than what I ever intended to gain.

This has been the most difficult year I've ever face. I lost all my clients. I broke up with my boyfriend of six years. I lost the respect of my mother and my sister.

I have trouble moving and I feel weak and sick all the time.

This Christmas I went up to my nan and my extended family had to see me and my two hundred pounds of lard for the first time.

My grandma was horrified, she had no idea I had been doing this. My mom rolled her eyes and told her just what I was weighing it now. my nan actually started to tear up.

"Megan, what have you done," she sniffed before poking my big obese stomach, telling me "Don't you realize what you've done to yourself?"

I felt so awful, I made my grandma cry.

The entire Christmas party I spent it on my big butt watching TV or playing with my phone. I didn't partake in our annual pool game, I'm so out of shape I can't stand up long enough for a full game of pool.

I'm so out of shape, I've lost my shape completely. I wasn't just a personal trainer, I was a fitness model. I accomplished so much at 22, now at 23 I'm morbidly obese and I can't move.

I did my best to hold in my farts during the party, I was so bloated and uncomfortable. By the time dinner came around I couldn't hold them in and was periodically farting up a storm, thankfully they weren't too loud but people could definitely hear them rumble from my big fat butt. I kept eating and gorging, in a full family event of 15 family members plus the kids I think I ate the majority of the food. I just sat there like a pig, eating and gobbling and farting and asking for more.

I only ate the most decadent fatty foods, when I was offered a salad by my nan I declined and I was hurt when she frowned. She looked so disappointed by me.

After a good while I had to go to the bathroom and shamefully I cracked the seat and then even more shamefully I clogged the toilet. No one else was able to go that night.

Even during presents I was still eating like a fat useless pig, making my little cousins bring me my presents.

I got into a fight with my mom for one present: A weight watchers membership pass.

I made a scene, angrily telling her that as a certified personal trainer I knew how to lose weight and my sister told me I was full of shit and I needed to wake up. She's a dumb brat, I can and I will lose this weight.

When I left the next day nan made me promise to do something about my obesity.

And I am.

Now that the year is over my project is officially going to enter the second phase and the end game.

The diet starts tomorrow.

Tomorrow I get my life back.

No more overeating like a pif. No more lazing about. No more farting like a cow.

I'm done. This entire project was a huge mistake, the damage it's done to me.

And it's all your fault.

It's every one of you fat pigs that made me like this. I turned into one of you to help you and to help teach you to be better people. And what does your stupid little lifestyle do? It ruined my life.

You fat pigs ruined my life.

I hate you all for doing this to me.

I'm going to get thin again and I'm going to do it all by myself.

And when I'm thin again I'm going to be the hardest, meanest personal trainer you've ever seen. I'm going to make your lives hell you dumb fat pigs.

You're all going to regret making me fat.

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