Bob’s Gaining Journey - Part 1 (Patreon)

Oh my god, hi! How are you? I can’t believe it’s been 25 years since we finished college! Get in!

Damn, you’ve changed a lot! We were the buffest guys on our football team and now look at you! All slim!

So you’re a journalist now, hey? You know, after those viral videos of me, you’re the only media I was willing to talk to. I know you’ll tell my story respectfully. They want to know the story behind the fat guy from our little town, right? Well, let’s start at the beginning.

After college, I got a job as a trucker in my father’s company. I never thought I would work there all my life, but I ended up loving it. The relaxing hours behind the wheel, listening to music, it was great. And the eating… Man! I always had a big appetite, but since I wasn’t doing sports anymore, the pounds started to show up.

I have to admit that my trucker meals weren’t helping either… I was surrounded by fat men, so I wasn’t ashamed at all to let my gluttony take over at the truck stop restaurant. Big breakfast, big dinner, and big supper at home. Things escalated quickly when I started to have snacks all day long…

Each time I reached the 300-pound mark, I would start to go to the gym to lose weight. When I was younger, the soft fat would go away easily and I could deflate in less than a year. But then my gluttony would come back, and would slowly inflate back again. The thing is, each time I did this cycle, my belly was harder to lose and more solid.

At 45 years old, I gave up the gym. Too much time and effort: who cares if I get a bit fatter? That year, I let myself go and just eat as much as I wanted, knowing that the gains would be permanent. And I BLEW UP. I had to buy new clothes 3 times that year: I gained over 100 pounds. I told everybody that it was my andropause, that my metabolism was slowing down, while in reality, I just stopped caring about the judgment of others. And you know, a big belly didn’t look bad on a man my age. I was kinda loving it.

Here’s what I looked like at the time: a photo of me, floating in my pool. My solid ball belly had taken over my body. Everywhere I went, people couldn’t stop staring at it, and were a bit intimidated.

I remember the day this photo was shot. I was visited by a young man who helped us move some furniture. He stayed for dinner, and had the boldness of saying that he could eat more than me! Can you imagine? He, a svelte 20 years old boy, versus my 67 inches belly and trucker appetite. The game was on, and I wanted to win.

I devoured my first few plates in record time, but he wasn’t nervous at all! He just kept eating, and eating! That time, I pushed myself harder than ever before. I was sucking food like a vacuum. To the point where my belly was bigger than it had ever been. The young man didn’t let up, and I ate until I was about to explode, in pain, lying on the ground. That slim boy won our little eating contest, and I was humiliated. I was persuaded that I was a great eater, and he proved to me that I wasn’t. I took that as a challenge, knowing that if I trained myself I could become an undefeatable eater.

To be continued