~BBW, Imagery, Eating, ~SWG – a sedentary workers gym trips lead to a unique invitation
Right before thanksgiving I decided to join a gym. I had put on about 12 lbs recently with a new, rather sedentary office job and my waistband was cutting into my stomach a bit. The culprit was obvious – the daily 1-2 free pastries at work. Whether a yummy jelly donut or a crème filled éclair, they were impossible to resist only a few yards from my workstation. I thought that, with the holidays coming, I should do something about my weight before my waistline got out of hand.
On my second visit to the gym they gave me a complete analysis. I was high on the BMI chart and my body fat percentage was also high at 39%. The perfectly fit and trim instructor explained my results. She said that I needed to lose about 30 lbs (yes, I was chubby before the new job) and that I needed to work on toning and losing inches. They gave me a program to follow and told me that they would redo the assessment every twelve weeks.
I began rigorously following the regimen, making it to the gym four days a week after work for a 45 minute workout. It was exhausting but about halfway into the second week it seemed to be getting easier. That weekend I had two dates and was so happy with my recent regimen that I had no reservations about eating any and everything that was available. Frankly I felt that I deserved a reward.
The next week I got back on schedule except for skipping a day. One of my coworkers had an office party that ran long and I had to work late to catch up. By the time I got off at 7:00 I was famished and rewarded myself with several plates, including dessert, at the local Country Buffet.
The next week was the Thanksgiving holidays and I only made into the gym twice. Thanksgiving came and it seemed that I ate more than I ever had in my life. Maybe it was the extra pounds on my frame that made me appetite bigger, or just that so much food was left over, but it was a four day stuffathon at my parents. No one seemed to mind or care, though, least of all me.
That weekend must have stretched my stomach because Monday I wanted a real breakfast and went to a local IHOP café. I had a huge burrito with pancakes; it was delicious. Lunch was a couple of cheese whopper from Burger King and I had some extra pastries, skipping the gym. It set a pattern for the week, indeed for the holiday season.
Christmas approached and there were plenty of goodies at the office from various customers. In addition I was invited to many holiday gatherings and dinners. The options were the gym or having fun. My appetite triumphed over my willpower each and every time.
A few times I had to undo my pants on the way home just so I could breathe. It seemed like people were bringing me gifts of baked goods more than they ever had before during the holidays. Tins filled with Christmas cookies, and what not.
I'll never forget what happened one night during the holidays when I came home from a dinner party. I had eaten so much at the restaurant as it was an all you can eat buffet this time. My belly was so bloated on my way home that before I could reach down and undo my button, it undid itself and popped right off! I laughed at that as my stomach pushed its way out of the zipper.
When I got home I noticed a box sitting on my front porch. I peeked inside. There was a large pie and a carton of ice cream (it was so cold outside it stayed frozen)and a card on top. It was from my friend Marie saying "I know apple pie is your favorite, Merry Christmas, enjoy!"
I thought that was so sweet of her. I brought it in and got myself settled. I was full but as I sat there watching tv in my pjs I couldn't stop thinking about the pie and ice cream. First I cut myself a large piece and topped it off with the rich ice cream. It was so delicious, the pastry so flaky and crispy. It wasn't long before i was going back for another. Then I fell asleep.
The next morning, which was Saturday, I literally awoke dreaming of the pie and ice cream. Before you knew it I had the remainder of the pie plate in front of me smothered in ice cream. I finished it off for breakfast and laid back on my couch. My belly was so swollen I couldn't believe how it looked so completely round. I leaned back and hiccupped and rubbed my swollen belly.
The rest of the weekend continued in the same vein and my clothes were getting tighter than ever. I decided that I wasn't going back to the gym until the New Year.
The day after Christmas was Friday and instead of work I had a pizza and games party with some of my coworker After they left I fell asleep on the couch after and woke up around 3am. My stomach rumbled. I remember I had a few pieces left over pizza from the day before and walked sleepily into my kitchen to retrieve it. I've never minded cold pizza, in fact sometimes it is better that way. I brought my plate along with a can of sprite into my bedroom and sat there in bed eating the pizza. I fell back asleep as soon as I was done and woke up
feeling great, although bloated of course.
Saturday I felt lazy and stayed in bed until noon, then I headed out and found a restaurant where I had curried chicken and mashed potatoes, along with a slice of mud pie cake. That evening I went with a date to a Mexican restaurant and got really stuffed, not to mention having some drinks.
The following day was Sunday and I decided in the morning that I wanted to try not to overdo it with my eating that day. Half way through the day my resolve weakened and I began eating whatever I felt like.
I made a big lasagna and ate half of it for supper. I still had left over Christmas cookies which i ate while i was making lasagna. After dinner I had chips and dip and more cookies. I rationalized that since I was going to start going to the gym again in just a few days I might as well enjoy myself today.
The following morning I got up and felt that my stomach was still kind of bloated. But after an hour it felt ready for some food and I made an omelet with some toast. Then I went to work. By 10:00 I had the first of several pastries. My clothes were really snug and I had a muffin top forcing itself over my waistband. I wanted to go easy for lunch but my appetite was voracious and I wound up with chicken marinara and a sundae.
This was the pattern every day until New Years. On the second of January I knew I had to return to the gym. After work I had a final donut with coffee, then went to the powder room and donned my workout clothes before heading out the door.
When I walked into gym I saw the girl who had done my original assessment. She said hi as I was swiping my card.
"We haven't seen you in a while?"
"I know," I answered, "I've been busy"
"It says here it you're due for another analysis, would you like to have it done before you get started?"
"Sure," I answered, thinking to myself that this should be interesting. funny.
I went into her room and went through the rigmarole.
"Well," she said and paused, "you are up 9lbs"
"Wow," I said not knowing what else to say. I wasn’t surprised.
"That happens to a lot of people with the holidays though, but you'll have to get
back on track if you don't want this to get bigger," she said this and touched my stomach.
I blushed and was shocked that she did that.
"Right," I said.
"You should be ok if you follow the exercise program we set out before, good luck now,"
"Thanks" I said.
I took me a minute to digest it all. I had gained another 9 pounds, which meant I was up 19 pounds over six months. I looked bigger in the gyms mirrors
but not that much, besides I knew they put up mirrors that made you look bigger in there on purpose.
I did the workout and stayed on the treadmill for 30 minutes. When I was finished and was walking out of the place though I started to feel faint with hunger. I had to get food and fast. I don't know what came over me but when I got to the drive through I ordered two burger combos and three of my favorite type of donut. I devoured them in the parking lot and sat there for a few minutes until I felt better.
I was so exhausted from working out and then filling up, that i went home and went back to bed for a few hours. When I got up I went back to my old eating habits.
I went to workout a couple more times a week during January and repeated the routine of going out to eat after I was done working out, except each time I would have more and more to eat. My overeating seemed to be increasing exponentially and my willpower was diminishing and by all indications was soon to be completely non existent.
One day towards the end of the month I was getting in my car and I heard a voice say "hi there,".
It was a man that was tall dark and handsome and very muscular. He was apparently coming out of the gym too.
"Hello," I said. I didn't know her I wondered what he wanted.
"You work out here too eh? I saw you the other day at the coffee shop around this same time. I'm John."
"Hi John ," I said and introduced myself as Michelle.
"I was just wondering were you heading to the coffee shop right now?"
How did he figure that out, I wondered but smiled and nodded.
"The reason I ask," he began, "is that I am partners in a restaurant just up the road and we have fantastic breakfasts, maybe you would like to try it out, my treat."
He smiled and I was very tempted. After thinking about it for a moment. I answered, 'sure why not, but it will have to be early. I need to be at work by nine."
"Okay great," he said and described the location, "I'll see you there tomorrow morning, 7:00."
The next day I was sitting in a booth at John's restaurant. I had driven past it many times but had never gone in. He was sitting across from me. He asked me if I was very hungry and I said I was, therefore he ordered me the biggest breakfast on the menu
Soon I was eating from a platter of bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns and toast and John was just drinking a coffee. He said he had eaten right before working out. He smiled and seemed to be flirting while I ate. He told me he would love it if I came there every time I worked out.
"You really deserve a great meal after your hard work," he said and winked.
"Sometimes i won't be here," he explained "but I'll tell Lisa the waitress and she will always be more than happy to give you some vip treatment. Will you be back then?"
He asked like he wanted to know for sure.
"Oh yes," I answered. I was almost done with my platter.
"Good job," he said looking at my plate,
Just then an aroma of some fresh baked good wafted through the air.
"I smell pastry, I think Lisa just took some out hang on I'll go check," he said
"oO that's okay I'm full," I tried to answer fighting temptation, but he was gone.
A minute later he came back with a plate full of cinnamon buns.
"You've got to try these," he insisted, "they melt in your mouth."
The aroma was so tempting I couldn't resist, and ate 2 right away. He sat down and we chatted some more, I was so full and bloated at this point it was a good thing I had my spandex gym clothes on. I was getting sleepy and said I should get going.
"Don't make me take these back into the kitchen, hon, come on finish them off for me."
"Oh all right," I gave in and it wasn't hard at all to finish them. I waddled out of the restaurant and it didn't take me long to get home where I relaxed for several
hours.
The next time I went to the gym I saw that John wasn't in there. I decided to go to the restaurant anyway when I was done since I felt famished and he had encouraged it.
When I walked in the waitress Lisa spotted me right away and walked over.
"You must be Michelle, John told me he was hoping you'd be in. He's not here but I've got a table ready for you over here, come and have a seat hon,"
I did and she came over,
"So?" she asked "Big appetite today?"
I smiled and said 'Yes i think so,"
"Good good. How about a big breakfast platter again, John said you did great with that last time? I've got some pastries for you too while you wait,."
"Great," I answered. A minute later she brought out the Danishes. I ate three, a lemon, strawberry and cream cheese one. About 10 minutes later she brought out my platter and set it down with a smile.
"Enjoy, and don't disappoint now, make sure you eat it all hon!" she said with a laugh as she turned and walked away.
She was slim herself but seemed to really enjoy her job at the restaurant. Every so often she'd walk by my table and say stuff like "you can do it, or looking good!"
Then she came and dropped off some more pastries, and smiled when she saw my eyes widen.
I finished my breakfast and the four additional Danishes, they were so light and flaky they melted in my mouth. I leaned back for a minute as she came to refill my coffee.
I burped and said 'excuse me'.
She laughed, 'you really have a great appetite, I like watching you eat."
I blushed and said "ya well I think I need to cut back a little, or else the workouts I've been doing won't make a difference."
"Well that would be a shame since you enjoy eating so much don't you think?
Besides who cares, I think you'd look great with some extra weight on you. How much do you weigh anyway?"
Man is she ever bold? I thought to myself, no woman ever asks another woman that question, but proceeded to answer anyway.
"Well I think I'm around 160 but I don't have a scale at home so I'm not sure."
"Hmm is that so? Well I just happen to have a scale in the back, why don't you finish your coffee and then come on back, I'm on my break in a minute. That is if you'd like to know..."
"Oh sure," I said. “I am a little curious.” I’d by this time finished my breakfast anyway.
"Me too," she said before clearing my dishes and walking away.
“172” said the dial.
“See, all the exercise in the world doesn’t change anything,” my conscience said.
“See, I told you that you carry weight well,” said Lisa.
“Is that what John thinks as well? ‘Cause although I love his food its obviously not helping my figure.”
“I think John likes you and I know he likes chicks with some met on their bones. He’d have me eating double desserts twice a day I hadn’t told him my husband would have a cow. So, do you like John?”
”I really don’t know him that well. Perhaps you should tell him that Pocahontas said that John should speak for himself!””
“So you’re not really that upset at all about your weight?”
“Not enough to starve myself with a diet or turn down great food obviously. If I’m honest its gotten so that I just go to the gym so that I won’t feel guilty when I come here. But it weren’t for being able to come here I doubt if I’d even go to the gym.”
“Well exercise is good at any weight so I hope you continue doing both. And I’ll pass along what you said to John.
I continued on to work, happy to know that John liked girls of size, but wondering what his next move would be now that he knew that I was on to his game.
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The Gym
By Anonymous
(this little gem, now slightly modified) was plucked from a removable USB drive
– how it got there is anyone’s guess
By Anonymous
(this little gem, now slightly modified) was plucked from a removable USB drive
– how it got there is anyone’s guess
Right before thanksgiving I decided to join a gym. I had put on about 12 lbs recently with a new, rather sedentary office job and my waistband was cutting into my stomach a bit. The culprit was obvious – the daily 1-2 free pastries at work. Whether a yummy jelly donut or a crème filled éclair, they were impossible to resist only a few yards from my workstation. I thought that, with the holidays coming, I should do something about my weight before my waistline got out of hand.
On my second visit to the gym they gave me a complete analysis. I was high on the BMI chart and my body fat percentage was also high at 39%. The perfectly fit and trim instructor explained my results. She said that I needed to lose about 30 lbs (yes, I was chubby before the new job) and that I needed to work on toning and losing inches. They gave me a program to follow and told me that they would redo the assessment every twelve weeks.
I began rigorously following the regimen, making it to the gym four days a week after work for a 45 minute workout. It was exhausting but about halfway into the second week it seemed to be getting easier. That weekend I had two dates and was so happy with my recent regimen that I had no reservations about eating any and everything that was available. Frankly I felt that I deserved a reward.
The next week I got back on schedule except for skipping a day. One of my coworkers had an office party that ran long and I had to work late to catch up. By the time I got off at 7:00 I was famished and rewarded myself with several plates, including dessert, at the local Country Buffet.
The next week was the Thanksgiving holidays and I only made into the gym twice. Thanksgiving came and it seemed that I ate more than I ever had in my life. Maybe it was the extra pounds on my frame that made me appetite bigger, or just that so much food was left over, but it was a four day stuffathon at my parents. No one seemed to mind or care, though, least of all me.
That weekend must have stretched my stomach because Monday I wanted a real breakfast and went to a local IHOP café. I had a huge burrito with pancakes; it was delicious. Lunch was a couple of cheese whopper from Burger King and I had some extra pastries, skipping the gym. It set a pattern for the week, indeed for the holiday season.
Christmas approached and there were plenty of goodies at the office from various customers. In addition I was invited to many holiday gatherings and dinners. The options were the gym or having fun. My appetite triumphed over my willpower each and every time.
A few times I had to undo my pants on the way home just so I could breathe. It seemed like people were bringing me gifts of baked goods more than they ever had before during the holidays. Tins filled with Christmas cookies, and what not.
I'll never forget what happened one night during the holidays when I came home from a dinner party. I had eaten so much at the restaurant as it was an all you can eat buffet this time. My belly was so bloated on my way home that before I could reach down and undo my button, it undid itself and popped right off! I laughed at that as my stomach pushed its way out of the zipper.
When I got home I noticed a box sitting on my front porch. I peeked inside. There was a large pie and a carton of ice cream (it was so cold outside it stayed frozen)and a card on top. It was from my friend Marie saying "I know apple pie is your favorite, Merry Christmas, enjoy!"
I thought that was so sweet of her. I brought it in and got myself settled. I was full but as I sat there watching tv in my pjs I couldn't stop thinking about the pie and ice cream. First I cut myself a large piece and topped it off with the rich ice cream. It was so delicious, the pastry so flaky and crispy. It wasn't long before i was going back for another. Then I fell asleep.
The next morning, which was Saturday, I literally awoke dreaming of the pie and ice cream. Before you knew it I had the remainder of the pie plate in front of me smothered in ice cream. I finished it off for breakfast and laid back on my couch. My belly was so swollen I couldn't believe how it looked so completely round. I leaned back and hiccupped and rubbed my swollen belly.
The rest of the weekend continued in the same vein and my clothes were getting tighter than ever. I decided that I wasn't going back to the gym until the New Year.
The day after Christmas was Friday and instead of work I had a pizza and games party with some of my coworker After they left I fell asleep on the couch after and woke up around 3am. My stomach rumbled. I remember I had a few pieces left over pizza from the day before and walked sleepily into my kitchen to retrieve it. I've never minded cold pizza, in fact sometimes it is better that way. I brought my plate along with a can of sprite into my bedroom and sat there in bed eating the pizza. I fell back asleep as soon as I was done and woke up
feeling great, although bloated of course.
Saturday I felt lazy and stayed in bed until noon, then I headed out and found a restaurant where I had curried chicken and mashed potatoes, along with a slice of mud pie cake. That evening I went with a date to a Mexican restaurant and got really stuffed, not to mention having some drinks.
The following day was Sunday and I decided in the morning that I wanted to try not to overdo it with my eating that day. Half way through the day my resolve weakened and I began eating whatever I felt like.
I made a big lasagna and ate half of it for supper. I still had left over Christmas cookies which i ate while i was making lasagna. After dinner I had chips and dip and more cookies. I rationalized that since I was going to start going to the gym again in just a few days I might as well enjoy myself today.
The following morning I got up and felt that my stomach was still kind of bloated. But after an hour it felt ready for some food and I made an omelet with some toast. Then I went to work. By 10:00 I had the first of several pastries. My clothes were really snug and I had a muffin top forcing itself over my waistband. I wanted to go easy for lunch but my appetite was voracious and I wound up with chicken marinara and a sundae.
This was the pattern every day until New Years. On the second of January I knew I had to return to the gym. After work I had a final donut with coffee, then went to the powder room and donned my workout clothes before heading out the door.
When I walked into gym I saw the girl who had done my original assessment. She said hi as I was swiping my card.
"We haven't seen you in a while?"
"I know," I answered, "I've been busy"
"It says here it you're due for another analysis, would you like to have it done before you get started?"
"Sure," I answered, thinking to myself that this should be interesting. funny.
I went into her room and went through the rigmarole.
"Well," she said and paused, "you are up 9lbs"
"Wow," I said not knowing what else to say. I wasn’t surprised.
"That happens to a lot of people with the holidays though, but you'll have to get
back on track if you don't want this to get bigger," she said this and touched my stomach.
I blushed and was shocked that she did that.
"Right," I said.
"You should be ok if you follow the exercise program we set out before, good luck now,"
"Thanks" I said.
I took me a minute to digest it all. I had gained another 9 pounds, which meant I was up 19 pounds over six months. I looked bigger in the gyms mirrors
but not that much, besides I knew they put up mirrors that made you look bigger in there on purpose.
I did the workout and stayed on the treadmill for 30 minutes. When I was finished and was walking out of the place though I started to feel faint with hunger. I had to get food and fast. I don't know what came over me but when I got to the drive through I ordered two burger combos and three of my favorite type of donut. I devoured them in the parking lot and sat there for a few minutes until I felt better.
I was so exhausted from working out and then filling up, that i went home and went back to bed for a few hours. When I got up I went back to my old eating habits.
I went to workout a couple more times a week during January and repeated the routine of going out to eat after I was done working out, except each time I would have more and more to eat. My overeating seemed to be increasing exponentially and my willpower was diminishing and by all indications was soon to be completely non existent.
One day towards the end of the month I was getting in my car and I heard a voice say "hi there,".
It was a man that was tall dark and handsome and very muscular. He was apparently coming out of the gym too.
"Hello," I said. I didn't know her I wondered what he wanted.
"You work out here too eh? I saw you the other day at the coffee shop around this same time. I'm John."
"Hi John ," I said and introduced myself as Michelle.
"I was just wondering were you heading to the coffee shop right now?"
How did he figure that out, I wondered but smiled and nodded.
"The reason I ask," he began, "is that I am partners in a restaurant just up the road and we have fantastic breakfasts, maybe you would like to try it out, my treat."
He smiled and I was very tempted. After thinking about it for a moment. I answered, 'sure why not, but it will have to be early. I need to be at work by nine."
"Okay great," he said and described the location, "I'll see you there tomorrow morning, 7:00."
The next day I was sitting in a booth at John's restaurant. I had driven past it many times but had never gone in. He was sitting across from me. He asked me if I was very hungry and I said I was, therefore he ordered me the biggest breakfast on the menu
Soon I was eating from a platter of bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns and toast and John was just drinking a coffee. He said he had eaten right before working out. He smiled and seemed to be flirting while I ate. He told me he would love it if I came there every time I worked out.
"You really deserve a great meal after your hard work," he said and winked.
"Sometimes i won't be here," he explained "but I'll tell Lisa the waitress and she will always be more than happy to give you some vip treatment. Will you be back then?"
He asked like he wanted to know for sure.
"Oh yes," I answered. I was almost done with my platter.
"Good job," he said looking at my plate,
Just then an aroma of some fresh baked good wafted through the air.
"I smell pastry, I think Lisa just took some out hang on I'll go check," he said
"oO that's okay I'm full," I tried to answer fighting temptation, but he was gone.
A minute later he came back with a plate full of cinnamon buns.
"You've got to try these," he insisted, "they melt in your mouth."
The aroma was so tempting I couldn't resist, and ate 2 right away. He sat down and we chatted some more, I was so full and bloated at this point it was a good thing I had my spandex gym clothes on. I was getting sleepy and said I should get going.
"Don't make me take these back into the kitchen, hon, come on finish them off for me."
"Oh all right," I gave in and it wasn't hard at all to finish them. I waddled out of the restaurant and it didn't take me long to get home where I relaxed for several
hours.
The next time I went to the gym I saw that John wasn't in there. I decided to go to the restaurant anyway when I was done since I felt famished and he had encouraged it.
When I walked in the waitress Lisa spotted me right away and walked over.
"You must be Michelle, John told me he was hoping you'd be in. He's not here but I've got a table ready for you over here, come and have a seat hon,"
I did and she came over,
"So?" she asked "Big appetite today?"
I smiled and said 'Yes i think so,"
"Good good. How about a big breakfast platter again, John said you did great with that last time? I've got some pastries for you too while you wait,."
"Great," I answered. A minute later she brought out the Danishes. I ate three, a lemon, strawberry and cream cheese one. About 10 minutes later she brought out my platter and set it down with a smile.
"Enjoy, and don't disappoint now, make sure you eat it all hon!" she said with a laugh as she turned and walked away.
She was slim herself but seemed to really enjoy her job at the restaurant. Every so often she'd walk by my table and say stuff like "you can do it, or looking good!"
Then she came and dropped off some more pastries, and smiled when she saw my eyes widen.
I finished my breakfast and the four additional Danishes, they were so light and flaky they melted in my mouth. I leaned back for a minute as she came to refill my coffee.
I burped and said 'excuse me'.
She laughed, 'you really have a great appetite, I like watching you eat."
I blushed and said "ya well I think I need to cut back a little, or else the workouts I've been doing won't make a difference."
"Well that would be a shame since you enjoy eating so much don't you think?
Besides who cares, I think you'd look great with some extra weight on you. How much do you weigh anyway?"
Man is she ever bold? I thought to myself, no woman ever asks another woman that question, but proceeded to answer anyway.
"Well I think I'm around 160 but I don't have a scale at home so I'm not sure."
"Hmm is that so? Well I just happen to have a scale in the back, why don't you finish your coffee and then come on back, I'm on my break in a minute. That is if you'd like to know..."
"Oh sure," I said. “I am a little curious.” I’d by this time finished my breakfast anyway.
"Me too," she said before clearing my dishes and walking away.
“172” said the dial.
“See, all the exercise in the world doesn’t change anything,” my conscience said.
“See, I told you that you carry weight well,” said Lisa.
“Is that what John thinks as well? ‘Cause although I love his food its obviously not helping my figure.”
“I think John likes you and I know he likes chicks with some met on their bones. He’d have me eating double desserts twice a day I hadn’t told him my husband would have a cow. So, do you like John?”
”I really don’t know him that well. Perhaps you should tell him that Pocahontas said that John should speak for himself!””
“So you’re not really that upset at all about your weight?”
“Not enough to starve myself with a diet or turn down great food obviously. If I’m honest its gotten so that I just go to the gym so that I won’t feel guilty when I come here. But it weren’t for being able to come here I doubt if I’d even go to the gym.”
“Well exercise is good at any weight so I hope you continue doing both. And I’ll pass along what you said to John.
I continued on to work, happy to know that John liked girls of size, but wondering what his next move would be now that he knew that I was on to his game.
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