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09-26-2008, 01:54 PM
~BBW, Eating. ~SWG – dental treatment causes a slim chick to gain some curves
Braces
By Becky
I was slim and fit, running around in my bikini after the dog on the hot grass. 5'6" 130 (though I said 120) pounds of female fun. I was out of high school and had the summer free. But I also had dental issues that I’d been avoiding until graduation. That afternoon I got braces.
My mouth had never been in such pain, I was so glad to get a milkshake after the appointment. As dinnertime arrived I was still sore, eating a normal supper was out of the question. My mom took me out to pick up another milkshake and I suggested an order of fries, since they might be soft enough to chew.
After a few days it became obvious that I was going to be one of those who can't eat much solid food as I adjusted to the braces. Because I was already rather thin my parents were worried about losing any weight. We went out to BJ's and bought instant breakfast shakes and Ensure Plus for weight gain and maintenance.
Over a few weeks I was able to eat a little "solid" food, but it wasn't much. I got used to having a shake with every meal and as snacks. We began keeping pudding and ice cream in the house too! I was thrilled, I couldn't eat much, but between shakes, soup, pudding and ice cream I was happy. My sister was, too, though she was told not to eat too much of the pudding and ice cream since I couldn't eat anything else.
Then I got to the point that I could handle soft pastries like bread, donuts, cake and donuts. Grilled cheese sandwiches became a staple of my diet when I was at home, and after getting tired of watching tv I'd often go out for a shake and fries as a snack. I soon discovered fruit pies and custard filled pastries were yummy as well.
I found I was waking up early in the mornng hungry. I'd never been a breakfast person but instead of shakes I now learned to make egg nogs. After awhile I discovered graham crackers. Then I began making omelets and replacing the egg nog with ice cream shakes. They were great in the hot weather.
It had now been over a month and I noticed some of my pants were no longer quite as loose as they used to be, but didn't give it much thought.
After a full month, I came to a day when I could barely button my khakis, but I was in denial. I reasoned that the washer was shrinking everything I washed, or maybe these pants were my sisters; she's a little smaller than I am but has some ooutfits that are identical.
"That must be it," I thought; "things have gotten switched and I'm wearing my sister's pants."
My stomach growled and I went to the kitchen to grab another shake. Not eating regular meals I'd become accustomed to several a day and wasn't really counting.
By August I didn't fit into any of my pants; it was like they shrank all over.
The hips were tight and wouldn't pull up; the waist was too small to button at the front and they never could cover my stomach, always forcing it to spill over like a chubby person's.
My parents had said only a few weeks before that they were glad I looked so healthy - better than I ever had. I acknowledged that maybe drinking 6 shakes a day was doing more than just keeping my weight up, it was maybe adding a pound or two. But if I was looking good why make a fuss?
I had actually gained about 15 pounds by this time, and we went to my grandmothers for a summer family reunion. When I stumbled up from my chair for 3rds of potatoes drenched in my grandmother's rich, thick, gravy my mom told me to be careful - she cautioned that I wouldn't be able to have dessert. I had eaten everything at dinner, even the turkey, but those potatoes were the best - they made my mouth feel good...my stomach, too.
I had to unbutton my skirt after the meal and actually changed into sweatpants, despite the special occasion. My family thought I wasn't feeling well, but that wasn't the problem. I assured them I was fine, more than well enough for pie – of which I had 3 slices: pumpkin, apple and chocolate cream. I just needed to make some room with my clothes.
In September I enrolled in Junior College. By now I could eat soft pancakes for breakfast, as well as cereal along with my omlets. But I had to watch out for meat that could get in my retainers. I had access to a car and could drive to school, so I did, always with a couple of pop tarts for a morning snack.
For lunches I found that the commons had a nice buffet. There were always potatoes and pasta dishes that gave me no problem, and I could handle the fish as well. But my favorite was the dessert counter, with various types of pie, cake, and make your own sundaes. I made a habit of dining with some friendly girls who were bigger than me.
By this time I was sporting a muffin top that at times rode over my waistband and exposed my belly. That brought some friendly attention from the guys I thought was cool. I'd talk on my cell phone letting them drink it in, pretending that I didn't notice their gawking.
For Christmas, I got a lot of new clothes, but most of them didn't fit and I had to exchange them for larger sizes. I finall acknowledged that I had put on a few holiday pounds. My parents hadn't bought any more ice cream in a few weeks, so I had been picking it up. I guessed I was up to 150, probably more, but didn’t care or want to know.
January and February saw more of the same, especially pudding while I was studying at night. My brassiere was getting snug and so I bought one two cup sizes larger. I fussed a bit about my weight to my boyfriend Mark but he didn't think I had a serious problem. My younger suster pestered me to take her to Dairy Queen and about twice a week I did.
By March I was at a point of needing to go shopping for all new clothes, since nothing fit. I was still drinking a shake with each meal even though I was back fully on solid food and my braces were gone.
In April, my parents finally sat me down and said they were worried about my weight and asked what I thought. I set down my burger and just munched on fries and sipped a shake while they talked. I thought I was fine, but it obviously wasn't a shared opinion.
Finally I agreed to get on a scale. It read 174. I couldn't believe how much weight I had gained. I knew I had put on weight...but nothing like this. No wonder nothing had been fitting...at this point I'd thought I was 160 max - and I topped that by 14 pounds!
I started a diet that week, dropping to 145 by mid-Summer and felt that was enough. It was where I felt I like my curves the best. I may have regained a bit but not much. But I have to go now; its the beginning of summer vacation and my little sister is getting her braces today... I've promised to share a shake and some comfort food with her. Just a little isn't going to matter.
Braces
By Becky
I was slim and fit, running around in my bikini after the dog on the hot grass. 5'6" 130 (though I said 120) pounds of female fun. I was out of high school and had the summer free. But I also had dental issues that I’d been avoiding until graduation. That afternoon I got braces.
My mouth had never been in such pain, I was so glad to get a milkshake after the appointment. As dinnertime arrived I was still sore, eating a normal supper was out of the question. My mom took me out to pick up another milkshake and I suggested an order of fries, since they might be soft enough to chew.
After a few days it became obvious that I was going to be one of those who can't eat much solid food as I adjusted to the braces. Because I was already rather thin my parents were worried about losing any weight. We went out to BJ's and bought instant breakfast shakes and Ensure Plus for weight gain and maintenance.
Over a few weeks I was able to eat a little "solid" food, but it wasn't much. I got used to having a shake with every meal and as snacks. We began keeping pudding and ice cream in the house too! I was thrilled, I couldn't eat much, but between shakes, soup, pudding and ice cream I was happy. My sister was, too, though she was told not to eat too much of the pudding and ice cream since I couldn't eat anything else.
Then I got to the point that I could handle soft pastries like bread, donuts, cake and donuts. Grilled cheese sandwiches became a staple of my diet when I was at home, and after getting tired of watching tv I'd often go out for a shake and fries as a snack. I soon discovered fruit pies and custard filled pastries were yummy as well.
I found I was waking up early in the mornng hungry. I'd never been a breakfast person but instead of shakes I now learned to make egg nogs. After awhile I discovered graham crackers. Then I began making omelets and replacing the egg nog with ice cream shakes. They were great in the hot weather.
It had now been over a month and I noticed some of my pants were no longer quite as loose as they used to be, but didn't give it much thought.
After a full month, I came to a day when I could barely button my khakis, but I was in denial. I reasoned that the washer was shrinking everything I washed, or maybe these pants were my sisters; she's a little smaller than I am but has some ooutfits that are identical.
"That must be it," I thought; "things have gotten switched and I'm wearing my sister's pants."
My stomach growled and I went to the kitchen to grab another shake. Not eating regular meals I'd become accustomed to several a day and wasn't really counting.
By August I didn't fit into any of my pants; it was like they shrank all over.
The hips were tight and wouldn't pull up; the waist was too small to button at the front and they never could cover my stomach, always forcing it to spill over like a chubby person's.
My parents had said only a few weeks before that they were glad I looked so healthy - better than I ever had. I acknowledged that maybe drinking 6 shakes a day was doing more than just keeping my weight up, it was maybe adding a pound or two. But if I was looking good why make a fuss?
I had actually gained about 15 pounds by this time, and we went to my grandmothers for a summer family reunion. When I stumbled up from my chair for 3rds of potatoes drenched in my grandmother's rich, thick, gravy my mom told me to be careful - she cautioned that I wouldn't be able to have dessert. I had eaten everything at dinner, even the turkey, but those potatoes were the best - they made my mouth feel good...my stomach, too.
I had to unbutton my skirt after the meal and actually changed into sweatpants, despite the special occasion. My family thought I wasn't feeling well, but that wasn't the problem. I assured them I was fine, more than well enough for pie – of which I had 3 slices: pumpkin, apple and chocolate cream. I just needed to make some room with my clothes.
In September I enrolled in Junior College. By now I could eat soft pancakes for breakfast, as well as cereal along with my omlets. But I had to watch out for meat that could get in my retainers. I had access to a car and could drive to school, so I did, always with a couple of pop tarts for a morning snack.
For lunches I found that the commons had a nice buffet. There were always potatoes and pasta dishes that gave me no problem, and I could handle the fish as well. But my favorite was the dessert counter, with various types of pie, cake, and make your own sundaes. I made a habit of dining with some friendly girls who were bigger than me.
By this time I was sporting a muffin top that at times rode over my waistband and exposed my belly. That brought some friendly attention from the guys I thought was cool. I'd talk on my cell phone letting them drink it in, pretending that I didn't notice their gawking.
For Christmas, I got a lot of new clothes, but most of them didn't fit and I had to exchange them for larger sizes. I finall acknowledged that I had put on a few holiday pounds. My parents hadn't bought any more ice cream in a few weeks, so I had been picking it up. I guessed I was up to 150, probably more, but didn’t care or want to know.
January and February saw more of the same, especially pudding while I was studying at night. My brassiere was getting snug and so I bought one two cup sizes larger. I fussed a bit about my weight to my boyfriend Mark but he didn't think I had a serious problem. My younger suster pestered me to take her to Dairy Queen and about twice a week I did.
By March I was at a point of needing to go shopping for all new clothes, since nothing fit. I was still drinking a shake with each meal even though I was back fully on solid food and my braces were gone.
In April, my parents finally sat me down and said they were worried about my weight and asked what I thought. I set down my burger and just munched on fries and sipped a shake while they talked. I thought I was fine, but it obviously wasn't a shared opinion.
Finally I agreed to get on a scale. It read 174. I couldn't believe how much weight I had gained. I knew I had put on weight...but nothing like this. No wonder nothing had been fitting...at this point I'd thought I was 160 max - and I topped that by 14 pounds!
I started a diet that week, dropping to 145 by mid-Summer and felt that was enough. It was where I felt I like my curves the best. I may have regained a bit but not much. But I have to go now; its the beginning of summer vacation and my little sister is getting her braces today... I've promised to share a shake and some comfort food with her. Just a little isn't going to matter.