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I have an extremely fast metabolism. I'm about 5'11-6'0 and 114lb. I eat a copious amount of food daily. There's always that one random old lady that's a friend of the family that just says "yOu ShOuLd JuSt EaT mOrE" while I'm actively shoveling down my third slice of a (fairly large generic American sized) pizza. If I eat more my digestive system will start hating life, I won't stop looking like a skeleton.

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So my doctor prescribed me ozempic for weight loss last June. I was very excited as it worked very well for the first two months. My appetite was way down and lost 15lbs.
After this period, something happened. I slowly got my previous appetite back. I still kept on losing weight slowly because of choosing healthier foods and exercising more.
During this period (2-6 months after starting) I thought my body has somehow got used to the drug thus it wouldn't help to curb my appetite anymore. Yet I kept on using it for some reason.
Until December last year, when there was a shortage and couldn't buy it - I decided to quit it once and for all. Oh gosh, I had no fucking idea what would happen next!
My body went into a fault mode that I have never seen before. I would eat tons of food, not getting the slightest sense of satification. I could eat 1200 of calories (healthy meal) in one sitting and feel the same as before the meal. I'd still want to eat more. I would never feel full.
For the first 2-3 months after suddenly quiting ozempic, I was literally crying and praying every night that this fault mode would go away. Fortunately, looks like it slowly has gone away and now my appetite is back to normal.
Yet, I gained all the 23lbs I lost in 6 months, in 8 weeks after quitting. Plus I have gained 5 extra after those 8 weeks...
Now, if some of you think gaining the weight back so quickly is my fault and has nothing to do with Ozempic - I have dieted before and lost about the same amount of weight, but never ever got the weight back that fast. Last time I managed to lose this amount of weight and stupidly quit the diet, I gained the weight back in 3 years, not in 2 months.

I'm not sure if this needs a TW, it probably doesn't, but I will add one. I have chronic pain and I'm living off of food stamps. I keep seeing people saying that eating healthy in America is easy and that you have no excuse, even if you are poor. I feel like the people who say that are either 1.Not American and just don't realize how bad our food is. 2. Know how bad it is but they don't care, they're just bsing as an excuse to hate fat Americans. 3. Wealthy enough to not understand the correlation between being poor and eating unhealthy. Or 4. They're American, and they eat an unhealthy diet but they don't realize it. They think they're healthy, but they're not.
I really try to eat healthy but I feel like every grocery shopping trip is just another ordeal where I freak out because they raised the price of something healthy. When you're struggling to afford groceries and see that oatmeal has gotten more expensive, but then notice that the INSTANT oatmeal that is 99% sugar is much cheaper, you might make the unhealthy choice.
All the "fruit juice" is just sugar water with barely any nutritional value, but it's way cheaper than fruit. The whole wheat bread is more expensive than the sugary white bread.
I think people assume that every unhealthy person is just eating donuts and pizza everyday. Well, some are lol. That stereotype exists for a reason. But others are just making choices that are ALMOST healthy, except that all the inexpensive food is full of additives like salt, sugar, and corn syrup. Even our honey is mostly corn syrup. No wonder so many of the skinny people here are fasting constantly. It feels different to eat three meals a day without having too many calories.
Anyway if you're gonna tell me I'm wrong and that eating healthy is sooo easy, at least explain how. I actually want advice.

I'm posting this as a way to gather my thoughts on this subject and also to share my experience for anyone that is going through the same feelings and to get some outside perspectives.
This will be a rather long post, so please bear with me. I don't want to miss any details about this, because I'm afraid I'm completely wrong about the one thing that contextualizes my life and possibly pretending to act autistic and feeding into a delusion.

Some background on me: I'm 22 years old and for like 18-19 of those I didn't even know what Autism was, thought it was just a mean thing people said to each other, and for the rest of my years until 3 months ago, due to media, I thought it was just some genetic thing and had a negative idea of how people with Autism behaved and looked like, let's just leave it at that.
As a kid I was extremely quiet and shy, not really talking with anyone that wasn't family unless prodded a lot to do so, and even then I didn't really talk much. I got into a lot of problems because people thought I lacked good manners by not greeting people or something. I had friends I'd play with as a kid but to be honest I never understood how they became friends, one day we weren't, the next we were, it just happened, same thing still happens today. Outside of this I was basically that weird quiet kid in class that didn't really speak unless spoken to.
My family didn't have lot of money so I never went to kindergarten or anything like that. My family always commented on how they've never saw a kid so quiet and that I'll just "grow out of it", so I never went through any medical assessment or anything like that. I only had to do speech therapy when I was 6 because I had problems pronouncing words with "r" in it.

Anyway, this whole journey started with a neuropsychological evaluation I did by recommendation of my university therapist. My therapist did float around the idea of ASD, specifically Asperger's, once or twice but for some reason I never really researched the subject, even though I research basically anything she talks about, which she has noticed I do that. Anyways, I went through the evaluation and all that came up was problems in terms of executive functions, working memory and anxiety.
Towards the ending of receiving the report, my evaluator said if I had any questions or there was anything to correct, I could call them. I did that the next day saying I had extra things that might be useful in the evaluation and if we could do a Zoom call. I got the answer that they would call me later. So I waited, and waited, with no call or a reply from my evaluator. The next day I send a message asking when would be a good time to talk and I got left on Seen. This obviously pissed me off, I have no idea if I did anything wrong and if this was a case of the person saying "If you need anything you can call me" but there's some social cue I don't know about and you're not really supposed to take them up on it or something else.
Then some time at the beginning of February I got upset at the what happened at the end of the evaluation yet again and for some reason I ended up searching about ASD. After that I did basically every online test I could find, and I do know they are not the most accurate, and pretty much every single one put me over the threshold for autism, even if only slightly.

For a couple of years now I've researched multiple disorders(Social Anxiety, Depression, Selective Mutism) but while I did fit them somewhat on some symptoms, it never fit completely, so it didn't really click with me. ASD however was completely different, right from the start as I was learning about it, it clicked with me and just like that I was researching everything about it, looking at books, searching for posts online and finding videos from autistic people. Even now, I have had like 60 tabs open on my browser and a couple of books about ASD stuff that I still need to look at.

Now I'm going to list autistic symptoms, some of which I fit, some I don't, and some I fit but I feel not to the degree of other autistic people that I have read about. I don't know if that might be because of my lifestyle that maybe lets me cope better until my daily life gets more stressful, or if I'm imagining things. I suppose I'll be able to test this hypothesis once my college internship starts, which I'm absolutely dreading.

Social Struggles - I struggle socially but I feel like it's to the same degree of other autistic people. I am shy and introverted, at least I do get kinda tired when in prolonged social situations and need alone time afterwards. My struggles are anything social in general, initiating conversation, maintaining conversations with topics I don't care about, maintaining friendships. I'm not very expressive when it comes to my face, and I've been told before my voice is monotonous, so it's kind of hard to tell when I'm joking or not. I don't ever notice or mirror other people body language and I from what I noticed I don't really use body language either. I understand social cues and reading between the lines. I understand sarcasm, metaphors, irony and all that stuff. I have verbal problems, like some kind of stutter, a lot of people have told me I speak fast and ask me to repeat myself, and it's like it's tough to organize my thoughts when speaking. I have recently learned about Cluttering and I feel like it fits, but I need to research more about it before coming to any conclusion on that. I don't think I have social anxiety, I don't fear social interactions per se it's just that I feel like I don't know how to interact with other people and I can't be myself, so I suppose I "mask", which it seems I'm not good at, and it makes me even worse at social situations. Sadly I rely on having a friend with me when meeting new people with the whole cycle of small talk and that stuff, because if I'm alone I have no fucking idea how to navigate it.
Sensory Issues - I just straight up don't eat meat (land meat, like beef, although I am kind of weird with some seafood), by my parent's account, when I was very little I just refused to eat meat overnight, and I'd say it's due to texture and taste. If bread is not as soft as I like it, it gets very hard for me to eat it, having to chew for a couple of minutes just to eat a little bit. Basically if I really struggle to eat food if I don't like the texture. The smell of a fish me and my family had once for dinner was absolutely repulsive, almost making me vomit, but no one else seemed to be phased by it. A certain smell that I've never been able to identify, but I normally find it in vehicles, causes me headaches and nausea. I absolutely hate heat and summer, I tend to sweat kind of easily, for example, at night in the summer, I cannot wear anything else outside of my underwear, and even with just that I sweat a bit, compared to my brother who seems unfazed while wearing shorts and a tshirt. I struggle a bit to sleep during these nights because I can barely cover myself. I know about hyperhidrosis but from what I read about it, its not really related to heat or exercise. I dislike loud sounds but I feel like everyone does so yeah. Not sure what is up with this, but I can kind of hear my house's phone ring before it actually rings like 4 seconds later, I hear like a beep for 0.1 seconds that I've never really miss, even with headphones on. I noticed this recently during class, but I see the lights flicker constantly (kind of annoying but not unbearable) but no one ever commented on it, teachers or classmates, so I don't really know what to make of this.
Repetition and Sameness - I don't mind something altering my routine if the decision to change it came from me, otherwise I do get irritable and annoyed. I don't get overwhelmed or meltdown at changes in routine, I'm okay with changes to my routine if I'm aware of said change and don't mind it changing. I don't act it but if there is a scheduled lunch or dinner with relatives I don't know about, I get angry about this event that disrupted my day, even if I wasn't going to do anything that day. Whatever it is I do, going somewhere, writing this post, things to do the next day, literally anything, I plan it in some way. My plans might not work out correctly all the time unless it is very important, like an appointment, but I plan anyways.
Special Interests - I don't think I have special interests, at least in the same intensity commonly depicted in autistic people. I don't really experience the hyperfocus that I've heard about, If I'm into something I'm doing I might get really focused on it and time seems to fly by but I don't forget to eat or do other tasks. I do get irritable if I can't engage in what I enjoy in like a day or two until I'm allowed to do so. I've also heard that obsessing with Autism after learning about it is often a sign of Autism by itself. I don't really info dump to other people about topics I'm interested in even if I want to, because I don't want to be seen as a smartass and I've learned that people don't really like it. Don't really know if is normal or not, but my interests kind of change on a whim, for example, one moment I might be really into a game but then I see another game and my interest on the first game is completely gone, or I might suddently get really get into reading and don't want to do any other interests outside of that.
Stimming - I don't really know what counts as stimming exactly and if something you do consciously or not. I tend to listen to the same song or songs for days on end until I find something else and the cycle repeats. I crack my knuckles all the time. I bite and rip skin from my lips all the time too. I tend to rock my body and tap my feet, but only when listening to music. I also yawn a lot at any time, it doesn't mean I'm tired or anything, don't know if that counts. Outside of these I haven't noticed anything else that could be related.
Other possible traits - I don't think I ever had a meltdown but I did have plenty of shutdowns as kid, I don't really remember when or how they happened. I assume the reason I don't have them anymore is because I completely avoid whatever situations used to trigger them. My shutdowns consisted of completely freezing on the spot, not moving, talking or reacting to people around me. People used to say I had gone "Statue mode" and that I was sulky. These usually lasted quite a bit (around 10–25 minutes maybe? not sure) until I kind of just snapped out of it. I'd say I'm detail-oriented, but I don't really know if that is because of me as a person, or because of my academic path as a Software Engineer. I don't think I was ever bullied, there were some shitty kids now and then that picked on everyone, but I wouldn't say I was bullied. I don't have trouble with eye contact, but I have recently realized that I feel like I don't really look at people's eyes but instead look at their mouth or their eyebrows, not sure if that's a normal thing. According to my parents, I didn't have any developmental delays or early milestones. I am normally honest with people, but I lie if I do feel like it's necessary. I don't have any auditory processing issues, but I do have trouble following conversations in a room of people, but I think that's normal. I'm overwhelmed with multiple verbal instructions, especially if I have to remember extra info at the same time. I don't have echolalia. From what I've seen these are some antiquated ideas but I do have 2 hair whorls and I am left-handed.

My partner and I have lived with our two best friends for almost 6 years. The three of them have known each other since childhood. At first we all rented together, but then less than a year ago we bought a house and invited them to live with us. We have always been able to afford the house on our own, however, we did buy a bigger house than we probably would have alone to accommodate some of the roommates needs and we all agreed that they would live with us for 2-3 years. They get super cheat rent and each have their own in-home office (one of them runs a business from it) and we get help paying off the house.
Several weeks ago, one of the friends (Z) decided to break up with their partner (B). It's been akward and sad in the house, and I'm definitely feeling the loss of our little family. I've always known them together and we have a big friend group full of mutual friends and have had to cancel several events we typically host at the house.
I'm wondering if anyone has any experience with navigating this? They've been avoiding each other in the house. I've heard each of their sides and their stories don't line up. I get that true reality is somewhere in the middle and I love them both and don't want to take sides. To be honest, after hearing both sides it does sound like they are not compatible and sort of just helped each other stay stuck in a high-school maturity sexually, relationship-wise, and communication-wise. They're not being mean or nasty or causing drama or anything, but they are definitely staying on opposite ends of the house as much as possible and they are definitely each completely heartbroken/sad/lost/hurting.
While I love both B and Z and they are each one of my friends, Z is my absolute best friend and I love living with them and hanging out all the time, but B is my partners childhood best friend and feels like a sibling to me. My partner and I were leaning towards asking them both to leave and offering to help them each move and help however we can with timeline/finances (like a few weeks rent free or something). We were feeling like we don't want to be in the middle or take sides, and would very much like to be able to still hang out with each of them in our home without having to cater to them needing space from each other to move on. And this is our home and supposed to be a comfortable and safe space, not where we need to walk on eggshells and worry about whether we can invite people over or have a party or anything.
Without talking to my partner and I, Z basically told B to move out. B wanted them both to continue living here and just be cordial (B also did not talk to my partner and I about that plan which would have involved B taking over the guest bedroom (B and Z currently have 3 of our 5 bedrooms), however, Z said no and that B needed to go. Later we talked to B who basically said, 'I told Z what I wanted and Z said no, so we compromised and I'm leaving'. B said that they don't want to move out but will be fine and think that Z needs us and the house and won't be okay if asked to leave. The thing is though, Z has siblings and support to lean on. B has no family and also runs their business from their in-home office here. And Z was the one who decided to break up (after apparently being very unhappy for years and just burying it all deep down instead of dealing with it. B says they were happy this whole time). So logically, it would make more sense for B to stay.
On the other side, B has not been facing this breakup and has just locked themself away to drink and watch movies and eat fast food. They've gained weight and haven't been brushing their teeth. They don't seem to be doing the things they should to face this and grow from it and move on or taking real ownership for their part. It feels like they are are just in a self hatred pity hole. They are sad but I'm not sure if they are really processing their feelings or feeling anger or upset or anything. I know it hasn't been very long though, and I'm hoping this will change with time. Z has been eating healthy, going for walks, leaning on friends for support, and making themself feel and deal with their emotions, looking for a therapist and owning up to the ways they messed up (at least partially), though they are still crying all the time and obviously really hurting and sad and lost. They both still love and care for each other.
I guess my point is that maybe if Z is doing the healthy things and B says they're actually okay with moving out, should we let Z stay? I know this would need a conversation where we have to reevaluate the rent and room divisions and other details that Z has been completely clueless about. (You can't just kick someone out of a house that's not yours and not think that rent and other things will change). We would also need to discuss what it looks like when we want to have B over for a movie night or a party. Will Z just hide in their room? Be forced to go stay somewhere else that night? I do think space is the best thing for them and Z is the one who told B that they don't want to talk, don't want to be fought for, and just want complete space from them. (Even though they've been together over 8 years and built a life together, they're going to have to talk to get through this breakup).
I get that it wasn't malicious, but they wanted to live with us and committed to for 2-3 years. I can't help feeling some resentment that Z knew they were unhappy all this time (most of their relationship apparently) and instead of dealing with it, they buried it away until it all came to a head with some emotional cheating (there was emotional cheating from both sides throughout the relationship). While I really feel for them and the pain and hurt they've been through and I don't think they're a bad person and I admire that they're taking charge to find their happiness now (I have seen so much growth in them over the past several months and am really proud of them), they kind of made this mess, right? Like we're all over 30 years old and baggage/issues from parents and never learning to communicate or get help is only an excuse for so long. They made the choice to stay in a relationship they were unhappy in and not do anything about it and involved us in it. So part of me thinks they both need to leave. I also know that they're both going through a lot, but I feel resentment that they think this decision is totally up to them without any discussion with my partner and I.
Sorry for so much text. I know that it's probably silly to seek online advice from strangers who don't know the full situation and it's really up to my partner and I to figure out what we want/need. I am not looking for advice financially or anything, my partner and I made the choice to buy this house and live with them and we will be fine no matter what. I guess I'm just wondering if anyone has any experience with this type of situation? It's all still so fresh and raw and will settle down and heal with time. I know it will work out and we'll figure out the new dynamic. It's just that I haven't found a path forward that feels 'right' and I don't want to hurt anyone, including my partner and I. Should we let B and Z handle who moves out? Should we ask them both to leave? Any thoughts are appreciated.

So, I’ve seen a lot about how for hr associate you need a good resume and some type of leadership experience. I don’t have a good typed up resume just yet, I’ve had leadership experience but it wasn’t in a warehouse (fast food, 5s leader at a factory, and an independent contractor with house cleaning) I’m interested in doing HR, not sure what are the steps. I’m only a tier one and been at amazon for over a year and haven’t or don’t know how to move up from here. I’ve been considering becoming an LA if it means gaining leadership experience to be part of HR. Any suggestions? I’ve asked one of the AMs about what they’d think about me becoming an LA, and they think I’d be very great at it, and really gave me motivational words - ( I can see you becoming a leader here) So not sure what to do, I feel like I have patience & I truthfully feel like there’s no I in team & want to make a difference somehow.

History:
My wife and I got chickens about two years ago. We started with two chicks, Baba Yaga and Ursula. We got them from a small-town farm store. We got another pullet by herself from a farmer that raised Ayam Cemanis, Lilith, a few months later and everyone was still looking and doing well. We moved states about 6 months later and everyone was still fine. The house we moved to had a much larger coop and we were excited to get more chickens. We got three more, Hecate, O-ren, and Delores, from a person that has a chicken farm that may not have been up to standards. When we got them, we isolated them to make sure that they were healthy so that the first three girls wouldn't get sick. I think we may have not isolated them long enough because Baba Yaga got sick. She was having a hard time breathing and sounded like a coffee pot while doing it and we took her to the vet. She ended up getting some antibiotics and we kept her isolated until she was better. Which she did get better. I know the last four chickens were not vaccinated and I cannot remember if the first two girls were either. Fast forward to January of this year and Baba Yaga was getting sick again. This time it wasn't as severe, and we thought we would just watch her and see what happened. We were wrong. She started tripping while walking around, which was our first clue that something was going on again. We don’t know if this was related to the first time, she was sick or not. She passed away a few days later during the night. We think she came down some time in the night and wasn’t able to get back up into the coop in the cold. Fast forward to about month ago and Hecate started showing signs of being sick. This time she was sneezing, and we could hear her breathing hard. She looked like she was on the recovery until one morning we woke up and her comb was basically grey. She passed away with 30 mins of us seeing her in this state that morning. A few days ago, O-ren was having a hard time walking and ended up not walking at all. We wanted to be proactive this time, so we isolated her, gave her water with antibiotics with the right ratio and we put aspirin at 325mg x 5 for 1 gallon of water. We went to bed last night thinking she was okay and then we came out this morning and she was dead. There were no signs of anything getting into the coop ever during any of these events. We have also noticed a lot of rat/mouse feces in the garden shed were we keep the food in metal containers and are in the process of using traps to get rid of them. So far we have killed 2 and I know there are a few left.
Cleaning:
We clean out the coop on Sundays before the trash goes out. We make sure to put new pine shavings in the coop itself and in the area with the food and water that is opened and shut with an automatic door. We make sure to sanitize all the areas that we have touched without gloves in the process with a diluted bleach solution.
Questions:

Is it okay to vaccinate them again if they may have already gotten them?
Is there anything different we should do?
Is this just a series of bad luck?

Advice:
Any help or information is greatly appreciated. We just want to make sure we are doing the best we can, and it seems like something isn’t making sense to us or we haven’t read the correct material. I can also send pictures of the coop and birds if that may help. We have ordered some chicken dust because we have also noticed that they have mites at the moment. We love our birds so much and want to make sure that we are doing our best. We miss them deeply. Thank you.

Hey there and thanks for reading! I’m a 26 year old from the U.K. Looks wise, I’m 6’1, with a slim build, brown hair, blue eyes, nothing too unusual. Looking to get to know new people and make new friends, long term if we click! I currently work as a technician. I’m into the usual boring/lazy stuff: drinking, coffee, music, films, gaming etc. Would be cool if we shared similar hobbies however it’s not the end of the world, I’m a good listener so I’m always here to listen to your rants if you just need to get something off your chest. I’m also a cat person! Mexican food is the best kind of food! Followed by Italian. If you want to get to know me better (or see what I look like) just shoot me a message!
What I’m looking for: Someone who is capable of actually keeping a conversation going back and forth i.e not reminiscent of talking to a brick wall and someone who is capable of taking a joke. Fast replies are also a plus! Drinking buddies always welcome ;)

HERE are some pictures and videos taken by me or others over the course of the last year and a half. THIS is me this week at my current size (273 pounds) ahead of seeing my family this weekend.
My local university was conducting a medical study on the affects of different diets on weight gain. I signed up and was chosen and the potential money to be made was very appealing. The first two months of the study involved simply eating at a calorie surplus on a premade diet to see how it affected my body’s weight gain. After taking measurements after these initial two months, if my body’s measurements represented any kind of high percentile outlier, I would be selected to potentially continue for the entire 1.5 year study focused on a particular area of the body. Of all of the participants, my abdominal girth was at the highest percentile ratio of girth compared to weight/height, so they selected me to participate focusing on abdominal weight gain and to see how severe it could be.
They paid me about $3,000 a month and had all of my food paid for as I followed a specific premade diet plan that changed every 2 or 3 months to study the affects these specific diets had. Some were dairy heavy, carb heavy, specific types of meats only, mixing in alcohol consumption, specific supplements, etc. I’m incredibly busy in my life with work right now and having a free premade meal plan plus so much extra cash was too good to pass up. So I decided to continue for the entire 1.5 year study.
Fast forward to now, having finished the entire trial, I am starting to have some serious regrets. I’ve put on nearly 115 pounds since last January and I never expected the results to have me looking like this. Honestly, I think even the researchers themselves were really shocked by my result. My ratio of abdominal girth to height/weight is at the highest percentile of the study, their entire student body, and anyone who has participated in the study before. I gained most all of the weight in my torso, which they are severely attributing to genetics and simply the effectiveness of the tailored diets they had me following.
I obviously look ridiculous now. I haven’t even been able to keep up with buying a new professional wardrobe for work (as you can tell my the pictures and videos linked). I was gaining an average of 7 pounds a month, some months being just 3 pounds and some being an entire 15 pounds in a month. So many things are difficult… I break a sweat going up one flight of stairs, I can hardly put my shoes or socks on, fitting into restaurant booths is nearly impossible, getting in and out of my car or off the couch takes preparation. People stare at me in stores or on the street. I had a homeless guy ask me “Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Are you pregnant, dude?” once. My coworkers are polite but make comments here and there.
I haven’t seen my family since early in the study when the weight gain wasn’t very noticeable. I’m seeing them in this weekend for a reunion, and I cannot even imagine what they are going to say. I didn’t tell them I took part in this because I knew they wouldn’t approve, but now I wish I had because how am I going to prepare them or explain to them why I look like this now and how it happened so fast. They are all very fit and stay in good shape and even my siblings partners are all in good shape. I was always slim before this and they make comments if I ever even fluctuated a little bit in weight before. I’m worried to fit on the plane on the way there and having to travel. I’m so nervous to see them. And honestly would like any genuine opinions of whether or not I’m blowing this out of proportion or if they are genuinely going to be shocked. Maybe I can hide it better if I find the right clothing. What do you recommend I do? Tell them ahead of time? Be honest with how it happened? Just pretend everything is ok? Will they bring it up? Can I hide it somehow?
This is me going into work today, leaving midday to fly home. I probably will have to wear this or something similar. This is one of the biggest shirts I have, and it didn’t fit too poorly just a couple months ago. I did find a couple shirts that fit decently but I will be there for awhile and will have to opt to some of these. I feel ridiculous. Be honest - is this really as awful looking as I think it is? Like, if you were my brother or sister, what would you say?
TLDR: I’ve gained a ton of weight doing a medical study at a local university and my family has no idea I’ve participated nor that I look like this now. I’m seeing them this weekend and also going to a family reunion. How do you recommend I can best handle with the shock of looking like I do now? Should I tell them ahead of time and be honest, even if I think they will judge me for having taken part?

“Maybe you just didn’t get over Basil’s passing as much as you’d like to think you did.” Once my therapist said those words, I immediately regretted seeing him again. Basil was my cat. He passed away nearly a year ago from kidney failure. He was an old cat, and it hurt to lose him, but it wasn’t something unexpected; his health was noticeably declining for a while before I finally put him to rest.
I was at peace with Basil’s passing. Not that it didn’t hurt. It did, of course. He was a part of the family. It still hurts thinking about him. The same way that it hurts thinking about the people I’ve lost throughout my life. I doubt someone would tell me I’m still grieving over the passing of my grandpa who passed away eighteen years ago. Nor Helena, who was my best friend, who passed away seven years ago from IPF. I still think about her a lot. That doesn’t mean I’m still actively grieving.
Mentioning that I mistake random noises for Basil’s presence was a bad idea. I guess. That’s probably what made the doctor think I was still not over his passing. God forbid my mind misinterprets something a sound or a flash of light for my dead cat. I know he’s gone, and I no longer have his litter box or bowl, but sometimes my imagination acts out. On some days, when I’m completely drained, I can hear a sound that sounds remarkably similar to what he sounded like when he was digging in his litter or when he ate. I even have moments when I catch a false visual cue of his form jumping or walking about. It’s just common sense, I think. My brain conjures up images and sounds that had been a constant in my life for over a decade, to very similar stimuli.
Even more so when I’m drained and right now, that’s pretty much all I am. Burnt out even.
That said, having to deal with Basil’s ghost would’ve been far more pleasant than that thing. Even if he came back to haunt me because of some arcane antihumanitarian diabolical cat magic pact.
Speaking of that thing, I don’t know what the fuck it was. I don’t want to know what it was, but it looked like a cat. A gigantic cat. A gargantuan house cat of sorts and I’m not talking a thirty-pound Maine Coon big, I’m talking lion-sized big. Though, it wasn’t a lion… It was a cat… At least that’s what it looked like. In certain moments.
This whole thing is hazy, just like Basil’s imaginary phantom. I was having a hard time falling asleep, as often happens with people dealing with insomnia. Nothing seemed to help me get a good night’s sleep. Nothing short of pills, which I refuse to take because it seems like they’re letting you sleep without letting you properly rest. I might be wrong, but that’s beside the point.
Anyway, thinking about not thinking, or thinking about nothing, isn’t an option. Counting sheep and whatnot doesn’t work either. These things make me think and therefore keep me alert enough to not fall asleep. Same with breathing exercises. My mind has a hard time shutting off, but it eventually grows tired of running around and lets me rest, insufficiently most days, but that’s something too.
That night, I couldn’t fall asleep, and I was getting frustrated with my restlessness. Instead of tossing and turning in bed, I got out of bed and dragged my aching joints for a walk around the city.
No later than ten minutes into my stroll, I began hearing this beautiful melody in the distance. Something inside told me to follow the melody, and so I did. Before long, all I could think about was finding the source of this wonderful song echoing ever louder in my ears. I was so enamored by this song that I didn’t even notice where I had gone.
This magnificent song completely enchanted me. An ethereal keening performed with an angelic voice filled with a sorrowful, droning hum and pained delivery. So much so that I ended up dumbfounded on the other edge of the city when the stench of decaying trash finally returned me to my senses. I was standing at the edge of the landfill, not sure how I got there, but it was eerily quiet. The hauntingly terrific melody was gone.
Not that I had the time to be dumbfounded. As soon as I realized what happened, a shadow flew over my head and my body moved on instinct, flinching at the sight of the oncoming object. A dark mass landed not too far from me as the unfortunate circumstances of my military experience came into effect once again.
The mass shifted quickly, revealing a pair of jaws filled with serrated teeth.
My brain shifted gears and forced my legs to run without direction. I just had to get as far away as I could from that thing. As I ran, it hissed like a threatened cobra. I could hear its weight pressing against the ground behind me. It was a heavy thing. I just ran, trying my best to ignore the panicking internal dialogue raging inside my head.
After a couple of minutes, the noise behind me faded out, and I slowed down, now walking with intent, trying to make sense of what had happened to me as I made my way home. I walked for a few more minutes in the dark streets until I heard the single most terrifyingly uncanny sound.
A sudden and unexpected meow that just echoed straight into my ears out of nowhere. In that moment, this simple meow sent chills down my spine, forcing me to stop and turn. I couldn’t see much in the dark. The street lamps in this part of town are old and far too few to provide any kind of sufficient illumination.
A second meow glided across the nothingness as I saw a sliver of a shadow darker than the darkness itself slithering its way through the street. My body moved on its own. Forcing me to run again.
The meowing followed, occasionally growing deeper, too deep. With each successive call, I ran faster. As I ran, I looked back every now and again to see if I had lost whatever the hell was following me. Each time, I heard yet another uncanny meow.
By the time I had gotten to a properly illuminated neighborhood, I could see the shadow snaking around behind me from time to time. The meowing had gotten more erratic, more desperate, more sinister even. At one point resembling the sound of a man badly mimicking the sounds of a cat. These strange vocalizations made me feel even worse, and I was slowing down as my body was finally succumbing to exhaustion.
My lungs were on fire and my heart bouncing into my throat, my body was begging me to slow down and once the meowing had gone silent; I figured I could stop for a moment. By this point, I wasn’t too far from my home too. Shouldn’t have done that. Immediately, I saw two orbs floating in the darkness before the craziest puma growl ever exploded right in front of me, freezing me in place.
The beast pounced on me. I could see its mass flying straight at me and I don’t know what happened, but I just stumbled over my feet, thinking I’m just going to die. By sheer dumb luck, the beast overshot me and I heard it slamming onto the ground with a loud thud. It hissed at me and, fueled by a new wave of adrenaline; I just bolted out of there. As fast as my body would allow me to run. I sprinted full force, completely ignoring the fact my shins and knees screaming in pain and my lungs drowning in fire. I couldn’t stop as long as that thing was right behind me. It was making these really breathy noises, almost as if it was laughing at me.
I had a one-track mind at that moment, lose the damn thing at all costs. No matter how far I pushed, though, the thing seemed hell-bent on getting to me. I could almost feel its rancid hot breath across the back of my throat at points.
I was lucky there weren’t many late-night drivers around that night because I would’ve probably ended up dead, running across the road as I did. Never stopping to check whether there was any oncoming traffic. Fear is a powerful motivator sometimes and at that moment there was nothing I was more afraid of than the ghastly predator hot on my trail.
I didn’t know how much longer I could run at that pace. The morbid realization that this beast refused to conform to the laws of nature was absolutely terrifying. On the one hand, the fear provided me with additional fuel, and on the other, I was growing exhausted by the second. And that thing just ran at a high speed for longer than any goddamned cat should be able to.
The only reason I could even keep the distance between us was because I kept zigzagging and crisscrossing between buildings and roads as I ran.
Finally, as I began feeling that this was the end, a tidal wave of light behind me forced to beast to come to a halt. The deafening sound of a car horn blaring forced me to stop and turn. At that moment I saw the beast that was trying to hunt me. The flood of light completely demystified the creature, leaving it naked before my eyes.
It was a massive gray cat; far bigger than any cat I’d ever seen before, covered in a striped gray and brown fur. It contorted its face in rage as it hissed, baring its teeth at the approaching vehicle. The sound the beast made jolted me once last time before it turned around and ran off into the darkness. Blending perfectly into the shadows as the car sped away between us.
I didn’t sleep that night, nor the one after it… I don’t sleep much lately, in fact. I have a hard time around cats now, and it seems like they’re everywhere nowadays. Maybe I’m just losing my mind. It might just be the lack of sleep finally getting to. Still, I just can’t shake the feeling of being stalked by a horde of cats. Every time I hear a cat outside, I’m reminded of that awful scowl. They just keep meowing and hissing all the God damned time. It’s like they’re following me. I can’t help but feel like they’re waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear, there weren’t that many cats around here before.
What’s worse is that every one of those cats looks at me. My entire body seizes up because all I can see is the terrible scowl and blood-red eyes. Evil eyes serving as a gateway from which the void is gazing with a palpable lust for blood.
Lately, even the phantom flashes of Basil I get seem more ghastly and, at the same time, more tangible. There’s an air of cold malevolence to them. These lapses in perception are no longer a bittersweet reminder of a beautiful past, but a sign of a predatory presence toying with its food.
It scares me to say this, but I’m having a hard time telling what is imaginary and what’s not.

for example: i was in residential treatment and i was still refusing but they would make us sit with our food or shakes. i didn’t even want what they were giving me but if it came out incorrect, i would get so angry and sad. i didn’t like the shakes and i told my RD and she took them off my meal plans. fast forward to the adjustment being made and telling the kitchen, i would still get shakes but lose my shit even tho i wouldn’t have eaten what they were going to give me anyways. maybe it’s a control thing?? it still really upsets me and idk why
edit: Does anyone else get upset when their food ISNT right? lmao my bad guys

HERE are some pictures and videos taken by me or others over the course of the last year and a half. THIS is me this week at my current size (273 pounds) ahead of seeing my family this weekend.
My local university was conducting a medical study on the affects of different diets on weight gain. I signed up and was chosen and the potential money to be made was very appealing. The first two months of the study involved simply eating at a calorie surplus on a premade diet to see how it affected my body’s weight gain. After taking measurements after these initial two months, if my body’s measurements represented any kind of high percentile outlier, I would be selected to potentially continue for the entire 1.5 year study focused on a particular area of the body. Of all of the participants, my abdominal girth was at the highest percentile ratio of girth compared to weight/height, so they selected me to participate focusing on abdominal weight gain and to see how severe it could be.
They paid me about $3,000 a month and had all of my food paid for as I followed a specific premade diet plan that changed every 2 or 3 months to study the affects these specific diets had. Some were dairy heavy, carb heavy, specific types of meats only, mixing in alcohol consumption, specific supplements, etc. I’m incredibly busy in my life with work right now and having a free premade meal plan plus so much extra cash was too good to pass up. So I decided to continue for the entire 1.5 year study.
Fast forward to now, having finished the entire trial, I am starting to have some serious regrets. I’ve put on nearly 115 pounds since last January and I never expected the results to have me looking like this. Honestly, I think even the researchers themselves were really shocked by my result. My ratio of abdominal girth to height/weight is at the highest percentile of the study, their entire student body, and anyone who has participated in the study before. I gained most all of the weight in my torso, which they are severely attributing to genetics and simply the effectiveness of the tailored diets they had me following.
I obviously look ridiculous now. I haven’t even been able to keep up with buying a new professional wardrobe for work (as you can tell my the pictures and videos linked). I was gaining an average of 7 pounds a month, some months being just 3 pounds and some being an entire 15 pounds in a month. So many things are difficult… I break a sweat going up one flight of stairs, I can hardly put my shoes or socks on, fitting into restaurant booths is nearly impossible, getting in and out of my car or off the couch takes preparation. People stare at me in stores or on the street. I had a homeless guy ask me “Jesus Christ, what the fuck? Are you pregnant, dude?” once. My coworkers are polite but make comments here and there.
I haven’t seen my family since early in the study when the weight gain wasn’t very noticeable. I’m seeing them in this weekend for a reunion, and I cannot even imagine what they are going to say. I didn’t tell them I took part in this because I knew they wouldn’t approve, but now I wish I had because how am I going to prepare them or explain to them why I look like this now and how it happened so fast. They are all very fit and stay in good shape and even my siblings partners are all in good shape. I was always slim before this and they make comments if I ever even fluctuated a little bit in weight before. I’m worried to fit on the plane on the way there and having to travel. I’m so nervous to see them. And honestly would like any genuine opinions of whether or not I’m blowing this out of proportion or if they are genuinely going to be shocked. Maybe I can hide it better if I find the right clothing. What do you recommend I do? Tell them ahead of time? Be honest with how it happened? Just pretend everything is ok? Will they bring it up? Can I hide it somehow?
This is me going into work today, leaving midday to fly home. I probably will have to wear this or something similar. This is one of the biggest shirts I have, and it didn’t fit too poorly just a couple months ago. I did find a couple shirts that fit decently but I will be there for awhile and will have to opt to some of these. I feel ridiculous. Be honest - is this really as awful looking as I think it is? Like, if you were my brother or sister, what would you say?
TLDR: I’ve gained a ton of weight doing a medical study at a local university and my family has no idea I’ve participated nor that I look like this now. I’m seeing them this weekend and also going to a family reunion. How do you recommend I can best handle with the shock of looking like I do now? Should I tell them ahead of time and be honest, even if I think they will judge me for having taken part?

“Maybe you just didn’t get over Basil’s passing as much as you’d like to think you did.” Once my therapist said those words, I immediately regretted seeing him again. Basil was my cat. He passed away nearly a year ago from kidney failure. He was an old cat, and it hurt to lose him, but it wasn’t something unexpected; his health was noticeably declining for a while before I finally put him to rest.
I was at peace with Basil’s passing. Not that it didn’t hurt. It did, of course. He was a part of the family. It still hurts thinking about him. The same way that it hurts thinking about the people I’ve lost throughout my life. I doubt someone would tell me I’m still grieving over the passing of my grandpa who passed away eighteen years ago. Nor Helena, who was my best friend, who passed away seven years ago from IPF. I still think about her a lot. That doesn’t mean I’m still actively grieving.
Mentioning that I mistake random noises for Basil’s presence was a bad idea. I guess. That’s probably what made the doctor think I was still not over his passing. God forbid my mind misinterprets something a sound or a flash of light for my dead cat. I know he’s gone, and I no longer have his litter box or bowl, but sometimes my imagination acts out. On some days, when I’m completely drained, I can hear a sound that sounds remarkably similar to what he sounded like when he was digging in his litter or when he ate. I even have moments when I catch a false visual cue of his form jumping or walking about. It’s just common sense, I think. My brain conjures up images and sounds that had been a constant in my life for over a decade, to very similar stimuli.
Even more so when I’m drained and right now, that’s pretty much all I am. Burnt out even.
That said, having to deal with Basil’s ghost would’ve been far more pleasant than that thing. Even if he came back to haunt me because of some arcane antihumanitarian diabolical cat magic pact.
Speaking of that thing, I don’t know what the fuck it was. I don’t want to know what it was, but it looked like a cat. A gigantic cat. A gargantuan house cat of sorts and I’m not talking a thirty-pound Maine Coon big, I’m talking lion-sized big. Though, it wasn’t a lion… It was a cat… At least that’s what it looked like. In certain moments.
This whole thing is hazy, just like Basil’s imaginary phantom. I was having a hard time falling asleep, as often happens with people dealing with insomnia. Nothing seemed to help me get a good night’s sleep. Nothing short of pills, which I refuse to take because it seems like they’re letting you sleep without letting you properly rest. I might be wrong, but that’s beside the point.
Anyway, thinking about not thinking, or thinking about nothing, isn’t an option. Counting sheep and whatnot doesn’t work either. These things make me think and therefore keep me alert enough to not fall asleep. Same with breathing exercises. My mind has a hard time shutting off, but it eventually grows tired of running around and lets me rest, insufficiently most days, but that’s something too.
That night, I couldn’t fall asleep, and I was getting frustrated with my restlessness. Instead of tossing and turning in bed, I got out of bed and dragged my aching joints for a walk around the city.
No later than ten minutes into my stroll, I began hearing this beautiful melody in the distance. Something inside told me to follow the melody, and so I did. Before long, all I could think about was finding the source of this wonderful song echoing ever louder in my ears. I was so enamored by this song that I didn’t even notice where I had gone.
This magnificent song completely enchanted me. An ethereal keening performed with an angelic voice filled with a sorrowful, droning hum and pained delivery. So much so that I ended up dumbfounded on the other edge of the city when the stench of decaying trash finally returned me to my senses. I was standing at the edge of the landfill, not sure how I got there, but it was eerily quiet. The hauntingly terrific melody was gone.
Not that I had the time to be dumbfounded. As soon as I realized what happened, a shadow flew over my head and my body moved on instinct, flinching at the sight of the oncoming object. A dark mass landed not too far from me as the unfortunate circumstances of my military experience came into effect once again.
The mass shifted quickly, revealing a pair of jaws filled with serrated teeth.
My brain shifted gears and forced my legs to run without direction. I just had to get as far away as I could from that thing. As I ran, it hissed like a threatened cobra. I could hear its weight pressing against the ground behind me. It was a heavy thing. I just ran, trying my best to ignore the panicking internal dialogue raging inside my head.
After a couple of minutes, the noise behind me faded out, and I slowed down, now walking with intent, trying to make sense of what had happened to me as I made my way home. I walked for a few more minutes in the dark streets until I heard the single most terrifyingly uncanny sound.
A sudden and unexpected meow that just echoed straight into my ears out of nowhere. In that moment, this simple meow sent chills down my spine, forcing me to stop and turn. I couldn’t see much in the dark. The street lamps in this part of town are old and far too few to provide any kind of sufficient illumination.
A second meow glided across the nothingness as I saw a sliver of a shadow darker than the darkness itself slithering its way through the street. My body moved on its own. Forcing me to run again.
The meowing followed, occasionally growing deeper, too deep. With each successive call, I ran faster. As I ran, I looked back every now and again to see if I had lost whatever the hell was following me. Each time, I heard yet another uncanny meow.
By the time I had gotten to a properly illuminated neighborhood, I could see the shadow snaking around behind me from time to time. The meowing had gotten more erratic, more desperate, more sinister even. At one point resembling the sound of a man badly mimicking the sounds of a cat. These strange vocalizations made me feel even worse, and I was slowing down as my body was finally succumbing to exhaustion.
My lungs were on fire and my heart bouncing into my throat, my body was begging me to slow down and once the meowing had gone silent; I figured I could stop for a moment. By this point, I wasn’t too far from my home too. Shouldn’t have done that. Immediately, I saw two orbs floating in the darkness before the craziest puma growl ever exploded right in front of me, freezing me in place.
The beast pounced on me. I could see its mass flying straight at me and I don’t know what happened, but I just stumbled over my feet, thinking I’m just going to die. By sheer dumb luck, the beast overshot me and I heard it slamming onto the ground with a loud thud. It hissed at me and, fueled by a new wave of adrenaline; I just bolted out of there. As fast as my body would allow me to run. I sprinted full force, completely ignoring the fact my shins and knees screaming in pain and my lungs drowning in fire. I couldn’t stop as long as that thing was right behind me. It was making these really breathy noises, almost as if it was laughing at me.
I had a one-track mind at that moment, lose the damn thing at all costs. No matter how far I pushed, though, the thing seemed hell-bent on getting to me. I could almost feel its rancid hot breath across the back of my throat at points.
I was lucky there weren’t many late-night drivers around that night because I would’ve probably ended up dead, running across the road as I did. Never stopping to check whether there was any oncoming traffic. Fear is a powerful motivator sometimes and at that moment there was nothing I was more afraid of than the ghastly predator hot on my trail.
I didn’t know how much longer I could run at that pace. The morbid realization that this beast refused to conform to the laws of nature was absolutely terrifying. On the one hand, the fear provided me with additional fuel, and on the other, I was growing exhausted by the second. And that thing just ran at a high speed for longer than any goddamned cat should be able to.
The only reason I could even keep the distance between us was because I kept zigzagging and crisscrossing between buildings and roads as I ran.
Finally, as I began feeling that this was the end, a tidal wave of light behind me forced to beast to come to a halt. The deafening sound of a car horn blaring forced me to stop and turn. At that moment I saw the beast that was trying to hunt me. The flood of light completely demystified the creature, leaving it naked before my eyes.
It was a massive gray cat; far bigger than any cat I’d ever seen before, covered in a striped gray and brown fur. It contorted its face in rage as it hissed, baring its teeth at the approaching vehicle. The sound the beast made jolted me once last time before it turned around and ran off into the darkness. Blending perfectly into the shadows as the car sped away between us.
I didn’t sleep that night, nor the one after it… I don’t sleep much lately, in fact. I have a hard time around cats now, and it seems like they’re everywhere nowadays. Maybe I’m just losing my mind. It might just be the lack of sleep finally getting to. Still, I just can’t shake the feeling of being stalked by a horde of cats. Every time I hear a cat outside, I’m reminded of that awful scowl. They just keep meowing and hissing all the God damned time. It’s like they’re following me. I can’t help but feel like they’re waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear, there weren’t that many cats around here before.
What’s worse is that every one of those cats looks at me. My entire body seizes up because all I can see is the terrible scowl and blood-red eyes. Evil eyes serving as a gateway from which the void is gazing with a palpable lust for blood.
Lately, even the phantom flashes of Basil I get seem more ghastly and, at the same time, more tangible. There’s an air of cold malevolence to them. These lapses in perception are no longer a bittersweet reminder of a beautiful past, but a sign of a predatory presence toying with its food.
It scares me to say this, but I’m having a hard time telling what is imaginary and what’s not.