I Love Being A Lazy Fat Slob

I did it.

I agreed to go full slob for one month. This is the first time in a month I’ve been allowed out of the basement for some serious aftercare.

I feel weird being back. Like I forgot how to function. It’s scary how easy it was to be the slob. To just let go and bask and wallow and eat, eat, eat. It’s like I wasn’t a person anymore. I was just filth and and food and lust.

The first thing I did when they brought me to their bathroom to clean me off today was cry. They are being very gentle and loving with me right now and I can’t even process it. I want to go back. If they asked me to go full-time slob now I’d say yes. This last month was... transformative.

AMA.