Weightgain นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mom sighed, “I know.” I looked at mom’s medication list and noticed the doctor put her on Prednisone. I cringed, “After you get better, we are going to have to double up on training.” Mom asked, “Why?” I replied, “One of your anti-rejection drugs is Prednisone. It’s a steroid and will cause weight gain if you aren’t active. We need to make sure you burn enough calories each day.” Mom smiled really big. She knows that I know how much she loves to train, and she knows that I love being her training partner. She threw her head back, put the back of her hand on her forehead as she sighed, “Oh, poor me.” I laughed, “You’re nuts. You know that. Right?” She laughed, “You’re right there with me, lad

“The first few months can be a little rough, I wouldn’t worry, but of course, my lady, inform me whenever you’re feeling something out of ordinary. A mother’s instincts are usually correct. May you step here?” She pointed to the weighing scale and wrote more information in the file she carried in her hand. When I eyed my weight, a slight frown pulled on my lips. The last time I checked, I was around 125, but now I’m 106 pounds. “You’re a little lighter, but that’s no issue considering you cannot eat properly. We just need to check your weight frequently in the following week to make sure you gain more healthy pounds.” She smiled encouragingly at me before mentioning for me to lie down as she

Suddenly her stomach swelled for some inexplicable reason. "Ooh, moon goddess. What's happening to me?" she muttered. She just sighed and decided to take a bath. She went under the shower and turned it on, letting the cold water stormed down all over her body. Maia's mind was still in deep thoughts. She was still figuring out why did she gained weight in just a couple of weeks. Her brain recalled everything that happened on her passed few days to help her remember why. But in the end, she still doesn't have answers.

I stepped on it. The number on the scale stopped at a figure that made me freeze. I had gained seven kilograms. Even though for the past two months I had been dieting desperately, my weight had gone up. I got off the scale and stood in front of the cracked mirror on the wall. My stomach was rounded. I was used to my fat stomach, soft, sagging, disproportionate. But now? My stomach looked different. Rounder and firmer. I touched it. Hard. I frowned. I pressed a little. Still hard. I pressed again. Same.

I responded with a smile. "Of course, of course." Dad laughed. "Are you eating well? Have you lost weight?" He questioned. I laughed loudly. "Dad, you are behaving like, mom. I haven’t lost weight, rather I gained 3 kg. I was thinking of starting to work out soon." "Oh. That's good idea."

On the way home, I felt my breathing growing more rapid. My whole body swelled like rising dough, and I felt like my fat cells were multiplying, crowding my organs and filling my limbs. I had entered the same period of rapid weight gain as in my previous life. Unless I found a solution, the disease would destroy my body, and I would die in agony. When I got home, Mom looked deeply disappointed, her eyes wet with tears.

I was back at the agency part-time, Thomas was managing the growing business, and Maya was thriving with her new routine. "She's gained two pounds," Dr. James announced during Maya's follow-up appointment. "That's good?" "That's excellent. CF patients often struggle with weight gain, especially after respiratory infections. Maya's doing beautifully." "She's been eating everything in sight," Thomas said. "And walking everywhere," I added. "She refuses to be carried anymore." "Walk!" Maya said from her perch on the examination table. "Walk fast!" "I bet you walk fast," Dr. James said. "Are you ready to show me how you walk?"

“Could eat out for once instead of getting takeout” “Okay”. I smiled. He didn’t move his hand which told me he had something else to say. “Can I say something, and you not get mad about it?”. What could he say that would make me mad? I placed my hand on top of his before looking at him. I nodded. “What if the reason you’re gaining weight is because you are in fact pregnant and not just the weight gain. What about your eating habits?”. “So, because I’ve gained a little weight and I’m eating more it has to be because I’m pregnant?”.

The holiday passed quickly, and spending the New Year with a warm, loving family truly felt like a blessing. Without having to deal with petty people who thrived on stirring trouble, the whole world seemed brighter. Over the break, Autumn ate, slept, then ate again, putting on quite a bit of weight. She went from just over ninety pounds to one hundred and ten. Gaining more than ten pounds made her face look noticeably rounder, a little fuller, her complexion healthier, and her overall energy much better.

I follow her to the scale where she weighs me. “One hundred and sixty-five pounds. How tall are you?” “Five foot three,” I tell her. “She nods and writes that down. I seemed to have already gained some weight. I didn’t think I would for another month or so. I mean five pounds doesn’t seem like a lot to most people but for him it’s a ton. I have always struggled with my weight. So, five pounds is easy to gain and hard to lose.