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  1. Cool. I don't drink much beer anymore.occasionally it sounds good. I like to fish and watch NASCAR. I have a medical reason but still like the security they provide. I am a kinda a people person. I am single straight. But I would like to find the right person eventually. It would be cool to have a northwest chapter of ABDL. Not into the baby stuff but its different strokes for different folks. And i am definitely a DL even before it became medical.

  2. I think kbear 9871 might be on to something. Read the post in this segment and let me know what you think. I am into it for friendship but I'm not ruling out something else later. It is lonely and sometimes it would be nice to talk and meet others that relate

  3. Friday was a day of training at work and so we were out of the kitchen and in the executive board room for a day of food trending, healthier products (!!) and some other industry related things. We were also out of uniforms for the day, too, which was a nice break. Any of us rarely see each other in anything but the chef pants and chef coats. I was apprehensive about the day because I know that the only time I leak is when I am sitting and this was going to be a day of sitting pretty much the whole time. Getting ready in the morning, I double-diapered as I have been doing and wore my shirt untucked which I knew would give enough coverage in case there was a leak. I hate to wear shirts untucked because it makes me look so much bigger than I am. The shirts are full cut with those pleats in the back for extra room and even though I have them shortened to be more appropriate for my height, it's just this mass of fabric when not tucked into my pants.

    Of course, by the lunch break, I had leaked through in the back. I was smart enough to pull up the shirt so I was not sitting on it which meant it was dry. I checked the damage in the bathroom mirror and the whole seat of my pants was wet but the shirt did give enough coverage. My first thought was "I have to find a new dry cleaner" because these were the same dress pants that I had cleaned last week from the accident at the barbecue party.

    This really was the last straw. I simply cannot live the next 50 or so years like this, worrying about diaper malfunctions and wet pants. Wearing diapers is a choice for many and I can accept and appreciate that. But this is not a choice I want to make for myself. I was able to accept being fat and managing with the limitations, in various ways, the obesity brings. But I am simply not able to accept or deal with these diapering issues whatsoever. I am leaking or ripping or something is happening all the time now. The bed is routinely wet since I can only sleep on my side which makes for leaks from the leg openings. We have a plastic mattress cover but washing the sheets every morning is ridiculous. I've ordered plastic diaper covers but they are a custom make (as you can imagine, covers in my size are not a part of a ready inventory) and haven't arrived yet. I've got the start of a diaper rash... I am just done with this.

    Yesterday, after the training and even though my pants were wet in the back - I just did not care - I stopped at Sears and bought a set of free weights. I talked to the salesman about treadmills, too, but I am way past the weight limit for the ones they had in stock. It was fine. I will start with the weights. My plan is a minimum of 30 minutes of exercise everyday now before work. I will walk and then work through the weight circuits. It's not going to have immediate maximum impact but it is a start and is more than I have been doing. I've also ordered a punching bag, too, which I can hang on the patio and that will give some good upper body work out, too.

    As for the food, I'm going to start eating a proper breakfast (which I haven't done in 3 years probably), pack and take a proper lunch to work (which I have never done) and dinners stay the same because they have never been a problem and I really don't eat much at home and there is never ever junk food or soda around. I have a few ideas on how to change my work routine. I am not going to involve my co-workers in this as 'food police' or anything else as this is not their worry or concern and this is something I must handle on my own or it won't work. I think what's going to motivate me a lot to 'spit out' and 'no automatic eating' is the diaper issue. I simply cannot deal with these diapers any longer. It's a million times worse than the fat. If the Magic Fairy flew in and offered me the change to immediately remove one of these things - zapping off the 300+ pounds or unpinching the nerves or whatever that has created the incontinence - I would happily stay round and jiggly and fat with my enormous belly and my enormous ass and my enormous thighs and my size 18 feet if I could get rid of these damned diapers.

    I believe this is the start of the change. I went for a fitting for my new suit this morning and so there was no way to hide the diapers from the tailor when we were in the fitting room together. He was not horrified or shocked even though I was dying from embarrassment. He then said something like he could line the pants from the waist to the mid-thigh with a waterproof fabric that he has worked with before. Apparently, it's some kind of breathable PVC stuff but is waterproof. I told him YES! And I would be bringing in jeans, my other pants and sweats as well.

    My wife put my diaper on. My son put my socks on. Our new baby will be here in a few months. I will do everything I can now to make sure there will be only one of us in diapers. And not me.

    Thanks for the 'tough love.'

    Frank

  4. Friday was a day of training at work and so we were out of the kitchen and in the executive board room for a day of food trending, healthier products (!!) and some other industry related things. We were also out of uniforms for the day, too, which was a nice break. Any of us rarely see each other in anything but the chef pants and chef coats. I was apprehensive about the day because I know that the only time I leak is when I am sitting and this was going to be a day of sitting pretty much the whole time. Getting ready in the morning, I double-diapered as I have been doing and wore my shirt untucked which I knew would give enough coverage in case there was a leak. I hate to wear shirts untucked because it makes me look so much bigger than I am. The shirts are full cut with those pleats in the back for extra room and even though I have them shortened to be more appropriate for my height, it's just this mass of fabric when not tucked into my pants.

    Of course, by the lunch break, I had leaked through in the back. I was smart enough to pull up the shirt so I was not sitting on it which meant it was dry. I checked the damage in the bathroom mirror and the whole seat of my pants was wet but the shirt did give enough coverage. My first thought was "I have to find a new dry cleaner" because these were the same dress pants that I had cleaned last week from the accident at the barbecue party.

    This really was the last straw. I simply cannot live the next 50 or so years like this, worrying about diaper malfunctions and wet pants. Wearing diapers is a choice for many and I can accept and appreciate that. But this is not a choice I want to make for myself. I was able to accept being fat and managing with the limitations, in various ways, the obesity brings. But I am simply not able to accept or deal with these diapering issues whatsoever. I am leaking or ripping or something is happening all the time now. The bed is routinely wet since I can only sleep on my side which makes for leaks from the leg openings. We have a plastic mattress cover but washing the sheets every morning is ridiculous. I've ordered plastic diaper covers but they are a custom make (as you can imagine, covers in my size are not a part of a ready inventory) and haven't arrived yet. I've got the start of a diaper rash... I am just done with this.

    Yesterday, after the training and even though my pants were wet in the back - I just did not care - I stopped at Sears and bought a set of free weights. I talked to the salesman about treadmills, too, but I am way past the weight limit for the ones they had in stock. It was fine. I will start with the weights. My plan is a minimum of 30 minutes of exercise everyday now before work. I will walk and then work through the weight circuits. It's not going to have immediate maximum impact but it is a start and is more than I have been doing. I've also ordered a punching bag, too, which I can hang on the patio and that will give some good upper body work out, too.

    As for the food, I'm going to start eating a proper breakfast (which I haven't done in 3 years probably), pack and take a proper lunch to work (which I have never done) and dinners stay the same because they have never been a problem and I really don't eat much at home and there is never ever junk food or soda around. I have a few ideas on how to change my work routine. I am not going to involve my co-workers in this as 'food police' or anything else as this is not their worry or concern and this is something I must handle on my own or it won't work. I think what's going to motivate me a lot to 'spit out' and 'no automatic eating' is the diaper issue. I simply cannot deal with these diapers any longer. It's a million times worse than the fat. If the Magic Fairy flew in and offered me the change to immediately remove one of these things - zapping off the 300+ pounds or unpinching the nerves or whatever that has created the incontinence - I would happily stay round and jiggly and fat with my enormous belly and my enormous ass and my enormous thighs and my size 18 feet if I could get rid of these damned diapers.

    I believe this is the start of the change. I went for a fitting for my new suit this morning and so there was no way to hide the diapers from the tailor when we were in the fitting room together. He was not horrified or shocked even though I was dying from embarrassment. He then said something like he could line the pants from the waist to the mid-thigh with a waterproof fabric that he has worked with before. Apparently, it's some kind of breathable PVC stuff but is waterproof. I told him YES! And I would be bringing in jeans, my other pants and sweats as well.

    My wife put my diaper on. My son put my socks on. Our new baby will be here in a few months. I will do everything I can now to make sure there will be only one of us in diapers. And not me.

    Thanks for the 'tough love.'

    Frank

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