Monday, November 25, 2002

It was nice being home again.

Just been missing Ian. I remember when I first moved here I was worried that I wouldn’t miss him. Well, that’s solved. I guess our love is that everlasting eternal stuff you hear about in Disney movies.

I also missed spending time with Amanda. I love her so much, and miss seeing her whenever I want. It’s a lesson: never take anything, or anyone, for granted. She’s growing up so fast. She’s a bright kid, knows how to have fun.

Jeri’s doing really well too. She’s doing a fantastic job of rebuilding her life. Everything came crashing down on her, and now… you’d never know it. I’m lucky to have a friend like her, because I know she’ll be there when I need her! She looks amasing. She’s just a little chubby now, you would never call her ‘fat’. She’s got great curves, nice skin, everything. She’s 166 pounds and I don’t think she should lose another ounce. Of course, she still aims for her Pre-Amanda weight, but her breasts are going to keep her a few pounds over that, no matter what she does.

It was nice spending time with Ian. He appreciates my cooking on a level that Amy just can’t. Of course she likes it, but she doesn’t see eating the same way we do. Ian and I just have this bond, and yes, food is a central part of it. I’m sure we have bonds beyond the food, or else being apart would drive us apart!

But I got to cook for him. We got to feed each other, I made him a huge breakfast on Sunday, we just ate and ate like we used to.

One thing I like about being with Ian is he’s the same size as me. Yeah, I’m actually heavier, but the way he carries his weight he seems larger. I’ve always enjoyed being apart from the crowd, but being in London, by myself, I feel like I’m always out of the crowd, and I like the feeling of belonging I get when I’m with Ian, even if it’s just the two of us, I feel right where I should be.

Of course, getting to sleep with the big guy is always a bonus! Fat sex is the best sex. Anyone who says otherwise has neither been fat, nor has a halfway decent imagination. But just pressing his flesh against mine is a special treat. It’s nice to have someone warm to hug and cuddle.

And speaking of being big… I guess I’m relieved I’m not 460 pounds, but I am 459! That’s the biggest I’ve ever been, and I’ve been trying to lose weight in London! Maybe I should be trying to bulk up. I don’t’ know. It doesn’t matter when I’m around Ian, in fact when I’m around him, I’ll be as big as he wants. But now that I’m back in London… YIKES! There’s no doubt in my mind the next time I waddle up to that scale I’ll be over 460 pounds.

Ian is losing weight without me, why can’t I do the same? We’d joked that by the time we got back together, he’d finally be bigger than me. Joke that it was, I’d hoped it was true, but now I’ve got 25 pounds on him!

Oh well. What’s a girl to do?

He’s on his way down to Nashville again this week, and then the Nasvhillians are up to visit him next week. He wants me to come to Toronto to meet them, I’ll see what I can do. I’m kind of curious to meet them, and I know I want to spend time with Ian again!

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