Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Ian’s up another pound
Ian’s up another pound.
Pretty good since over the weekend he didn’t get in nearly as much eating as he’d have liked to. Of course, spending time with friends and family is vastly preferable to simple indulgence. That makes the pound that much more special, he only really had three days to gain it.
I liked being back home. I love this living away from my family thing! It makes me appreciate them more when it’s special to see them, not a simple phone call and car ride. We have to plan it, we have to cherish our time.
Of course, now that there is distance between me and my mom, she seems to be a little more… direct about my weight. I know when I was a teen they wanted me to eat more. I know that when I gained weight, they wanted me to stop. Now she’s happy that I’ve lost a lot of weight. I wonder how much I SHOULD weigh. I don’t really want to put her on the spot though. It’s not really her fault, is it?
I got to see Amanda again. I miss her so much. Jeri too, of course. But she always seems so much older than I remember, it just breaks my heart that I don’t get to see her every day. A couple of her friends really like my mural in her room, and have asked if I could make one for them. I’m a little out of practise (hence the, ahem, delay in doing the one in our apartment), but I’m going to consider it. It might be fun to do as a sideline!
Friday we had dinner with Ian’s family. They’re weird about his weight. They don’t talk about it, at all, even though Ian is more than happy to announce it. They don’t give him a hard time about it, but you can tell that it’s something they wish would go away. Not that they treat him differently, I don’t think. Mostly it’s a non-issue I guess.
Saturday I hung out with Jeri and Amanda while Ian and James went out to watch hockey with some friends.
Sunday night we had dinner with my family, I cooked up a ham with side dishes. I didn’t give the meal enough forethought, but it turned out pretty good anyway.
Monday we were back in London. Amy came over to watch hockey. She’s pretty bummed that Thomas has gone to Italy (I’m bummed about that too!), but settled into her old routine watching hockey with Ian. Actually, both nights she’s come over this week she brought over cheesecakes. I’m pretty sure their calorie count is growing as the hockey playoffs go on. I can’t imagine how much they’ll be eating when it’s done in June. Ian will probably be nearing 520, and Amy’ll be pushing 300 for sure.
I really noticed the difference in Amy, not seeing her for only a few days and she seemed that much bigger. I guess it just has to do with familiarity and expectations. But she really does look fat now. She still seems smaller than me, but if Ian’s BMI calculations are correct, she is fatter than I am, and getting moreso!
With all the running around I did on the weekend, I managed to drop 4 pounds this week. I’m still shocked that I can lose this much weight. I anticipated a big battle for each and every pound, but instead I’m melting away. I’m feeling good though, at 296 pounds.
The place I notice my weight loss the most is in bed. Every pound I lose feels like another pound that Ian’s gained; so even though his weight is creeping up slowly, it feels like it’s going faster to me. 1 pound for him, 4 for me equals a 5 pound difference, that’s a full percent of his weight! When I reach my arms around him, I can feel that extra pound on him, plus I can get closer to him. It’s absolutely fantastic. I want to keep losing, just to prolong this experience.
Pretty good since over the weekend he didn’t get in nearly as much eating as he’d have liked to. Of course, spending time with friends and family is vastly preferable to simple indulgence. That makes the pound that much more special, he only really had three days to gain it.
I liked being back home. I love this living away from my family thing! It makes me appreciate them more when it’s special to see them, not a simple phone call and car ride. We have to plan it, we have to cherish our time.
Of course, now that there is distance between me and my mom, she seems to be a little more… direct about my weight. I know when I was a teen they wanted me to eat more. I know that when I gained weight, they wanted me to stop. Now she’s happy that I’ve lost a lot of weight. I wonder how much I SHOULD weigh. I don’t really want to put her on the spot though. It’s not really her fault, is it?
I got to see Amanda again. I miss her so much. Jeri too, of course. But she always seems so much older than I remember, it just breaks my heart that I don’t get to see her every day. A couple of her friends really like my mural in her room, and have asked if I could make one for them. I’m a little out of practise (hence the, ahem, delay in doing the one in our apartment), but I’m going to consider it. It might be fun to do as a sideline!
Friday we had dinner with Ian’s family. They’re weird about his weight. They don’t talk about it, at all, even though Ian is more than happy to announce it. They don’t give him a hard time about it, but you can tell that it’s something they wish would go away. Not that they treat him differently, I don’t think. Mostly it’s a non-issue I guess.
Saturday I hung out with Jeri and Amanda while Ian and James went out to watch hockey with some friends.
Sunday night we had dinner with my family, I cooked up a ham with side dishes. I didn’t give the meal enough forethought, but it turned out pretty good anyway.
Monday we were back in London. Amy came over to watch hockey. She’s pretty bummed that Thomas has gone to Italy (I’m bummed about that too!), but settled into her old routine watching hockey with Ian. Actually, both nights she’s come over this week she brought over cheesecakes. I’m pretty sure their calorie count is growing as the hockey playoffs go on. I can’t imagine how much they’ll be eating when it’s done in June. Ian will probably be nearing 520, and Amy’ll be pushing 300 for sure.
I really noticed the difference in Amy, not seeing her for only a few days and she seemed that much bigger. I guess it just has to do with familiarity and expectations. But she really does look fat now. She still seems smaller than me, but if Ian’s BMI calculations are correct, she is fatter than I am, and getting moreso!
With all the running around I did on the weekend, I managed to drop 4 pounds this week. I’m still shocked that I can lose this much weight. I anticipated a big battle for each and every pound, but instead I’m melting away. I’m feeling good though, at 296 pounds.
The place I notice my weight loss the most is in bed. Every pound I lose feels like another pound that Ian’s gained; so even though his weight is creeping up slowly, it feels like it’s going faster to me. 1 pound for him, 4 for me equals a 5 pound difference, that’s a full percent of his weight! When I reach my arms around him, I can feel that extra pound on him, plus I can get closer to him. It’s absolutely fantastic. I want to keep losing, just to prolong this experience.
// posted by Charlotte @ 3:39:00 PM 
