Friday, January 27, 2006
A New Hobby
I'm going to need a new hobby! I've spent the entire century focusing on fattening myself or others, and that's coming to an end. Once Ian hits 600 pounds, my fattening days are over. I won't be working hard in the kitchen creating the perfect menu. I won't be making constant trips to the grocery store to make sure we're stocked up. I won't even be doing the lion's share of the housework as he'll be doing more as he becomes more able again!
I'll have free time that I haven't had in years!
I could take up painting again, though the apartment doesn't really have room for that.
Someone has suggested making clothes. An intriguing possibility. I don't know how much equipment, space or learning curve will be required there, but it sounds like something I'd enjoy.
In the mean time, I'll continue to enjoy Ian's weight. I'm really excited at the prospect of getting him to 600 pounds. He's eating so much now, I keep him going pretty much from when he gets home until he gets to bed. The weight's catching up with him quickly, though a big part of it is that he's become very inactive too. He was working his tail off before Paul was born, and now that I'm handling everything, Ian gets to be lazy again, which means his body isn't as used to moving the weight around. He doesn't mind though, he takes his time getting up and heading anywhere, but he's happy to pay the price, what he lacks in mobility, he makes up for in sensations.
These last 20 pounds or so has changed his body more than ever. His weight is accumulating differently, it's thrown off his balance, again. This time though, it's much nicer, he's actually balanced in a way that he waddles again! I enjoyed his slow elephant walk, but seeing his bulk waddling is really exciting. I think it has to do with his weight accumulating in his hips. With his waddle, he takes up a lot more space when he's walking too. He's bumping into things a lot more because his hips are wider, and he's swaying side to side a lot more. He bumps into walls in the hallway. He has to really stop and squeeze through doors. It's not exactly his size that's the problem going through doors, but rather his balance. He can't just step through the door way, so he sort of needs to rotate through it to ensure his centre of gravity passes through the doorway in such a way that his fat fits through. A living, breathing (eating) 3d puzzle...
I've had lunch with my new friend a few times. I've gotten to know a bit about her, she's nice, I think we'll get along fine. In some ways, she reminds of Amy, based on how I thought Amy would be when we were in high school. Probably just trying to fit her into a mould in my mind, though she could do worse than remind me of Amy! She hasn't met Ian yet, mostly because I don't really have the time to introduce her to Ian. Once he's on his diet, then we'll have all the time in the world.
I'll have free time that I haven't had in years!
I could take up painting again, though the apartment doesn't really have room for that.
Someone has suggested making clothes. An intriguing possibility. I don't know how much equipment, space or learning curve will be required there, but it sounds like something I'd enjoy.
In the mean time, I'll continue to enjoy Ian's weight. I'm really excited at the prospect of getting him to 600 pounds. He's eating so much now, I keep him going pretty much from when he gets home until he gets to bed. The weight's catching up with him quickly, though a big part of it is that he's become very inactive too. He was working his tail off before Paul was born, and now that I'm handling everything, Ian gets to be lazy again, which means his body isn't as used to moving the weight around. He doesn't mind though, he takes his time getting up and heading anywhere, but he's happy to pay the price, what he lacks in mobility, he makes up for in sensations.
These last 20 pounds or so has changed his body more than ever. His weight is accumulating differently, it's thrown off his balance, again. This time though, it's much nicer, he's actually balanced in a way that he waddles again! I enjoyed his slow elephant walk, but seeing his bulk waddling is really exciting. I think it has to do with his weight accumulating in his hips. With his waddle, he takes up a lot more space when he's walking too. He's bumping into things a lot more because his hips are wider, and he's swaying side to side a lot more. He bumps into walls in the hallway. He has to really stop and squeeze through doors. It's not exactly his size that's the problem going through doors, but rather his balance. He can't just step through the door way, so he sort of needs to rotate through it to ensure his centre of gravity passes through the doorway in such a way that his fat fits through. A living, breathing (eating) 3d puzzle...
I've had lunch with my new friend a few times. I've gotten to know a bit about her, she's nice, I think we'll get along fine. In some ways, she reminds of Amy, based on how I thought Amy would be when we were in high school. Probably just trying to fit her into a mould in my mind, though she could do worse than remind me of Amy! She hasn't met Ian yet, mostly because I don't really have the time to introduce her to Ian. Once he's on his diet, then we'll have all the time in the world.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
A New Friend ;-)
There’s a girl I’ve passed a few times in the apartment who has a baby about the same age as Paul. We’ve exchanged knowing glances in the past, but were never going in the same direction at the same time. Until yesterday. We chatted a bit in the elevator and made a lunch date for today.
I won’t post her name, I have no idea if she reads this or not, but I won’t name her until she knows about it at least.
She’s nice, she’s a few years younger than I am, and in the same boat I am: newborn baby in a city without any family! In some ways, it’s good, you learn quickly to rely on yourself, but there are times when you’re all by yourself trying to keep everyone happy and sane and you just wonder if it’s going to happen.
In addition to being a few years younger, she’s also a few pounds smaller. Okay, more than a few pounds. If she wasn’t carrying a baby, you’d never know she had one. She’s not as skinny as I used to be, but a pretty good body double for Skinny Amy.
At lunch we talked about life with babies, we talked about politics (we agreed to disagree… I can’t scare off a friend like this yet!), we talked about London, why we’re here, what our husbands do etc.
Hopefully something will come of this, it’s nice to have someone else who knows exactly what I’m feeling.
I won’t post her name, I have no idea if she reads this or not, but I won’t name her until she knows about it at least.
She’s nice, she’s a few years younger than I am, and in the same boat I am: newborn baby in a city without any family! In some ways, it’s good, you learn quickly to rely on yourself, but there are times when you’re all by yourself trying to keep everyone happy and sane and you just wonder if it’s going to happen.
In addition to being a few years younger, she’s also a few pounds smaller. Okay, more than a few pounds. If she wasn’t carrying a baby, you’d never know she had one. She’s not as skinny as I used to be, but a pretty good body double for Skinny Amy.
At lunch we talked about life with babies, we talked about politics (we agreed to disagree… I can’t scare off a friend like this yet!), we talked about London, why we’re here, what our husbands do etc.
Hopefully something will come of this, it’s nice to have someone else who knows exactly what I’m feeling.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
You might be a Gainic if...
Apologies to Jeff Foxworthy (Unless he ripped off 'You might be a redneck...' from someone else, then apologies to them)
This may not be the best use of the Gainiac word, but it's all I can think of for now.
You might be a Gainiac if...
Instead of wondering if you should have dessert, you're wondering how many desserts you should have.
This may not be the best use of the Gainiac word, but it's all I can think of for now.
You might be a Gainiac if...
Instead of wondering if you should have dessert, you're wondering how many desserts you should have.
Monday, January 09, 2006
The Weekend
Saturday Amy came over to watch hockey and eat with Ian. What's so special about that? It's a sort of 'return to normal' for us. It's the first time that Amy's come over to just eat, like she used to, so it's proof we're still the same people we were before. As 'usual', they went through doughnuts, pizzas, McDonald's, chips, ice cream and various snacks.
Amy's also surpassed the capacity of the scale we got her a couple years ago, so she came over to weigh herself on Ian's green monster. She's up to 441 pounds, and aiming to surpass my own superfat days of 460 pounds. I still remember being superfat, and didn't really enjoy it as much as she is. I'm happy for her, and more than a little jealous. There were parts of being 460 that I miss, and some days I wish I could be 460 again. In the long run though, I still want to be 280.
Part of her advantage is how she's carrying her weight. Without her butt, she's maybe 360, 370 pounds. Weight on butt is easier to carry than the weight I had on my belly. Maybe if I was fat like her, I'd still be fat.
She does have a great body. She serves as a counter point to Ian really. Where he's a possessor of an enormous belly, her own belly is relatively small. Where she's got a butt that's impossible to miss, Ian's easily vanishes compared to the rest of him. The funny thing is, Ian's ass really is quite large, just that his belly completely overwhelms it. Similarly, Amy's tummy has become quite rotund, probably bigger than my own, but it's just not her overwhelming feature.
She has handled the changes to her body very well. I think that she's been so receptive to the changes has helped a lot. I also believe that Thomas's encouragement goes a long way to helping her adapt quickly. I really did notice the changes on Saturday too.
Even though I've certainly seen plenty of her lately, it's the first time I've really checked her out in a few months. At 441 pounds, she's certainly quite large. Even though she's not Ian's size, she takes up as much space sitting down as he does, thanks to her generous rear. Her appetite is as big as ever. I'm not sure she nor Ian ever really stopped eating on Saturday. They've both learned to pace themselves I guess. She was full though, as awkward as she was showing up at our place, she was twice as much when she had to get up to leave. Her waddle has changed to accommodate her weight. It's not radically different, and probably only people who are looking at it would notice. She still has tremendous side to side motion as her legs move to clear each other. The fat of her rear moves very fluidly when she lifts her foot, and then bounces very solidly when she plants her foot. Her back sways with the side to side motion, and ripples with the impact of her steps. Her arms have gotten quite large two, and they have a nice wobble that seems to move to their own rhythm. Her arms swing pretty far from her body to keep balance as much as they can. From the front, her cheeks and double chin jiggle with each step. Her breasts and burgeoning belly sway back and forth like pendulums.
Ian is a tad disappointed that she reached 440 pounds so quickly. He had been trying to reach 600 pounds (and the limits of the green monster) before she reached the limits of her scale. He didn't really believe he could do it, but we were trying anyway. 591 pounds is still impressive though. He's getting closer to his limit, I think. Even though he doesn't really notice it, the effort he's going through to accommodate his weight is catching up to him. It takes him forever to get up. It takes him forever to get dressed. It takes him forever to get anywhere. It takes him forever to just about anything but eat, and even then, it takes him forever to get 'full'. I don't really mind that he's become extremely slow. I gained an infinite amount of patience as I gained weight. I just realise that as he gets bigger, he's going to continue to get slower, and there is a limit to how slow he can be. Hopefully it's far enough past 600 pounds that we'll never know.
Finally, at 2:32 my sex-drive came back. Poor Ian. He's been going without since the fall, and suddenly he's got more than he can handle. I almost feel sorry for him.
Almost.
To anyone out there who is worried that kids will disrupt your sex life, I've got a few things to tell you. First of all, when your sex drive dries up, it gives you more time to do other things. You don't miss it at all (that's what it means when you have no sex drive!). Second, when it comes back, it creates the best sex you've ever had. Period. I've had sex in a variety of situations, and I have to say, it's never, ever been better.
I'm still feeling it.
And I'm ready for more.
Amy's also surpassed the capacity of the scale we got her a couple years ago, so she came over to weigh herself on Ian's green monster. She's up to 441 pounds, and aiming to surpass my own superfat days of 460 pounds. I still remember being superfat, and didn't really enjoy it as much as she is. I'm happy for her, and more than a little jealous. There were parts of being 460 that I miss, and some days I wish I could be 460 again. In the long run though, I still want to be 280.
Part of her advantage is how she's carrying her weight. Without her butt, she's maybe 360, 370 pounds. Weight on butt is easier to carry than the weight I had on my belly. Maybe if I was fat like her, I'd still be fat.
She does have a great body. She serves as a counter point to Ian really. Where he's a possessor of an enormous belly, her own belly is relatively small. Where she's got a butt that's impossible to miss, Ian's easily vanishes compared to the rest of him. The funny thing is, Ian's ass really is quite large, just that his belly completely overwhelms it. Similarly, Amy's tummy has become quite rotund, probably bigger than my own, but it's just not her overwhelming feature.
She has handled the changes to her body very well. I think that she's been so receptive to the changes has helped a lot. I also believe that Thomas's encouragement goes a long way to helping her adapt quickly. I really did notice the changes on Saturday too.
Even though I've certainly seen plenty of her lately, it's the first time I've really checked her out in a few months. At 441 pounds, she's certainly quite large. Even though she's not Ian's size, she takes up as much space sitting down as he does, thanks to her generous rear. Her appetite is as big as ever. I'm not sure she nor Ian ever really stopped eating on Saturday. They've both learned to pace themselves I guess. She was full though, as awkward as she was showing up at our place, she was twice as much when she had to get up to leave. Her waddle has changed to accommodate her weight. It's not radically different, and probably only people who are looking at it would notice. She still has tremendous side to side motion as her legs move to clear each other. The fat of her rear moves very fluidly when she lifts her foot, and then bounces very solidly when she plants her foot. Her back sways with the side to side motion, and ripples with the impact of her steps. Her arms have gotten quite large two, and they have a nice wobble that seems to move to their own rhythm. Her arms swing pretty far from her body to keep balance as much as they can. From the front, her cheeks and double chin jiggle with each step. Her breasts and burgeoning belly sway back and forth like pendulums.
Ian is a tad disappointed that she reached 440 pounds so quickly. He had been trying to reach 600 pounds (and the limits of the green monster) before she reached the limits of her scale. He didn't really believe he could do it, but we were trying anyway. 591 pounds is still impressive though. He's getting closer to his limit, I think. Even though he doesn't really notice it, the effort he's going through to accommodate his weight is catching up to him. It takes him forever to get up. It takes him forever to get dressed. It takes him forever to get anywhere. It takes him forever to just about anything but eat, and even then, it takes him forever to get 'full'. I don't really mind that he's become extremely slow. I gained an infinite amount of patience as I gained weight. I just realise that as he gets bigger, he's going to continue to get slower, and there is a limit to how slow he can be. Hopefully it's far enough past 600 pounds that we'll never know.
Finally, at 2:32 my sex-drive came back. Poor Ian. He's been going without since the fall, and suddenly he's got more than he can handle. I almost feel sorry for him.
Almost.
To anyone out there who is worried that kids will disrupt your sex life, I've got a few things to tell you. First of all, when your sex drive dries up, it gives you more time to do other things. You don't miss it at all (that's what it means when you have no sex drive!). Second, when it comes back, it creates the best sex you've ever had. Period. I've had sex in a variety of situations, and I have to say, it's never, ever been better.
I'm still feeling it.
And I'm ready for more.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Gainiac.
I've had this word bouncing around my brain for a while. Even considered setting up a website using it but a) it already exists. b) I have no idea how c) I'm not sure I'm up to putting in the time investment.
While this word is not new, my meaning seems to be. Right now, it has to do with electric guitars, and musicians love of 'gain'. In my mind, a gainiac is someone who enjoys weight gain!
I'm sure the words 'feedee', 'foodee', and 'gainer' pretty much cover the idea of 'gainiac'. I just like the sound of it. Combining 'gaining' with 'maniac' seems to give a slightly better picture to me. Perhaps a gainiac is a superset of the other three (who are often in combination anyway).
Perhaps 'gainiac' can also include feeders, both active and passive.
Anyway, if you have any ideas, let me know! You can be a gainiac too.
While this word is not new, my meaning seems to be. Right now, it has to do with electric guitars, and musicians love of 'gain'. In my mind, a gainiac is someone who enjoys weight gain!
I'm sure the words 'feedee', 'foodee', and 'gainer' pretty much cover the idea of 'gainiac'. I just like the sound of it. Combining 'gaining' with 'maniac' seems to give a slightly better picture to me. Perhaps a gainiac is a superset of the other three (who are often in combination anyway).
Perhaps 'gainiac' can also include feeders, both active and passive.
Anyway, if you have any ideas, let me know! You can be a gainiac too.
