Monday, February 20, 2006

Dinner Party

Saturday night I invited Sherry and her husband Ken to our place for dinner. She hadn’t met Ian yet, I hadn’t met Ken yet either. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to invite Amy and Thomas over too, to give it a ‘dinner party’ atmosphere. It wasn’t a ‘bad’ idea to have them over, but was a little more awkward than I expected it to be.

Turns out Ken and Thomas use the same gym! Though they don’t know each other, they did recognise one another. That left Sherry a little bit the odd person out because she really only knew me (and Ken, of course), where everyone else knew a few of the other people. Not a big deal, but it was a little awkward getting going.

The evening went pleasantly, I served up some garden salad and a roast with potatoes and veggies. Thomas and Amy had brought some starters, and Ken and Sherry brought a cheese cake for dessert. During dinner Amy and Ian were very well behaved. Okay, I was well behaved too. While there weren’t any leftovers, we really did have food for 6, maybe 8, which of course isn’t enough food for Ian and Amy normally!

Once everyone warmed up we talked about the Olympics, the weather, how long everyone had been in London etc. Sherry and I did a little mommy talking, but that left everyone out, so we kept it to a minimum. Sherry and Ken didn’t stay too late, because they had to get their little one to bed, and we had to get Paul to bed too.

Thomas and Amy DID stay on to watch Olympics. At least, that’s the official reason they stayed. The real reason they stayed was so Amy and Ian could really EAT again. We ordered some pizza and broke out the chips for the rest of the evening.

The other reason they stayed is Amy wanted to weigh in on the Green Monster. I don’t get so see Amy as much as I used to, and she’s gained some serious weight. I wasn’t prepared to find out she’s up to 451 pounds. And yet, knowing that she’s just 9 pounds less than I ever was, I took a fresh look at her and realised just how huge she’s gotten. Her belly has gotten the lion’s share of her gain lately, it shows in her waddle, it shows in how she sits, it even shows in how she eats! Her posture has completely changed, though it is subtle, to accommodate what’s becoming quite a round stomach.

She’s still no match for Ian though! His belly continues to become bigger than I’d ever thought possible. Looking at him from the right angle, you can almost imagine that he’s all belly. From other angles though, there’s some great treats From behind, you could almost believe he’s a girl. His legs have rounded out and his arms have gotten much softer which lends a feminine appearance. There are also folds of fat on his back that are pulled down by his ‘man boobs’, which really do enhance the illusion of femininity.

He’s dealing really well with his weight still, in fact, I’m still surprised he can get up, much less move around more than Amy can. If he gets a little more active, he might not need to lose as much weight as we supposed. He’s only 3 pounds away from 600!

As for myself… I’m still eating like, well, like Ian, except I don’t stop when I have to go to work! About the only time I’m slowing down is when I’m dealing with Paul, or when I’m visiting with Sherry. I swear, if it weren’t for her, I’d probably be 10 pounds bigger by now. Intellectually, I still want to be get back to 280 pounds, but the rest of me is really digging being 377 pounds. Being awkward preggo fat must’ve made me yearn for being sensual enjoy life fat. I also think that with Amy enjoying her weight so much, that I am jealous of her, and want to try it again!

Whatever it is, I eat and eat, and I’m gaining faster than Ian, which is driving him nuts, both the good ways and the bad ways.

But more the good ways.

Monday, February 06, 2006

How much do I weigh? HAPPY BIRHTDAY IAN!

Well, the cat's out of the bag, so to speak. For Ian's birthday I told him how much I weigh. I know, that sounds like a goofy birthday present, but it's not all he got, and it's something he enjoyed immensely.

In some ways, it's nice to get that off my chest. I've been bottling it up and, well, we all know how good an idea it is to bottle up your emotions, especially for someone like me! I know it sounds silly, but I wasn't happy with myself: I'd aimed to be 280 pounds, so being bigger than 280 was a sort of failure. Keeping it to myself was essentially denial, I'd rather have a private failure than a public one!

So if I'm not 280 at present, how fat am I? I've been implying that I'm around 320. That's not true. In fact, I was 371 pounds the day Paul was born. On Ian's birthday, just 78 days later, I was 373 pounds.

I'd like to say this was a shock, but it wasn't. I've been weight myself quite often when Ian's not around. I really am of two about the whole thing. At one level, I really want to be back at a sleek 280 pounds. It really felt right for me. But, I'm eating tonnes, and, I'm loving it! There really is a fat girl trying to get out. As much as I want to be 280 pounds, I also want to be 500 pounds.

Ian and I have been discussing our future various future weights, though we haven't really concluded anything yet. In the near term, I'm going to get back to 280, and Ian will aim for 500. Ian figures 300 pounds is his ultimate goal, but since that's still a while away, 500 is a decent interim goal.

Before Ian heads for 500 pounds though, we've got to get him to 600! Another part of his birthday present has been to push him as far as I can. From when he got home Wednesday night until falling asleep Sunday night, I stuffed him as full as I possibly could. Form cooking his favourites to ordering in to keeping his snack supply full and handy, he's never eaten more over 4 days than he just did.

Even though I was keeping him too full to movie, I did get him up a few times. He's got the sexiest waddle ever right now, especially when he's full, and I just couldn't help myself. His weight has shifted nicely, giving him great curves, and an interesting centre of gravity. Throw in the ginger movement of a full belly and he's just PERFECT.

Friday night he was actually too full to come to bed! He's never actually done that before. He normally gets into bed when he can finally move again. I did miss him that night, but it was also nice to have some room in bed for once. On Sunday Paul and I cuddled in bed for a little bit while Ian did whatever.

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