Monday, April 17, 2006
Time does fly!
Ian’s been 600 pounds of sexy for a couple of weeks now, and it still seems like yesterday that scale just spun around for us! He’s still eating pretty good, it’s different now though, there’s a little less pressure, and little more fun to it, I think he’s actually eating more now!
He’s incredible to be around, he isn’t just big, but he carries it well, he has presence, confidence and just mmmmmm. I can hardly resist him (and resist him as little as possible!) We’re squeezing as much life out of 600 pound Ian as we can.
When Ian’s not around, I’m the one who’s eating. My appetite is just in overdrive itself. I can’t really blame in on breastfeeding anymore, but I don’t care. I’m loving it, and the weight is feeling good. I’m closing on 400 pounds, so it would be nice to be a 1000 pound couple!
I almost dread writing this… but things will end. I don’t write about Paul much here but… he’s about to change our lives. He knows that he’s supposed to get around. He just hasn’t figured it out yet. As it is, Ian and I both have a little trouble corralling him, it’s going to get worst if we don’t get slimmer!
Also, I’m starting to miss being preggo. I don’t really want to get preggo at this size, so I’ve got to drop a little weight so I can get fat again!
He’s incredible to be around, he isn’t just big, but he carries it well, he has presence, confidence and just mmmmmm. I can hardly resist him (and resist him as little as possible!) We’re squeezing as much life out of 600 pound Ian as we can.
When Ian’s not around, I’m the one who’s eating. My appetite is just in overdrive itself. I can’t really blame in on breastfeeding anymore, but I don’t care. I’m loving it, and the weight is feeling good. I’m closing on 400 pounds, so it would be nice to be a 1000 pound couple!
I almost dread writing this… but things will end. I don’t write about Paul much here but… he’s about to change our lives. He knows that he’s supposed to get around. He just hasn’t figured it out yet. As it is, Ian and I both have a little trouble corralling him, it’s going to get worst if we don’t get slimmer!
Also, I’m starting to miss being preggo. I don’t really want to get preggo at this size, so I’ve got to drop a little weight so I can get fat again!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
600
Ian hit 600 pounds today. I'm not sure he got a chance to post to his diary yet, he's been pretty busy. I had cakes ready for him when he got home from work, and we had salmon for dinner, and he's been devouring pizza with Amy over the hockey game.
This is another of those moments in life when you've been wanting it to come, and yet are sad to see it pass. Now that Ian's reached 600 pounds, it's time to move. No longer will he be gaining weight, pushing his limits, getting fatter and fatter with each passing day. On one hand, I'm ready to move on to whatever's next. On the other hand, I LOVE Ian the gainiac. I love Ian, no matter what, but Ian the gainiac was almost a separate love, someone... something removed from Ian my husband.
I never set out to get Ian to 600 pounds. When I first met Ian, even the thought of being married to a 600 pound man would have turned my stomach. If he'd told me that he wanted to weigh 600 pounds, I'd have laughed in his face and never thought twice about him. But I learned to appreciate his weight gain, I learned to love his increasing appetite, his increasing waistline and the radical and subtle changes he's experienced in becoming a fat man. Yes, I admit, I loved Ian's weight gain, and I pushed him. I'm not ashamed of it. It's the truth, it's who I am. No shame.
I'm a little sad that I can't see how far he can go. I know I can make him fatter than 600 pounds, I know he could handle it, and my mind just reels with the possibilities of Ian reaching 700, 800 or even 1000 pounds.
He's changed a lot as he's gained, and not just his body, not just his appetite. He's grown, he's matured, but everyone does that. His attitudes have changed, his ideas of right and wrong, important and mundane. He's been shaped by his weight, and I like that. Living at 600 pounds is different from living at 200 pounds, just as living at 1000 pounds would be different again. It all affects us, it all changes us, and damned if I don't want to know that that does to someone!
But life... life is decisions, and just because one of my dreams is to feed Ian to 1000 pounds, that's not my greatest dream is to be a family. I want to have Ian for all time. I want Ian to be the best dad. I want to have the best kids. I want a life that is full, and, quite frankly, I can't see that with 1000 pound Ian. I could be wrong, I've been wrong about a lot of things. But it's a gamble, and it's one I don't need to take. We're going to have more kids, it's just a matter of time. I'm going to need Ian to be there for me, for them, for us.
So... getting Ian to 600 pounds is undoubtedly one of the things I'll always look back on. I'll always look back on how proud, how happy I am now. And I'll always look back and wander what I could have REALLY achieved.
This is another of those moments in life when you've been wanting it to come, and yet are sad to see it pass. Now that Ian's reached 600 pounds, it's time to move. No longer will he be gaining weight, pushing his limits, getting fatter and fatter with each passing day. On one hand, I'm ready to move on to whatever's next. On the other hand, I LOVE Ian the gainiac. I love Ian, no matter what, but Ian the gainiac was almost a separate love, someone... something removed from Ian my husband.
I never set out to get Ian to 600 pounds. When I first met Ian, even the thought of being married to a 600 pound man would have turned my stomach. If he'd told me that he wanted to weigh 600 pounds, I'd have laughed in his face and never thought twice about him. But I learned to appreciate his weight gain, I learned to love his increasing appetite, his increasing waistline and the radical and subtle changes he's experienced in becoming a fat man. Yes, I admit, I loved Ian's weight gain, and I pushed him. I'm not ashamed of it. It's the truth, it's who I am. No shame.
I'm a little sad that I can't see how far he can go. I know I can make him fatter than 600 pounds, I know he could handle it, and my mind just reels with the possibilities of Ian reaching 700, 800 or even 1000 pounds.
He's changed a lot as he's gained, and not just his body, not just his appetite. He's grown, he's matured, but everyone does that. His attitudes have changed, his ideas of right and wrong, important and mundane. He's been shaped by his weight, and I like that. Living at 600 pounds is different from living at 200 pounds, just as living at 1000 pounds would be different again. It all affects us, it all changes us, and damned if I don't want to know that that does to someone!
But life... life is decisions, and just because one of my dreams is to feed Ian to 1000 pounds, that's not my greatest dream is to be a family. I want to have Ian for all time. I want Ian to be the best dad. I want to have the best kids. I want a life that is full, and, quite frankly, I can't see that with 1000 pound Ian. I could be wrong, I've been wrong about a lot of things. But it's a gamble, and it's one I don't need to take. We're going to have more kids, it's just a matter of time. I'm going to need Ian to be there for me, for them, for us.
So... getting Ian to 600 pounds is undoubtedly one of the things I'll always look back on. I'll always look back on how proud, how happy I am now. And I'll always look back and wander what I could have REALLY achieved.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Spring is in the Air!
Ian’s the one who eats and eats and eats and eats, and yet I’m the one getting fatter. I’d say it’s not fair… except I’m enjoying my fat. And I’m enjoying feeding Ian as much as I am. Besides, while Ian eats and eats and eats and eats, I’m also eating and eating and eating and eating. We’re both enjoying our immensity immensely.
Ian’s still closing in on 600 pounds. He’s at 599 for now. I’m closing in on 400 at 393 pounds. In writing, it seems like there’s a huge difference between us, but in reality, I’m not feeling all that tiny, even when compared to Ian. I’ve already reached a point where I’m feeling ‘fat’ again. My belly and bum are certainly doing their best to inform the world.
Ian’s into my fat like never before. Last time I was this big, he was significantly smaller, so he’s really taking the time to enjoy how our fat is fitting together. He’s also been giving me massages like never before. I think that with his own fat, he’s got a better idea of what feels good and what doesn’t.
My mobility is better than I was expecting, I still feel much better than I did while pregnant, and even better than I remember feeling at 400 pounds before. I’m not exactly burning up the courts or anything, but it takes being on the move for a few hours before I really wear down.
With the weather getting nice out, Shelley and I have been taking the babes to the park for strolls. We’re not the only ones out there, but we are turning heads. It still feels nice, even if none of the guys out there are remotely in Ian’s class. Shelley still doesn’t get the ‘fat thing’, but at least she’s nice about it.
Amy got her new car this week. It’s a Honda Element, it’s pretty cool, very comfortable. The Murano suits us more, it’s got more space, but it’s way better than my Focus!
She’s gotten to 460 pounds, which is my old weight. I’m still not entirely sure what to make of that. I’m certainly happy for her, she’s loving it. I’m jealous of her, since I didn’t love it myself, and find myself wishing I was 460, and happy. I’m not sure I’ll actually gain that much, but it certainly does leave some… feelings kicking around.
It looks great on her, she doesn’t even look dwarfed by Ian any more. Her belly has really filled out, which gives the illusion that she’s much bigger than she was with a smaller belly. She’s still got her titanic hips and butt which seem to have gotten bigger just to compete with her belly. She’s been getting used to her weight, and doesn’t seem quite as ungainly as she did just a few weeks ago, but she’s still slow and awkward.
Ian’s getting more used to his weight too. He’s getting around better now than just a month or so ago. Part of that has to do with his weight gain slowing, so he’s been able to adapt. He’s not running the Boston Marathon any time soon, but he just feels a little more vibrant. Maybe it’s just spring in the air!
Ian’s still closing in on 600 pounds. He’s at 599 for now. I’m closing in on 400 at 393 pounds. In writing, it seems like there’s a huge difference between us, but in reality, I’m not feeling all that tiny, even when compared to Ian. I’ve already reached a point where I’m feeling ‘fat’ again. My belly and bum are certainly doing their best to inform the world.
Ian’s into my fat like never before. Last time I was this big, he was significantly smaller, so he’s really taking the time to enjoy how our fat is fitting together. He’s also been giving me massages like never before. I think that with his own fat, he’s got a better idea of what feels good and what doesn’t.
My mobility is better than I was expecting, I still feel much better than I did while pregnant, and even better than I remember feeling at 400 pounds before. I’m not exactly burning up the courts or anything, but it takes being on the move for a few hours before I really wear down.
With the weather getting nice out, Shelley and I have been taking the babes to the park for strolls. We’re not the only ones out there, but we are turning heads. It still feels nice, even if none of the guys out there are remotely in Ian’s class. Shelley still doesn’t get the ‘fat thing’, but at least she’s nice about it.
Amy got her new car this week. It’s a Honda Element, it’s pretty cool, very comfortable. The Murano suits us more, it’s got more space, but it’s way better than my Focus!
She’s gotten to 460 pounds, which is my old weight. I’m still not entirely sure what to make of that. I’m certainly happy for her, she’s loving it. I’m jealous of her, since I didn’t love it myself, and find myself wishing I was 460, and happy. I’m not sure I’ll actually gain that much, but it certainly does leave some… feelings kicking around.
It looks great on her, she doesn’t even look dwarfed by Ian any more. Her belly has really filled out, which gives the illusion that she’s much bigger than she was with a smaller belly. She’s still got her titanic hips and butt which seem to have gotten bigger just to compete with her belly. She’s been getting used to her weight, and doesn’t seem quite as ungainly as she did just a few weeks ago, but she’s still slow and awkward.
Ian’s getting more used to his weight too. He’s getting around better now than just a month or so ago. Part of that has to do with his weight gain slowing, so he’s been able to adapt. He’s not running the Boston Marathon any time soon, but he just feels a little more vibrant. Maybe it’s just spring in the air!
