tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34423822011-12-31T04:55:25.351-05:00Just a little look into Charlotte's little world.Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.comBlogger5641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-67176253034771251682010-07-22T17:42:00.000-04:002010-07-22T17:43:00.377-04:00

Well, everything seems to have gone to plan, and with any luck we'll have a baby within a year!I'm tipping the scales at 282 pounds, not quite the 260 we were shooting for, but close enough that we're happy with it for now. I'm very happy about this, and very excited. Maybe even very very excited...Before moving on to the next stage of my life, it's time to look back at the stage I've come out

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-35885569399976954522010-02-06T08:20:00.003-05:002010-02-06T08:22:19.212-05:00

Once upon a time there was a young actress who stared in a few movies. She wasn't a very good actress, but appeared in all the gossip magazines. Then, she was paid too much for a movie, and it lost lots of money, and she never acted again.She took her money, moved to Montana, and gained 400 pounds.She lived happily ever after.The End.

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We've finally set up our very own homestead!It felt like it would never happen, and then suddenly we're in a strange place surrounded by boxes. We're exhausted, we don't know where anything is, but we are HOME.Now I have two weeks to get ready for Christmas.EEEK!

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ThanksgivingCody awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. He rolled over to hug his beautiful wife, but she was out of bed and starting the day. He decided to snooze a little bit. It was Thanksgiving, a day to relax, to enjoy, to savour.An hour later he finally rolled out of bed. He headed down the hall, and could hear his dear Elaine working on they day's meal. He sat down on the couch and turned

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ThanksgivingKatie awoke in a warm, comfortable bed. She rolled over to hug her handsome husband, but he was out of bed and starting the day. She decided to snooze a little bit. It was Thanksgiving, a day to relax, to enjoy, to savour.An hour later she finally rolled out of bed. She headed down the hall, and could hear her dear Stephen working on they day’s meal. She sat down on the couch and

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Cindy led a hard life. Her mother had died when she was very young. Although her father was quite wealthy, he was lonely. He eventually remarried a woman with two daughters who were older than Cindy.This marriage didn't bring the happiness her father had hoped for, but he thought that Cindy needed a strong family, so he tried to last it out. The stress of a bad marriage, and working hard put

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Dirk's DoorA thousand images came flashing back to Dirk.He remembered the first time he couldn’t do up the button on his pants. He strained and strained to get it buttoned. He finally lay down on the bed, sucked in his gut and used all his strength to button them up. Immediately when he got up he could feel them squeezing into his flesh. He wasn’t half a block away from home when the button

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-65654262995972827492009-10-25T21:54:00.002-04:002009-10-25T21:54:57.233-04:00

Since GeoCities is being taken down, I'm reposting all my fiction from there here. If you've never read it... I hope you enjoy. If you have read it, well, at least it's a post.

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-36178770242819512182009-09-27T19:44:00.000-04:002009-09-27T19:45:43.670-04:00

For the longest time, I didn't 'get' Twitter.It's not the audience that needs one line posts, but rather the poster.I just don't seem to find the time/energy for a real blog!But we put an offer on a house today.

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-84406240377156385962009-08-17T07:51:00.003-04:002009-08-17T07:53:16.218-04:00

It's been busy!I know I always say that, but who knew life could be so busy!Anyway, without any effort to post the long story, Amy was back in Ontario for two weeks, and I'd forgotten just how big she is!I will try to write more later.And to those who care: I'm currently 367 pounds (I was 363 before she visited...)

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Not so much a post as... um... blog life support?

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Not so much a post as... um... blog life support?

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-46982623213300099842009-04-27T07:42:00.001-04:002009-04-27T07:43:27.737-04:00

Ian and I went house hunting again on the weekend.It's not mathematically possible to get a better mortgage than we can now, so uncertainty be damned, we're getting a house!

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-7528663072920276382009-04-16T20:54:00.002-04:002009-04-16T20:59:57.229-04:00

Well, Easter has come and gone. It's always a time to eat, and I got a free pass from Sherry. I only gained one pound this year though, lol.I got to see my niece again, which just makes me want a baby of my own!I got to see Jeri again, and I can't believe how big she's getting. I remember when she was pregnant the first time she seemed just so huge, and yet I don't think she was more than 200

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Again.For the last time for a couple years, I hope ;-)

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I'm ready to have a baby.They had to rip my niece out of my hands. I didn't cry, but only because I tried really hard not to. Maybe I'll do that now. Then I got to see Jeri, and she's such a great preggo, I was a thousand times jealous of her too.I might steal Sherry's baby when she has it!

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My sister had her baby last night!Little girl.They're all doing well, and we're going to visit on the weekend.In other news, I'm back in my routine in a great way. I'm losing weight, gaining energy, and just feel fantastic!I haven't posted much because... there's just not much to say. I'm leading a dull life, but it's a happy one.And a niece happier today!

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I didn't think it had been this long since I posted!I'm finally getting back into my old routine, which means regular swims, and regular appoinments with the weights. I vaguely recall bragging how much energy I had, and how strong I was getting. Not so much now! I feel kind of like a weakling, considering how well I was doing until the Thanksgiving Derailment!I don't regret taking a break

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Happy Holidays, etc.I'm off to Toronto for a few days.I'll be seeing family and friends (including Amy, who's flown home from Calgary for 2 weeks!)

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I didn't have a time to make a turkey this year, so we had ham instead. Still did up plenty of veggies and potatoes though! Sherry actually baked an apple pie that turned out very nice. It's the first time I had a Thanksgiving with her when she was preggo, so it was nice to over indulge with my personal trainer...

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-65373043521164902162008-11-13T17:35:00.000-05:002008-11-13T17:36:14.544-05:00

I don't normally write much about other people, but I can't help it: my sister is pregnant, and two of my friends are pregnant! That's a lot of pregnancies to find out about all in one day!This'll be the third for my sister, and the second for each of my friends.I've got to say that I'm excited for all of them, and a little bummed that I'm still a year away from getting preggo myself. Gaining

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-9439481015717120252008-11-03T21:43:00.000-05:002008-11-03T21:44:00.958-05:00

Between Thanksgiving, Hallowe'en, Paul being sick, me being sick and Sherry being sick, I've managed to come up with a long list of excuses to gain some weight. I just haven't gotten back into my groove. I'm not watching what I eat, I'm not getting to the pool or doing my exercises.I can feel it, too. It's been a long time since I really felt 'fat', but I'm feeling it now. I'm still of two

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-60423911094219726392008-10-23T19:09:00.003-04:002008-10-23T19:13:01.807-04:00

My favourite time of year, Thanksgiving! I haven't had time to really post about it. I've committed to finishing up Matt and Annie, so I polished off a couple chapters, it just seems to keep going and going though. I'm sure no one's complaining though...I had a nice dinner with my family back home on Thanksgiving weekend.This past weekend I made a dinner for my friends here in London. Then

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The new house was working out better than Matt or Annie could have dreamed. It was like they had started a brand new life together, and everything seemed to be perfect.Matt's office was easy for him to use. It was well equipped, it was well laid out and best of all it was comfortable. Matt could spend as much time at work as he wanted and he never got tired of it. His productivity went

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-80847578916693043852008-10-14T22:17:00.001-04:002008-10-14T22:17:57.544-04:00

Even as moving day drew nearer, Matt felt more and more like it would never come. He had spent forever couped up in his tiny apartment, with its tiny office and tiny chair, tiny bedroom and tiny bed. The stress was killing his appetite, and he could feel the weight melting off.Annie couldn't wait for the move either. The apartment wasn't so tiny for her, but she'd put in so much work getting

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-35555691123045025502008-10-08T22:10:00.000-04:002008-10-08T22:12:24.562-04:00

Well, I've broken 400 pounds again. I think this is my 4th time now, 2nd time going down.400 is one of those psychological barriers. I feel thinner. I see a thinner person in the mirror. My energy levels haven't changed much since the summer though. I'm in good shape, despite my weight. I move around great, and seem to always be ready to go, even if there's nothing to do!In other news, I'm

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-10082762665275973172008-10-03T19:21:00.000-04:002008-10-03T19:22:29.333-04:00

I love the autumn. The leaves change colour, Thanksgiving is coming up, the weather plays its little tricks, and the word ends with a silent 'n'. What's not to love?Also, I got a promotion at work.Yay me!

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-33009810191903447522008-09-24T19:41:00.001-04:002008-09-24T19:42:09.509-04:00

I've been writing a weight gain story.The question I have is about pacing. I've written about 4 chapters of it, without a hint of weight gain. There's probably 2 more before weight gain is even mentioned. Is there an appetite for this sort of slow build?

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-22088418938952648042008-09-17T22:34:00.001-04:002008-09-17T22:35:36.553-04:00

I got nothing.The days are getting cooler, but the trees haven't started changing yet.But they will!

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Basil came in that evening with a full cart for Sheila. She dug right into the food immediately. When she realised he was still waiting, she sneered at him a little, "Come back after I've eaten!"A few hours later Basil was back, and Sheila continued.The Waitress - ContinuedIf all the waitress's friends had thought she was fat before, what would they think of her now? Her uniforms were all plus

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I haven't written much in terms of fiction or personal biography. Why? I guess I've been busy. I haven't been busy with anything I felt the need to write about, because while I've enjoyed it, I don't know that I'd want to read about it.For both Ian and I, life is routine. I never wanted a routine life, but having one is pretty good, I've got to admit. I don't like having an office job, but

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-48625975071346366052008-08-14T22:47:00.001-04:002008-08-14T22:47:53.677-04:00

Now that they had decided to build a house, Annie took charge of the project. she worked with lawyers and real estate agents to find the perfect place for the right price. She found architects and engineers to design the house for their current and future needs. She even contacted furniture designers to ensure the house would be furnished with things that would accommodate Matt safely and

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-50117911507302262772008-08-13T17:57:00.000-04:002008-08-13T17:58:26.927-04:00

I've been off on vacation.Home now.Post later.

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-47433497411151388332008-07-30T21:19:00.001-04:002008-07-30T21:20:08.155-04:00

Again Sheila woke up with a rumbling stomach. It seemed like an eternity before Basil came in with her cart of food.When he did, it was half empty."Where's the food?""I, well, my plans have changed a little bit, that's all I have."Sheila's face drooped slightly."I'll bring you more tonight..."Sheila's face lit up."...if you tell me what happens to Anthony.Anthony: The Model - ContinuedNo sooner

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-33042149280894427452008-07-21T21:05:00.000-04:002008-07-21T21:06:26.641-04:00

Karen sat at the table, alone. In front of her was a vast expanse of food: her dinner for that Friday night. It had been a while since she'd contemplated just how much food she was eating. Did she really eat this much? She stared at the food, as it sat untouched."Do you think gaining weight is really going to help?" Sophie came into the kitchen on her crutches, interrupting Karen's thoughts

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-60027927333938642642008-07-18T18:06:00.000-04:002008-07-18T18:07:33.077-04:00

18 years old. Karen is widely regarded as the hottest girl in school. Her body is tight and firm, yet maintains soft and feminine curves. All the boys wanted to date her, all the girls were jealous of her.Over the course of her senior year she dated the president of the student council, the captains of the basketball, volleyball and football teams, as well as a few of the boys who were simply

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-7015990872123719672008-07-10T20:38:00.001-04:002008-07-10T20:42:39.351-04:00

When Sheila woke up, there was a cart of food waiting for her. She waited a few moments for Basil, but he didn't show up. She went right into eating it.A few minutes after she finished, Basil came in, without a word, and sat down, staring at her expectantly.Sheila went right back into Alexandra's Story.Alexandra: A Painter's Story - Continued.Alexandra was not happy. She was a good painter,

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-89374175048298370882008-07-08T21:01:00.000-04:002008-07-08T21:02:02.703-04:00

Matt was having so much success as a contractor for his original company, he began to work on contracts for other companies. It made him busier, but each contract was richer than the last. He was getting each job done quickly, and for such great value that he was soon making obscene amounts of money for work that he was just a natural at.Annie hired an accountant to handle their money, she was

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-88289099950800024502008-06-26T22:48:00.001-04:002008-06-26T22:48:42.996-04:00

Karen loved going dancing with her friends on Friday night. They were all young women with lean bodies and spectacular dancers. They competed amongst each other for the best men in the club each Friday, and more often than not Karen was the winner. Her moves were just a little bit better than everyone else's.While Karen loved having her pick of men every Friday night, she preferred the hunt

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-77915866905352795972008-06-24T22:43:00.002-04:002008-06-24T22:44:40.972-04:00

A lot of fat people complain about a lack of energy. While I did experience that phenomenon, I didn't complain about it. I was quite content to let Ian do all the work while I was being lazy.Now that I'm losing weight and exercising more, I've got plenty of energy. Sounds good, right? Wrong. Now I need to do something with that energy! I'm cleaning, I'm going out, I'm running errands, going

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-5998993009918528022008-06-22T21:01:00.000-04:002008-06-22T21:02:17.833-04:00

Sheila was awake when Basil came in with his cart of food. "I thought you'd never get here, I'm starving!" As she began eating, she realised that the lie was actually true. She was starving.Basil waited for a few moments. "Go, I'm eating. You'll hear the rest later!"When Basil came back, Sheila was full, as usual, and ready to continue.The Case of the Crash Diet - Continued.The woman was

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It had been a busy year. Matt and Annie had broken up, gained weight, gotten back together, gained more weight, moved in together and gained even more weight. Then Matt got a raise, Annie quit her job and they really started to gain weight.Things had finally settled into the new routine. Matt made occasional office visits, though he could do most of his work from home via telephone and

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-1848098768569139482008-06-16T20:31:00.001-04:002008-06-16T20:32:19.837-04:00

Sheila awoke to Basil gently prodding her shoulder. "I want to hear the revenge story."She rubbed her eyes and rolled over. "Food first, then story."Basil grunted and left the room. He came back with his cart full of food. He stood tapping his feet."I'm going to be a while," She said as she opened the first container of food. "Come back later!"Basil grunted again and left.When he came back

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-67276190328835774802008-06-12T17:32:00.001-04:002008-06-12T17:34:04.632-04:00

Sheila's eyes fluttered open to see Basil standing over the bed, a cart full of food containers right behind him. "Finish the food, finish the story, or else." He left her alone.Sheila groaned at the thought of eating more, but she simply had no other option. She certainly wasn't going to let Basil kill her, and she definitely wasn't going to let him move on to his next murder.Basil

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Karen was buzzing with excitement. Tonight was her very first date with Michael, outside of seeing him at the club of course. They had fun there, but with the music and crowd, it was tough to have a real conversation.It took her ages to finally settle on something to wear. MOst of her fat clothes were geared towards the club, not nice dinner out. She managed to mix and match her way to

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Sheila was woken up by the sound of Basil coming into her cell. "Tell me about the Heiress," he demanded."Oh, I'm too hungry to tell you that now, after I eat, I'll tell you the rest," she lied. She was so full she could barely sit up, but managed to do anyway.Basil thought for a moment, got up and paced and then left the room. He came back half an hour later with a cart full of food in the

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-32770017693037216882008-06-04T17:42:00.001-04:002008-06-04T17:43:43.479-04:00

Matt had thought he was fat when he was first dating Annie. Then he gained weight after breaking up and learned what it was like to really be fat.Matt thought he was fat when Annie had moved into his apartment, but now that she'd been feeding him for six months, he knew what it was like to be really fat.When Annie had first moved in, she had gained a lot of weight, and was in fact bigger than

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-80268813580959860142008-06-01T10:58:00.002-04:002008-06-01T10:59:00.148-04:00

Sheila woke up, still sitting in the comfortable chair in Basil's prison. She still felt full, but she felt oddly content. She'd never really felt that way before, but she'd never eaten so much before either. Sheila didn't know how long she'd been awake. She was dozing in the chair, simply enjoying the way she felt. Eventually she realised she would have to get eating, or else she would run

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The city was gripped with fear. An otherwise beautiful summer was being disrupted by the worst serial killings anyone had ever seen. So far 11 people had been killed, all of their bodies found, strangled, their bellies full of food, in places like bakeries and fast food restaurants.Among the victims was the owner of a successful diet centre, a surgeon who performed weight loss surgery, an

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-81183584738505618902008-05-28T17:28:00.001-04:002008-05-28T17:28:42.220-04:00

Okay, it's not really lost. It's not even going to be long either. It IS an update though!London is doing it's damndest to get from winter into summer. Spring seems to be a bit of an oversight this year, it's either blazing hot, or freezing, neither of which really appeal to me.At least the park is green and free of snow! I've been doing lots of walking in the park, in addition to swimming

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-65922875297066185222008-05-07T22:12:00.000-04:002008-05-07T22:13:27.989-04:00

After her tiny roommates had finished tarting themselves up and headed out for their Friday night dancing, Karen took over the kitchen. She had been comfortable over eating in front of them for a while now, but she still liked to have the place to herself when putting together a truly spectacular meal.Her Friday feasts were becoming bigger and bigger, she could feel that she was getting close to

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-62112132138136757212008-05-02T17:40:00.000-04:002008-05-02T17:41:28.502-04:00

Matt woke up early. He looked over at the alarm clock, he still had an hour to sleep. A moment after closing his eyes to go back to sleep he realised why he'd woken up: he could smell bacon! Without even looking Matt could tell Annie wasn't in the bed. The mattress just wasn't squished enough. She was making herself another big breakfast. Matt closed his eyes again, he wanted a little more

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-16956986643061299592008-04-16T18:58:00.000-04:002008-04-16T18:59:23.139-04:00

Karen was in absolute bliss after Michael had turned his attentions from Andrea to her. She liked Andrea, and figured they might've been friends if they weren't rivalling over Michael. She might even feel bad that Andrea had gotten too big to dance for her boyfriend and had lost him. However, since Andrea's misfortune was Karen's gain, she couldn't help but smile over the next few weeks as

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-74408587799587994952008-04-15T17:30:00.001-04:002008-04-15T17:30:51.075-04:00

No, it wasn't an earthquake you felt, it was just me going for a walk at 167 pounds. Luckily for all you amateur seismologists, I rarely walk further than the fridge these days.I may have only gained 11 pounds in the last month, but it feels like more. Before I was soft and jiggly, but now I'm entering the realm of flabby and sagging. Everything that has grown bigger has now started to move

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-43953017273466942242008-03-31T18:25:00.000-04:002008-03-31T18:26:01.374-04:00

Annie hated Shawn from the minute they met. Shawn was tall, good looking, charming and fit. He exercised regularly, and watched what he ate. Annie had dated men just like him for years, which made it easy to hate him as soon as they met.Annie herself was a tall woman, good looking, charming and fit. It was only natural for her to date men like her: it's what everyone expected. She was only

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-29236383240123471012008-03-29T08:05:00.001-04:002008-03-29T08:05:49.217-04:00

Karen had gotten to the club rather early this particular Thursday. The outfit she had on was much tighter than she'd thought it would be, and she didn't want to give her roommates a chance to taunt her about it. She didn't really mind gaining weight, but she was still self conscious about it around her lithe roommates.She caught Tim, the bartender, by surprise; normally he had a drink and a

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-44367745456191853372008-03-25T17:50:00.000-04:002008-03-25T17:51:18.945-04:00

Annie spent the next week staying in at his apartment... their apartment. She just wore a robe that she'd bought him a while ago. When she'd bought it, it seemed huge, but it was tight on him now, and he wasn't sure if she could tie it up or not. He certainly didn't mind seeing her sitting on the couch with her belly and breasts hanging out.Even though Matt was learning how much Annie could

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-11467100072059912562008-03-24T18:38:00.001-04:002008-03-24T18:40:10.288-04:00

As I've settled into my new life of sedentary overeating, tightening clothes and excessive jiggling, it was difficult to generate weekly updates with hard hitting insights, so the column has shifted focus to being a monthly feature. Luckily I've been able to cover for our food critic who has taken time to write his book about European cuisine.I know that food critics often order several dishes,

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-91905323661459457362008-03-05T21:16:00.000-05:002008-03-05T21:17:33.812-05:00

There's a LOT of snow today! Really killed traffic flow, but everyone got where they needed to go, safe and sound. House hunting has been going well. It's tough to say exactly what I want, but the more I see, the better idea of what we're going to get is emerging. Originally we'd planned to buy an existing house, but now we're leaning towards building one. It doesn't really cost more, and

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-76507352582455212532008-03-01T09:49:00.001-05:002008-03-01T09:53:06.500-05:00

Thursday nights had been tough for Karen. For a while she was the smallest girl in the bar, and she could feel the men ignoring her, and the women avoiding her. She danced, of course, and sometimes she had someone to dance with, usually someone who had strayed in unware the bar would be full of fat women. The only thing that kept her coming was knowing that if she didn't, she'd never have the

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-41948152409298631152008-02-21T17:55:00.000-05:002008-02-21T17:56:28.140-05:00

Karen sat down to eat her breakfast Saturday morning. She liked Saturday mornings; her roommates always slept in, if they were home at all, after their busy night out dancing. She had the kitchen to herself to make up a good breakfast, and eat it without interruption.Except today.One of her friends wandered bleary eyed into the kitchen looking for some sort of hangover cure before realising

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-28609367576399662392008-02-05T20:28:00.000-05:002008-02-05T20:30:09.472-05:00

Okay, we're house hunting, I'm busy with work and Paul, and working out. Ian's busy with work and working out.We're busy.I haven't had much inspired to post lately, so my blog is taking a time out.If I'm inspired, I will post, if not, I won't.If you need to reach me, I'm sure you can find a way.Char

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-18558147920832957792008-01-30T17:28:00.000-05:002008-01-30T17:29:26.581-05:00

It is amasing how fast a winterwonderland can turn into a frozen hell. (To anyone who uses the expression 'when hell freezes over' has never been outside when it's minus 20. It is hell.) Everything is covered in a dull frost, the salt on the roads turns a pasty white; however if you're actually outside, you can't look around for fear of the wind blasting your eyeballs out.The worst part is

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-830331877903576992008-01-23T20:17:00.000-05:002008-01-23T20:18:06.617-05:00

I know that winter can be long, dreary, cold and miserable. I also know that winter can the source of a light, fluffy, magical snowfall. I can say this because I don't have to shovel, but the last couple of days we've gotten magnificant snow falls, couldn't ask for anything better really. They're not enough to bring the city to a standstill, but plenty enough to cover trees, houses and

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-59981612390318730962008-01-16T16:54:00.001-05:002008-01-16T16:54:51.842-05:00

I'm back to 499 pounds, with any luck that's the last time I'll be crossing 500 pounds for a while. If not I won't be too broken up about it, but all the same, I'd like to get to 280 as fast as I can, and have another baby or two.Then I can think about 500 pounds again.It's been a bit of a weird week. Sherry has been told she needs to lose weight for work. She's become quite buff, and I guess

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-67720913968879377402008-01-08T21:37:00.000-05:002008-01-08T21:44:11.703-05:00

Karen was so full she could hardly move. It had been a week since she'd started eating as much as she could, and she still wasn't used to it. There was a part of her that thought she was out of her mind. But that part lost out to the part that saw gaining weight as the only way to interest Michael. Her clothes still fit, though they felt a little tight. Karen wondered if she really had

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-38079860621926064772008-01-03T22:16:00.001-05:002008-01-03T22:16:47.586-05:00

I broke 500 again. This would be my third time, twice going over, once dropping under. Won't be long before I break 500 a fourth time. I hope. Obviously, at 503 pounds I've been enjoying my holidays, and haven't been doing a lot of genuine exercise. I'm back home now, it'll be easier to get back on track with eating normally and getting in the pool. It will be a bit tougher without Sherry,

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-71672875543074579672007-12-31T16:28:00.001-05:002007-12-31T16:28:54.820-05:00

We're back home, I'm back at work, and it's been a fun holidays. Paul is old enough to appreciate how exciting everything is. It makes things very interesting as parents, but when all is said and done, the ups far exceed the downs, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Seeing friends and family is always the highlight of the holidays, especially when you have left town and just don't get to see

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-78366312922035123172007-12-18T17:24:00.000-05:002007-12-18T17:25:10.024-05:00

At 144 pounds, it's becoming impossible to convince myself I'm not fat, and I've still got a lot more weight to gain. I've also discovered what it takes to truly feel fat: the jiggle. The other day I was running to catch an elevator, and I had the oddest, sensation, like my stomach was bouncing up and down. It turns out, my stomach was bouncing up and down! I understand that this is part of

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-37626888639202376422007-12-13T17:51:00.000-05:002007-12-13T17:52:03.237-05:00

Matt woke up, his stomach still full from the food he ate with Annie last night. He slowly rolled over in bed, careful not to disturb his stomach too much, and careful not to wake Annie. When he finally was around facing her, he realised she was awake and looking him in the eyes.She smiled, and leaned in to kiss him. She stopped short, their bellies were firmly pressed together, but their lips

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-84262612220255621832007-12-12T19:15:00.000-05:002007-12-12T19:16:12.071-05:00

It's time for another Wednesday Weigh In!Charlotte (that's me): 501 PoundsI've been working pretty good. I'm still mostly working the pool doing aquafit stuff, but a couple times a week now I'm doing weights with Sherry. Nothing impressive, I've probably eaten lunches bigger than the weights I'm using, but I can feel it. She's got me dialed in where it hurts, but not so much that I hate it.

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-77439429330361663882007-12-10T19:11:00.001-05:002007-12-10T19:11:59.951-05:00

Karen was holding her breath. She wasn't anticipating anything in particular, just trying to make sure she didn't burst out of her clothing. She'd been gaining weight for a few months now, and even her most generous 'fat clothes' were uncomfortably tight.Karen did like that her bulging clothes gained attention on Thursday nights, and she was looking forward to wearing bigger clothes, but she

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-49670865883887914392007-12-06T19:54:00.001-05:002007-12-06T19:54:50.293-05:00

Whenever I've met up with people lately, they always say, "there's something different about you." I always wait a moment for them to ask, and they always say, "you look fantastic, you look so happy." A few ask my secret, a few even ask if I'm in love. I confess, I am in love. I'm in love with chocolate, and chocolate has finally reciprocated! Now that it's no longer a sinful secret, I've

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-65902131651664555932007-12-03T18:12:00.000-05:002007-12-03T18:18:44.786-05:00

Matt was busy cleaning up his apartment. He hated cleaning, it gave him time to think; but since he hated cleaning it always gave him miserable thoughts. There was always so much to do. There was laundry to fold, he always tried to keep ahead of it, but just never really got day's laundry put away before it was time to wash again. He knew a lot of the clothes didn't fit any more, but he never

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-67322605309555999612007-11-28T20:35:00.000-05:002007-11-28T20:36:34.846-05:00

We had out American Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday, since we had to work on American Thanksgiving (and Stephen Harper was supposedly going to turn us in mini-USA).It's the first big meal I've made since Canadian Thanksgiving, so I was looking forward to it. I didn't to anything extraordinary, turkey, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, steamed veggies, gravy, stuffing, store bought cranberry sauce

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-26042376389866965102007-11-26T18:39:00.000-05:002007-11-26T18:41:09.839-05:00

They say time flies, and for me it certainly has. Four weeks since I began this assignment? Impossible, it feels like I just started yesterday.And yet, upon further reflection, has it really been only four weeks? Was it just four weeks ago that I would rather go to the gym than read a book? Could I really have had a breakfast without doughnuts just four weeks? Has it really been 28 days

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-91212104570497338162007-11-21T18:39:00.001-05:002007-11-21T18:39:39.691-05:00

Sherry is giving us a one day pass on our diets so I can make an American Thanksgiving this weekend. She knows I really do love to make a big meal like that, and she really wants to have it, so that's what I'll be up to this Saturday. I'm not sure what I'm looking forward to the most: cooking or eating!I do know it'll be my smallest Thanksgiving dinner in years, hope I can scale it back okay.

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-72627920307801758322007-11-20T19:08:00.001-05:002007-11-20T19:10:16.140-05:00

I've been tying myself in knots trying to ensure I was telling original stories that seemed plausible enough. I figure the plausibility is important, even if it's not entirely realistic. I'm trying to appeal to the 'it would be so cool if that happened' part of the brain, while avoiding the 'that's impossible' part.There's only so much I can accomplish with my skill level, and I might have hit

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-50668021311266903302007-11-14T22:20:00.000-05:002007-11-14T22:23:09.193-05:00

Vivian lived in a shallow, vapid and desperately lonely world. Life hadn't always been this way for the statuesque blonde. She had spent a long time trapped in a quiet, ordinary and contemplative lonely world. She was ready to trade back to her old life.Vivian had always been tall. She was always the tallest girl in her class, and until high school, often the tallest student in her class.

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-78123252527969629032007-11-13T18:15:00.001-05:002007-11-13T18:16:19.598-05:00

I've hit a bit of a creative dry spell. I've written dozens of fragments, but nothing that I'm happy with, certainly nothing with a 'beginning, middle and end'. It's possible that I'm raising my standards, or it's possible that the well has run dry for now.I've been trying to write another chapter of Geraldine's story, not as an episode of the show, but how her life is changing. It's hard for

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-1260795028924174032007-11-06T17:16:00.001-05:002007-11-06T17:17:58.615-05:00

The day after Matt finally learned that Annie not only liked his extra weight, but had been trying to get him to gain weight was one of the best days of his life. He'd loved Annie so thoroughly, and was so sure that he'd ruined things with her that he might never find happiness again. He'd also come to believe that eating, gaining weight and being fat might be a path to happiness. He'd never

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-78454127962061502992007-11-05T18:57:00.000-05:002007-11-05T20:15:53.307-05:00

It was just one of those mornings where nothing went right. Ryan forgot to set his alarm, so he overslept. His shower was cold (at least that helped him keep it short), the coffee maker created sludge, and the bagel he hoped to eat on the way was mouldy. Worst of all, he was going to catch a later train, and be late to work.One thing that Ryantruly hated was taking a later train. He liked to get

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-5818814693682741112007-11-02T18:41:00.001-04:002007-11-06T17:23:27.974-05:00

Ellen was alive again. When Ryan had told her that he'd like to see her gain weight, it was like waking from some awful nightmare. No longer did she have to torture herself to fit into some sort of brutal socially ideal size. Gone were the days of carefully planning to ensure she got exactly the nutrients and calories she needed without a bit more. Ellen was going to live the life she was

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-20385410748338702772007-11-01T20:05:00.000-04:002007-11-01T20:06:29.554-04:00

Ellen felt lighter than she'd ever felt before. It wasn't because she'd lost weight though; it was because she was so happy at having met Ryan. Her friends always told her how special it was to find someone that makes you happy. She'd always dismissed their claims, but now she got it. She really did feel like she was floating through life. She couldn't wait to see Ryan again!

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-54752136661989418002007-10-31T20:08:00.000-04:002007-10-31T20:09:41.179-04:00

It's time for my Wednesday Weigh-In. Now that Sherry has me into a routine of moving every day, I'm really starting to feel it. At 514 I'm not tiny or anything, but I can feel the difference now. I'm getting past the point of feeling like it's all too much, and starting to feel like it's just another part of the day. I remember Ian going through this, but I have several advantages over him.

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-74568289410931394662007-10-31T20:06:00.000-04:002007-10-31T20:07:56.796-04:00

Ellen was in a state of confusion. She's always been fat, fat as a teenager, fatter in college, and ever fatter as an adult. She finally took steps to lose weight, and suddenly she meets Ryan, who tells her that there are men who actually like women who are fat. And then she doesn't see him for two weeks. Was he playing a joke on her? Did she only hear what she wanted to hear? Was it really

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-1092635586140323712007-10-30T14:44:00.001-04:002007-10-30T14:45:33.848-04:00

A sick day is never fun. Especially when you're the victim of a full body dry hacking cough.On the plus side, I'm getting plenty of exercise hacking up a lung.My new lifestyle is going pretty well. Been spending plenty of time in the pool, less time in the kitchen, and I've dropped 5 pounds so far. I'm not in danger of slipping down the drain any time soon, but it's still progress, which is

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-25605287019854896282007-10-29T17:51:00.000-04:002007-10-29T17:52:06.602-04:00

Karen had always found that wearing heels was an instant way to a man's heart. They pushed her legs up, and turned her well defined dancers muscles into a shape as close to perfect feminity as she could imagine. That alone was enough to turn men into putty. Then, with the right amount of heel, it would be easier to look a man in the eyes, to kiss him without moving too much, to hang her hands

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-66746016692910986832007-10-26T22:11:00.000-04:002007-10-26T22:12:10.233-04:00

As a journalist I'm in a tough position, I want to write a piece that is unbiased as possible. It's my job to report the facts, and then leave my readers to draw their conclusion. However, this series is about my experiences, it is, in essence, my own opinion. So, for example, a good journalist would never say that 'She is turning into a fat slob.' However, as the subject of a story about

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-60743775117102448132007-10-25T19:37:00.000-04:002007-10-25T19:38:20.813-04:00

A black screen. A loud resounding thump. The screen is white, but out of focus. Another resounding thump, the camera jumps slightly with it. The screen focuses, it's a white tiled floor. A third thump is heard, the camera jumps again, it's getting closer. The camera pans around something fuzzy and green is approaching. Another thump as the fuzzy green shape fills the frame. The camera pulls back,

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-44263678165541073542007-10-23T17:50:00.000-04:002007-10-23T17:51:35.662-04:00

Matt was sitting on the couch, working his way through a bucket of fried chicken and a box of fries and gravy. It had been a few days since Annie had stormed out of his apartment, and he still wasn't sure what happened exactly. He still loved her, he knew that's what formed the ache deep down inside him. He wasn't very nice to her, and he wasn't sure why. He was just so used to having time to

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-70881320515579197872007-10-22T19:11:00.000-04:002007-10-22T19:13:06.874-04:00

Ellen looked in the mirror, examining herself from different angles. She couldn't see the problem. Sure, she was fat, but she had excellent skin, luxurious hair, and her face was at least 'girl next door'. She knew she was biased, but she had been told enough times that she had 'such a pretty face, if she only lost some weight', it was probably true.Ellen had always been fat. Her parents were

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-806543696716098892007-10-17T17:22:00.001-04:002007-10-17T17:22:48.835-04:00

Karen could feel herself being watched. She was arguably the hottest girl dancing on the risers that Friday night, and she was arguably the best dancer of the group too. She knew she had an appreciative audience, and she was doing her best to give them something to appreciate. On her best nights, of which most were, she could get into a zone where she could perform at a top level for longer

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-71076363220348724482007-10-16T17:25:00.001-04:002007-10-16T17:25:31.915-04:00

I'm sorry that my fiction has come to bit of a halt. Work has become incredibly busy, so I have to spend my time working, rather than coming up with something interesting to write. At home I'm going to the pool to exercise, so I've got less time to goof around, and when I do have the time, I don't really have the energy. My creativity has also run a little dry. I'm sure it has to do with lack

Charlottehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14994428782179338451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442382.post-56846835418435751752007-10-11T19:50:00.000-04:002007-10-11T19:51:07.816-04:00

It's a dream assignment, I can, nay, must eat everything I want. At least, it seemed like a dream assignment. It turns out eating everything I want isn't enough, I need to eat everything I see, and let me tell you, food really is everywhere! At the end of the day I've eaten so much I can barely move, and at night I lay awake wondering if I've eaten enough. There's more to it than simply eating

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It's kind of snuck up on me, but today was the proverbial 'first day of the rest of my life'. Or at the very least the first day of another chapter. Today's the day I changed my lifestyle with a goal of getting to a reasonable baby bearing weight. I'd like to get to 250. 280 is fine. We'll see how I feel at 350 though. So there's a while to go. I'd always considered one big weekend to sort

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The TV Turns on.A woman's hand reaches for a bowl of chips.It's the 'The Stumbles', a movie revolving around an family of spies who can never seem to get anything right, except for saving the world. The woman's hand reaches for a bottle of Coca-Cola.Megan Stewart played a Stumble Cousin who helps out in a car chase.The TV channel changes, it's now 'Dino Attack', a group of explorers stumble on an

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This is it, I've reached my tipping point. I want a baby more than I want to be fat. Next week I'll begin my new lifestyle. Why now? Well, it makes sense, the holiday season is always a time when routines change, so, if my routine is going to change, might as well make the change I want. Also, if I wait until next year, the gyms will be busy, and Sherry will be busy, so if I want her help,

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Lillian woke up with the sun peaking out from behind her blinds. She was tucked warmly, comfortably under the blanket. She smiled to herself, happy to enjoy sleeping late on a Saturday morning. She sighed with the realisation that she was probably going to be fully awake in a few moments. She closed her eyes to enjoy those few moments before finally stirring to get out of bed.Even before the

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"So, Matt," Annie smiled from the door way "are you still too fat for me?" Matt's mind boggled at what he was seeing. Here was the love of his life, a spectacular, bright, beautiful woman; a woman he had no business being involved with; at his door. He had broken up with her three months ago because he knew that she deserved better than a fat slob like him, and he knew that it was only a matter

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