This picture was taken two days after Thanks Giving and as you can see I was still stuffed without a sign of swelling back to my previous size. If I had to guess I would say I gained ten pounds by that dinner alone, but who knows? Our bathroom scale broke last week and ever since everything has just been a guessing game to me and my boyfriend.
And while we're talking about him: He's such a good feeder. A gaining dream come true. Right now I'm waiting for him to serve me a big tray of lasagne and the smell is almost enough for me to lose it.
As you can see our kitchen table is becoming sort of a problem for me. After this meal, I'll be so fucking bloated again that I can't reach for the plate anymore. Then my boyfriend has to feed me again. He likes feeding me anyway, so why wait for it?
I guess I'll take all coming meals on the couch in the living room. This way I have to move around less which is always a good thing.
I end this entry with my next weight goal: 550 pounds of pure manliness. Therefore we have to buy a new bathroom scale but that shouldn't be a problem.