I Was Dating A Feeder
10 July 2006Over the past two years I had noticed that I was gradually putting on weight. I didn’t think a whole lot of it, and put it down to turning 25 which is when I assumed my body was deciding that it needed to put on some weight to let me gently squeeze out a bunch of lovely babies. I assumed this was just what happened once you hit 25. I had thought I was just a skinny girl, but had come to terms with the fact that perhaps that was going to change.
For reference, here is a photo of me in December 2003 when I was living in Houston. This was two months before I started living with my ex-boyfriend:
Now compare that to me in January 2006 when I was living in Belgium, after living with my boyfriends for almost two years:
I think it is plainly clear that there are some obvious differences here. Especially when you take into consideration that I moved out of the apartment I shared with my ex only one month ago and this is what I look like today (well, actually yesterday):
The only obvious explanation for this is that he was a feeder. He used to fry everything in butter and serve big portions. And the more weight I put on the more he grabbed my ass. I can only imagine what his goal was – probably me, 500lbs, stuck in a bed all day watching Oprah to eventually have a heart problem and/or diabetes and to have to be craned out from the hole left in the bedroom wall from the window being removed and being wheeled away on a trailer with a mattress.
God that’s a sexy thought.
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The real question is: Where Do They Wheel Them?!
My ex not only used to feed me, he used to hinder me from going places and doing things. Like, if I wanted to go for a walk, he’d say “nnnn wait for meeee” and then play video games all day and not walk, while I waited. Perhaps that could also be a factor.
As long as when your lying on the beach no one tries to put you back in the water!
um, when did you take up smoking again? any connection to the weightloss maybe? :)
hahahaha!
seriously tho – it looks good on you :)
(but then again ann accuse me of being a feeder too)
Maybe he looked at you and thought you could do with a bit of fattening up. I find you put on weight in relationships because you feel happy and you want to add to this by eating yummy stuff too. Once you are single again you become (sounds terrible) a kind of commodity on the market and you want yourself to look your best. You weren’t worried about this before becuse you were under the control of the feeder. Sounds like you’re having fun. Wellington is tiny though, that can be good and bad I’m sure.
So will we see a breathtaking sequel to “Ani vs. The Weather” in the form of “Ani vs. Adiposity”? Run girl, run! :)
WHY CAN I NOT COMMENT ON YOUR LATEST ENTRY?
P.S. I H8 U (see also: heart you), COME VISIT. plz. move into my apartment, kill two birds with one stone~!
I don’t understand why that was happening, but it seems to work now. Could be because I’m moving servers and any new comments will be lost.
I think I may work on the coming to Auckland thing…