Saturday

I took her out Saturday. First things first I got her a hot dog, she loves the ones on the market with the cheese. I got one too with onions and after that I got us both a bag of fresh donuts and some pepsi. I took us around the shops, treated her to a new outfit. She doesn't have many left that fit so every couple of weeks I treat her to something. She's fit into a couple of size 20's from a plus size shop, in any other she would be 22 maybe 24. Primark wouldn't even get anything over her ass anymore.

She does a twirl for me in the changing room, I note that her ass is getting a noticeable shelf. I'll be happy with it when I can rest my pint on it, but even so I'm getting aroused. I tell her it looks good and we get it and head home. We take the dog for a short walk and she builds up an appetite again. Good for her though I'm taking her to the cinema, she has a big popcorn. We sit down and she asks 'where's yours' as she tucks in. I know shes joking but I let her crack on. We have a large Pepsi between us, she has more than her fair share of that and at least half the popcorn.

I make her a stirfry in the evening, noodles and beef strips, she scoffs the whole plate and leans back in pain. Without asking I take her clean plate and replace it with a quarter of a cheesecake and a rum and coke. She doesn't even argue, she takes it gratefully.

When she's finished we lay there watching Jessica Jones and she tells me about her mum coming over the day before. She wasn't expecting her but as it was mother's day coming up she had a card and gift ready for her. She was embarrassed about the state of the house, she hadn't cleaned everything yet and worse still the recycle bin, which is just a shopping basket sat on the kitchen counter, was full of evidence of her junk food indulgence. Pizza boxes, Pepsi bottles, cheesecake boxes, she thanked god she couldn't see what was in the bin, all the snickers wrappers and yogurt pots. Her mum has told her off before for her weight gain. She didn't mind when she was 12 stone after having the kids, she understood that. But my influence took a serious toll on her body. Her belly poked out under her t-shirt and her jogging bottoms hung tightly to her lower back showing off her shelf bootay. She asked her if she was still using the treadmill and she obviously lied and said yes. She probably noticed all the junk food she'd been putting away and said nothing else but gave her a strange look.

On the way out her mum mentioned she was going to start Slimming World and that she should come with her. She said she needed to do something now before she put on 'any real weight.' Oh that made me laugh. She couldn't if she wanted to, nobody would be able to sit with the kids long enough.

I was relieved that she didn't agree to go, it always worries me that she might do something about her weight. But then she asks for her ice cream tub and I know she's in no danger of losing a single pound right now...