Chapter 4 - Exercise Bug

Claire as she had told me on one of our earlier dates had always been quite an athletic person. Through school she had been in a variety of sports teams and followed it through into uni by joining the netball team. This meant a couple of evening practises a week, with matches on a Wednesday afternoon and it certainly meant the burning of plenty of calories.

So I had decided I did not mind if Claire was always the size she was, surely if I could find a way to fatten her up a little, I wasn’t a bad person. Her metabolism seemed to be good and even the extra food from our dates were having little effect on her almost none existent tummy. If only I could get her to miss some of her netball, then maybe I might just see some benefit.

Offering that other kind of exercise would only work occasionally, because like she said “we could do that any time.” So I had to be more inventive in my approach, but what could I do? Nothing really came to me other than the odd reason every now and then like “I tried to get the tickets later but there weren’t any left” and “I thought the practise was on Tuesday nights so I arranged for us to go out.”

Well it just was not working at all well, she would go to pretty much every practise and match there was. Then I got a touch of good fortune in her misfortune, while playing one afternoon she had broken her ankle. This was an opportunity not to be missed out on, two whole months where she could not play netball. Firstly I had to insure to fill the spare time she now had with other things she would enjoy but would be far less energetic.

Secondly I had to make the most of the time we spent lounging around at either hers or my flat. One such evening when she would have been playing I got in a decent size meal each, a couple of DVDs, a couple of bottles of wine and plenty of snacks. She polished off the meal of pizza and garlic bread with out any problem pretty much as I had come too expected, but the test would come later.

We both snuggled up to watch the films, both romantic comedies well a guy has to make sacrifices. First before bringing out any more food it would need a few more glasses of wine. When the first film was over and we were getting ready for the second I brought out large bag of M&Ms, much to my delight see was delving into the bag at regular intervals not giving it a second thought. Half way through the film the half pound bag had been finished mainly by her and I quickly pulled out a similar size bag of jelly babies. These along with the rest of the wine were finished by the end of the film. That night I could not help but notice how her little tummy had swollen up like a little ball.

By the end of the two month spent much the same as that night she had put on about six pounds and must have put her weight at around the one hundred and ten pound mark. She was now healed enough to go back to play. As she was getting ready I could not help but notice how tight her little skirt and blouse had become having not worn them for two months. She came back that evening shattered, but said that she had really enjoyed herself. Although when the team was announced for the following week she found her name was not on the list. As the weeks continued to progress she started only going to training about once every couple weeks. I was pleased she was still doing some exercise but also thrilled that it was not enough to burn all the weight she had gained recently away again.