I’ve been enjoying my recent amusement of talking to the new friend I’ve made. We spend a lot of time texting each other. It’s kinda nice to make a new friend – especially one who wasn’t kinky to start off with. We have a couple who we’re friends with that we met at the local kink group, but meeting and getting along with a new person who is relatively innocent is kinda fun. He even knows about the sex toys and whatnot, and he hasn’t run off! So that’s something.

I still get nervous about the boyfriend though. Boyfriend always comes first and always will, but I don’t want him to think he’s ever second – even if I’m uber-excited about the new friend at the moment. I know it’s a matter of being open and communicating about it, but there’s always the paranoia that it bothers him but he doesn’t say so. His threesomes/playing with that kinky couple have never really bothered him, but I trust “me” to be telling the truth about my paranoia; does that make sense?

This new friend is also from the an eastern country (not the US). This doesn’t matter at all, but it’s certainly amazing for me to learn about and see someone else’s culture. (I think it’s part of being a Psychology major – loving learning about other human behaviors). I think the biggest thing I notice is his difference in food. He really hates most processed foods and most fast food; his entire fridge is made up of fruits, veggies, meats, and spices/cheeses, and he makes his own food. Our entire fridge has absolutely no fresh, well, anything. There’s soda, orange juice, Slim-Fast, waters, alcohol, lemonade, and all sorts of refreshments, but you’ll rarely actually find food in our fridge.

So, he’s been nagging at me to try cooking. Since I really have been attempting to be heathier lately (attempting), I’ve really wanted to try eating healthier. So cooking seems like a logical step, so I actually picked up some ingredients to make a Hungry Girl recipe this morning. It wasn’t too hard to make, but I sadly have to admit that it tasted pretty icky. The food itself was alright, but the noodles were somewhat slimey. I think this is because, as this is Iowa, the noodles that the recipe called for are not available in any of our local stores, so I had to pick up a different type of noodle. So it didn’t taste nearly as delicious. I couldn’t stand it, but the boyfriend ate all of his. However, it wasn’t too hard to make, and aside from the mess in the kitchen (which the boyfriend mostly cleans up), it was kinda fun to make. So I have more recipes to look into and try out, and everything will hopefully work out when I find a really good one.

So, here’s the “ingredients” before and after. Granted, the after looks like poo, but hey – this is quite possibly the first thing I’ve ever “cooked”. I bake on occasion, but it’s always sweets, so this is like my first cooking experiment!

The ingredients before-hand.

The ingredients after. You can see that the boyfriend finished all his. My bowl, not so much.

So, I’ve made a new “friend”. I’ve been on CraigsList for the past week attempting to find someone to talk to or flirt with as the boyfriend and his friends have left me relatively antisocial lately – to the point of really being sad because I wasn’t feeling sexually attractive or alluring. So while doing that, I managed to talk to one guy who seems really awesome. And that’s the best description I have for him. He’s Asian (which, squee!), seems sexually and personality-like submissive, and is a gamer. He seems like a genuinely nice guy, and he seems very innocent. I did a semi-stupid thing by going to his apartment at 11pm to meet him, but my instincts said he’d be alright, and I set up safe calls and kept the boyfriend informed about it. And my instincts were right!

He was very demure and subtle (and also giggled nervously for quite a bit), but when I’ve done some research (as he’s an international student here studying abroad), it’s relatively normal for his culture. We sat around and talked for about two hours, and we talked about bondage and lots of other fun stuff. His apartment is relatively barren (again, being studying abroad), but I had a good time, and we’ve been texting ever since. I’m surprisingly excited to hang out with him again.

I’ve been eating in “maintenence mode” for the last couple days now as my weight has been steady for the past week (if I don’t see at least a .2 change up/down in a week, it’s really, really, weird for my normal. I normally will retain or lose at least something every couple days.). For my body weight, maintaining calories runs at about 2,800 calories a day. Going from a 1,200/1,400 calorie-a-day diet up to 2,800 is pretty insane. It has made me realize something:

The only reason I have for gaining as much weight as I did is pure ignorance. I am usually full, food-wise, on about 2,000 calories a day, and eating much more than that is something I’m doing purely to hit my “maintaining” goal (and hopefully break this plateau). I had been eating so much crap before purely because I didn’t know better and I was ignorant about actually caring about it. My clothes didn’t seem to fit any worse, but I’m not sure how I managed to gain 60 pounds without actually “knowing” I did. I’m sure for those of you who are 120 pound, that seems huge, but it would have probably been the equivalent of you gaining 20 pounds frame-wise.