(Written 5/09/13)
What’s better than being told by a doctor that you’re fat? Being told you’re fat at EVERY appointment.
Before I got pregnant, I was 5’4″ and 180lbs. I weighed 135lbs on my wedding day – and I was too damn skinny. For my height, American Medicine says I should be between 140 and 150. When I’m actually that weight, I am more depressed, I can’t sleep, and I am a very disagreeable person. When I’m in the 160s to 170s, I am happy, healthy, and ready for more life. In my 180s, I’m still happy and ready for life but I enjoy eating barbecue.
So now in this pregnancy, I am 11 weeks and have lost 3 pounds. But do I hear a “good job on losing weight?” or a “Your blood pressure and tests all came back healthy”? Nope. I get “Because you’re starting out so overweight, you should only gain about 10 pounds with this pregnancy,” and “We’re going to do an early glucose test just to make sure you don’t have gestational diabetes this time. Even though we know you didn’t have it last time. And you may have to take it again at 20 weeks, even if it comes back negative.”
I’m sorry that I’m not sorry. I would rather be 160 than 140. Unfortunately I’m neither of those numbers, but I’m eating better now than I have in years. I don’t exercise because all I want to do is sleep and/or throw up. I can barely carry my toddler up the stairs without wanting to hurl. But I digress.
The biggest thing that bugs me is that I’M NOT EVEN FAT! I still wear a size Medium maternity pant and a size 10 dress. I’m smaller than the average American. The only thing “fat” about me is my boobs. After years of trying, the girls won’t shrink no matter how much weight I lose. Thanks, genes.
I’m going to semi-ignore the doctors and continue giving my body what it needs: healthy food and moderate exercise.
[ end rant ]







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