Well, its finally reached the point where I have realized that my weight is a problem. Actually, its not my weight at all. Its my size. I have been between 168-170lbs for 3 years now. Even when I was pregnant with Baby E and had the utterly awful gestational diabetes, I only gained 26 lbs my whole pregnancy. I lost it all within a week of having him so I can’t even blame it on the baby. And there is no use in blaming it on Big M because I was still pretty much a teenager then and I lost it and the belly immediately. I actually went down a dress size after having him.
So pretty much my weight is fine. I am just fat. Great. Thank you, doctor.
I am steadily increasing my waist size even though my weight is not going up. I was an 8 in college, a 10 when I graduated. Now I am a 12 and some of those pants are tight! What is up with that? Someone please tell me how even though I have cut out the caffeine, I drink more water than ever before, and I am eating at a decent hour at night, I am still gaining inches! Not fair. I don’t even like fast food so we don’t eat out too much. What else can I give up?
So I have decided that I refuse to give up my holidays. I am not giving up anything else for this problem. Its already taken my favorite thing in the world and that is Mountain Dew and sweet tea. I am going to eat as much as I want and not worry about it. I am going to stuff myself with Christmas honey baked ham, green beans, mashed potatoes, homemade gravy, delicious buttery rolls, and the utterly decadent sweet tea made by my grandmother.
Weight problems at the holidays? They can kiss my butt. I will see them on the other side of the New Year…
