I know what you’re all going to say. It’s words I’ve heard many times before. “You’re TOO skinny to worry about your weight!”
That may be true in your eyes. But whether you’re big, small, overweight, underweight, or just right…the numbers on the scale usually mean something to you. Either you’re underweight and want to gain, you’re just right and want to maintain, or you’re too big and want to lose. Whatever your reason, we all have our issues with weight. Some of us have more issues with it than others.
I was always very thin growing up. My dad used to ask my mom if I was sick (haha dads!). I wasn’t, I was just tall and lanky. When I got to high school I definitely gained the “freshman 15″…if not the “freshman 25”. It was pretty new to me, and I was in no way overweight, but it was the first time I really thought about my weight being an issue. I knew I felt different and that was related to the numbers on a scale. I developed a tad of an issue with the numbers that I saw and, though never taught this, knew I was “fat”. Again, I wasn’t. I started restricting my diet in an unhealthy way and it really only made me feel worse about myself. And when I would give in to something unhealthy…I thought it was the end of the world.
Although I never actually became physically anorexic (losing a dangerous amount of weight), I did have a lot of the symptoms, mentally. I never sought help or counselling, but I eventually overcame it.
Skip to age 18. I started to feel better about myself. I ended an unhealthy relationship and started learning healthy eating habits from my older sister. I now knew that the answer to this whole weight thing wasn’t necessarily the numbers on the scale or restricting the numbers in your diet. The key was portion control and picking wise choices, while still allowing yourself to indulge every now and then. This worked for me and not only did my physical health improve, but my mental health as well. I have to say that the summer of 18, I was at my peak of great shape. I loved my body and was so much more confident in myself as a person.
That was also the summer I “met” my husband. I say “met” because we had actually met years before, but never spoken. He worked at my parent’s cafe and I was best friends with his little sister. We hit it off and immediately became friends. At this point in my life I wasn’t afraid to be “just friends” with a boy I liked. I knew it was the way to go before starting a relationship, and I was confident in myself enough to know that any good guy would wait until I was comfortable with a relationship. He did…and 2 1/2 years later we got married, but that’s a whole other story.
As I have grown older, I have only become more confident in my body. I haven’t been at my peak of great shape for some time now, but that’s just because I fell in love and let myself indulge in life (not something I regret at all).
Now, to the point of this post. Pregnancy. Pregnancy is a whole new way of looking at my body…and I have to say, those numbers on the scale are coming back to haunt me. I’ve gained most of my weight in the first half of my pregnancy (at least i HOPE so!). 23 lbs up at 24 weeks pregnant. I now weigh 155 lbs…this is what I weighed in high school when this whole thing started. That’s hasn’t been the hardest thing to accept, though. The hardest thing has been that I know I’m going to get bigger! I’m expecting to top out at 165-167 which will be a total gain of 35 lbs. Not bad. Not bad at all when speaking medically. But, boy, is it hard watching myself go from thin and bony to plump and round. HAHA so PLUMP and so ROUND!
My husband and I have been doing paleo/primal eating and so far in the last few weeks my weight gain has plateaued. I’m relieved to say the least. I heard from some moms that you gain the most in the end…and that freaked me out! But I think I’m proving to be just the opposite. I’m relearning all about my body once again, and it hasn’t been easy, but I think I’m finally starting to embrace my bump..and all around “round” figure.
My hubby isn’t minding is much either 😉
So I’m just wondering how many of you mamas or mamas to be felt/feel about your weight gain throughout pregnancy. Did you end up with the number you thought you would? Did you cover your eyes at doctor’s when you stepped on the scale? Did you lose your weight after birth? How long did it take you?