Girl, I hear ya. I’ve thought I was fat since I was 8… looking back, what I really was was a sturdily built, athletic tomboy. But the comments from the stick-thin girls about me being fat have stuck with me and even today, I often look at pictures of myself and cringe.
The whole pregnancy weight gain thing was so hard for me last time… I weighed myself everyday, I totally obsessed about it. Granted, I couldn’t DO anything about it beacuse my body was making me eat. (and eat and eat) This time, I’ve decided not to care. I’ve read that if you don’t go crazy and eat icing out of the can every day (my aunt did this!), your weight gain is pretty much programmed and you’ll gain about the same with each pregnancy. I also know now that it comes off after the baby is born.. slowly… but it DOES come off most fo the time. Hey, that’s the one thing PPD is good for… you don’t really feel much like eating!
In short, I feel your pain. Now let’s go have a Starbucks cookie!