I have never in my lifetime been concerned with my weight. Well, for a few years I was concerned that I was underweight. After I had my kids I lost all the baby weight and then some and the results were NOT cute. Trust me, I'm 5'7" and 115-120 lbs is NOT cute.
Folks blamed it on high metabolism. Some thought I had an eating disorder. I believe I figured out what the problem was with the help of my diligent (read: pain in the butt) boyfriend and a few doctors. It's a complicated story that involves an endoscopy and plummer vinson syndrome. As a result I finally began to gain weight and was looking more than cute.
Today, I think I exceeded my weight gain goal because I can no longer comfortably fit into any of my jeans. And the cute dresses that I bought during the summer ... not so cute. If the weight were only in my butt and boobs, that would be okay but it also gathered around my midsection. I actually look like a rectangle. What the heck is that about? I went to the doctor in October and I was up to 141. This is the most I've ever weighed, not including pregnancy.
No, I don't think I'm overweight but I don't want to shop for a whole new wardrobe. So, this weekend I did something that I have never done. While at the grocery store I purposely looked for products that said "less fat", "low fat" or "non-fat" on the label.
Oh the horror!