Your belt size reads “EQUATOR!”
I have just read JJ’s post about her gynae appointment, and her weight gain from the infertility process, and I must admit that I have been having the same thoughts myself recently. (Like, last night).
I was standing in the bathroom in my nickers, brushing my teeth, when I did a double take at what I saw staring back at me. I don’t know how this happened, but I went from having an okay figure, to being shapeless. No waistline, I look about 4 months preggo, my butt is way way out there, and the cellulite… oh the cellulite. I wasn’t sure what had happened. I have felt my clothes getting tighter over the months, but I convinced myself that maybe it was something in the detergent! (or I’d say stuff like, “these jeans have just been washed, that’s why they’re a bit snug today”) Except that it happened everyday. Denial is a sneaky fiend.
I know that I haven’t done much in the way of exercise the past year (try none) and my eating habits have been less than perfect (try shocking!), but really! Surely I could not have let myself go like this and not. even. notice?
I posted about this a little while ago. I have made some slight improvements, but alas! nothing to show….
And then it hit me. (again) For the past eight months while I thought I was eating so so, and thinking that a little break from all the stress of having to exercise would do me good, I was actually morphing slowing, but ever so surely into the formless pile of human flesh that I am now.
Maybe it’s the pill talking. But I know what I saw. And it wasn’t pretty.
I am going to shy away from any grande announcement regarding this “matter”, because I know that resolutions were made to be broken. But I want the old me back. Physically. And I know that it’s going to take a lot of work considering the state I find myself in. And that scares me somewhat. But I must do something. People, we are on high alert here. This is serious. Seriously.