Seriously people, I’m struggling with this. I have a muffin top!!! It wouldn’t be so bad but the majority of the weight has gone to my tummy. I was honestly scared I might be pregers at first. I am so uncomfortable with my little buddha belly folding on top of itself, it’s squishing me. BLAH!
To top it off most of my clothes don’t fit anymore. Funnily, my skinniest jeans do still fit. They are low rise enough that my new addition can ride comfortably atop the ‘waistband’, which is actually located somewhere below my hips. Trust me you don’t want to peak under my shirt! My previously favorite pair of pants, on the other hand, suddenly went from boyfriend cut hip huggers to mom jeans, complete with being slightly too short.
The Reality- Am I fat? No, I am not fat at all. I don’t actually think that I am fat either so please don’t think that you need to send me any encouraging words. I did quite rapidly put on weight in the last two months, and I’m still adjusting to it.
It is a really good sign that I have packed on enough pounds to reach a healthy weight again. I have spent the majority of the last 10 years underweight. Good for the ego, not so great for my health.
Along with the weight has come extra energy, improved stamina and good report cards from my doctor. I am, happily, miles and pounds ahead of where I was this time last year.