GodMadeMePretty
2005-03-03, 03:36 PM
Ya'll know I'm pregnant and obsessed with not gaining more weight than I should. I was doing so very good about not obsessing until I go to the doctor and see that weight go up every month, now every 3 weeks.
Remember that "worst birthday present ever" that my husband got my daughter. The MAIN reason I hate the present is that I know how I am. I intentionally didn't have scales in the house. So, of course I weigh myself and TWO weeks ago at the doctor I weighed 155 pounds (with clothes). I get on the scale with clothes and I'm 160. Oh, it was depressing.
I consoled myself with the fact that I had just finished eating and drinking and it was the end of the day. But I was NOT happy. An hour later, I weighed myself AGAIN. Why would I do that? Obsessed. Obviously I'm not going to weigh less.
Now I'll tell you guys the REAL obsession. My bowels were regular before I was pregnant. Now they are as slow as molasses and I hadn't had a movement in a couple of days. So last night, wonder of wonders, I had a movement. What did I do after I had done that? You guessed it - I went and got on the scale. So I was at 158.8. Wonderful I thought. My husband tells me that the best time to weigh is in the morning. So I got on the scale this morning and I was at 156.8. OKay. That's more like it.
I have an obsession. And it's not pretty. I do NOT want to go crazy with this. But I really don't think I can control myself. I weighed myself no less than 6-7 times last night. I think I'm underestimating that. I'm in denial about the actual number of times.
I think they are going to have to hide the scale from me.
Remember that "worst birthday present ever" that my husband got my daughter. The MAIN reason I hate the present is that I know how I am. I intentionally didn't have scales in the house. So, of course I weigh myself and TWO weeks ago at the doctor I weighed 155 pounds (with clothes). I get on the scale with clothes and I'm 160. Oh, it was depressing.
I consoled myself with the fact that I had just finished eating and drinking and it was the end of the day. But I was NOT happy. An hour later, I weighed myself AGAIN. Why would I do that? Obsessed. Obviously I'm not going to weigh less.
Now I'll tell you guys the REAL obsession. My bowels were regular before I was pregnant. Now they are as slow as molasses and I hadn't had a movement in a couple of days. So last night, wonder of wonders, I had a movement. What did I do after I had done that? You guessed it - I went and got on the scale. So I was at 158.8. Wonderful I thought. My husband tells me that the best time to weigh is in the morning. So I got on the scale this morning and I was at 156.8. OKay. That's more like it.
I have an obsession. And it's not pretty. I do NOT want to go crazy with this. But I really don't think I can control myself. I weighed myself no less than 6-7 times last night. I think I'm underestimating that. I'm in denial about the actual number of times.
I think they are going to have to hide the scale from me.