Granted, I'm not a small girl, and I never was. I have gotten better about taking charge of my weight and even managed to halt the rapid gain. I know when things aren't going in the right direction and I've learned how to do my own course correction.
Since getting pregnant, my whole world has changed food-wise. For the very first time I actually have
a metabolism, not to mention a functioning hunger switch. It's truly lovely. I'm hoping this stays even after pregnancy. (But I'm not holding my breath.)
Cue to last night.
DH and I are grocery shopping. I'm trying to figure out what bagel I can actually keep down (2nd trimester and still nauseous in the mornings ... lovely ...) and DH convinces me to try one of the "healthier" options. We have a long-standing joke of DH saying to me, "It's hard to keep you healthy!"
I laugh, and then Nosey Lady who's walking nears us chimes in, "Oh yes, I've lost thirty pounds all by myself by eating healthy." She then begins to lecture me on what I need to do/eat in order to get "healthy."
Yes, I'm not small. (See above.) And yes, that's fairly obvious. Worse, I feel huge
and I don't look
pregnant. Somewhere in my addled brain I'm convinced that once I look pregnant, I won't feel so bad about feeling huge. This lady's lecture wasn't helping. (And frankly, none of it was new information to me ... not that she knew that of course.)
So I interrupted. "I'm pregnant."
Nosey Lady just looked at me and said, "Oh, you should follow your doctor's advice then." And we were finally able to walk away.
Gee, thanks lady.