Last week I bought a maternity top and I’m not pregnant. I repeat, I am not pregnant. This is not an announcement. I’m just fat.
I’m working on the fat thing, but it’s hard. I mean, chips! Cheese! Wine! And I’m lazy… Trust me I know that losing weight would be the best option, but meh. It’s hard. I feel like I’ve been on a diet my whole life. How do people not gain weight? Unless I am seriously paying attention to what I’m eating I seem to gain weight while I breathe.
While I joke above about eating cheese, chips and wine – my daily food intake is usually; two boiled eggs for breakfast with rocket salad, a lean chicken salad for lunch (no dressing, just a bit of chilli) and fish and salad for dinner. I’m not sitting here scoffing down packets of biscuits or melted cheese on toast – yet I still get fatter!
I carry all my weight around my middle. My tummy. So OBVIOUSLY maternity tops are more forgiving around the middle region. I bought this striped top in a smaller size than I would normally wear – and magic – the thing fits right! It’s not clinging to me like so many tops out now. Thankfully it doesn’t say ‘maternity’ anywhere on the label or I’d die if anyone saw it. Even though I’m blatantly sharing my fat story on the internet.
Shopping is bloody hard work when you don’t love your body. I need to get back into the gym – I had to quit my gym because we moved to Balham. While there is a gym ON MY ROAD it costs three times the price of what I was paying! But I spoke to Phil about it and surely my health and happiness far supersedes the money I was going to use on important things like handbags and jewellery (they ALWAYS fit, no matter how fat you are)? We decided, yes.
This weekend we’re off to check out my new gym and sign me up – so that I don’t have myself signed up to a lifetime of buying maternity wear when I’M NOT PREGNANT.
I know I can’t be the only one who’s been through this, come on, own up…