My fiance decided that it would be a good idea to put our old scale that had been hidden in our new bathroom. I walked in and almost had a heart attack. I stepped on it. I'm not as big as I thought I was, but still too big.
I went sooo long without knowing my weight. It's been months! Now I find myself looking forward to seeing the number go down. How can something so simple as putting a scale in the bathroom cause this much stress? I was trying to gain weight to prove I am ready for a child. I still don't have my BFP and it feels like it was for nothing.
I was 115lbs at 6'1 when I got pregnant. I weigh much more now (I dont want to say how much) at the end of my pregnancy. I know its for the baby and this keeps me going. But I am really afraid of what may happen after I have the baby and I no longer have any reason to eat healthy and stay at a normal weight. I have promised myself I wont ever get to below 140 again. I try to look at old pictures of myself when I was so unhealthy and sick and remember that its not healthy and not beautiful. I hope I can stick to my goal weight of above 140.
I just fessed up to my mum about my 7 years of eating disorders that's still going on. Told her that at the time I lost the most weight I usually had about half a crackerbread every 2 days + loads of water and sleep.
And what did she say to me?
"Well maybe that's all you need to eat then"
Thanks mum and f*** you too.