I never thought that I had a bad relationship with the scale, until now. I've learned over the past couple of months that the scale and I are not friends, at least not right now. Originally, I thought that we were alright, because I would step on the scale every morning, and it didn't make a wreak out of me. I just liked to see if I was trending up or down, so I could catch it before I was surprised with a 15 lb. gain.
I'm not sure if I mentioned it on here or not. I'm thinking that I forgot to share that I am pregnant- with twins. I've got two babies in there, and I had already been freaked out by the idea of gaining weight. After losing quite a chunk of weight, it was intimidating to know that I HAD to gain some weight. Now, I'm looking at gaining substantially more, because there is twice the baby and all that comes with it. Goodness.
So, I wonder if it makes me a little petty to be freaking out so much about the scale. I stepped on today, and it looks like I've gained 7 lbs. so far. I am nearly out of my first trimester, so I guess that's not horrible for all of the fluid retention and hoo-ha. Seriously though, I look like I'm 5 or 6 months pregnant already. Everything I read seems to point toward nearly a 50 lb. gain through this journey, and a belly big enough to house a baby elephant. Panic. Just a little.
It is very shocking to me that I have to eat so much every day. There is the caloric need that I have to maintain my own weight, and then an added 600 calories for the babies. I haven't gained a lot of weight. I'm just shocked, because if I ate like this any other time, I would have gained 20 lbs. by now! All I do is eat or sleep, usually in that order. Some might think that that sounds wonderful, but it intimidates me. It is such a crazy thing to hope that the babies keep me occupied enough after birth that I don't still eat so much once they are here. I just don't want this to be a habit that sticks, and then gives me an even greater battle to get the weight off.