Another day, another pair of pants that don't fit. And it's not like these were an obscenely tiny size, either.
I wish this didn't bother me so much.
I just feel like everyone who told me I wouldn' t gain too much weight - Dr. M, my nutritionist, my doc - I feel like they all lied to me. Eating normally, eating like everyone else DID make me gain weight.
Apparently my options are these: restrict my eating and have a body that doesn't give me fits, or eat "normally" and have love handles, muffin-tops, you name it.
And I know I am the ONLY one who gives a damn. My family doesn't, Jim doesn't, my friends don't. They don't think I've "let myself go."
I want to believe them. I'm trying to believe them.