I finally broke down and bought a scale. It's part of my plan to do something, anything, about this weight. It's a month after the miscarriage and I'm still the heaviest I've ever been.
All of my adult life I've been one of those detestable girls who could eat anything, do anything (or nothing) and not gain weight. The owner of one very overactive thyroid, I would sometimes find the pounds were just disappearing for no apparent reason. Now the pendulum seems to be moving.
I thought I could add a little activity, cut some calories, and voila! I could put on my old jeans. Unfortunately, it hasn't been that simple. I've been walking, but the weight is unaffected. I've lost the ravenous pregnancy appetite, so I've stopped binging, but the fat is sticking.
I won't lie, vanity is part of the issue. Even with lots of hair on it my head is woefully small, and it's looking sillier and sillier the bigger I get! It's also irritating trying to figure out what to put on in the morning when nothing fits the way it's supposed to. But most importantly, I want to get pregnant again, and I want to be as healthy as I can be when it happens.