Okay, I'm going to be honest here. I'm 5 feet tall, of almost 100% German descent, and in the past four years, I had two kids, via c-section. Please, stop for a minute and visualize how I must look. Then add 40 pounds. Lately I feel like I'm at war with my body. I try to count points, I try exercising- whatever I do, I end up discouraged and feeling fat.
Mostly because I am married to Mr. 125-pounds-on-good-day-man. Seriously, Daniel is tiny. He doesn't like sugar, he doesn't eat dairy, and he's 100% embracing this new vegetarian lifestyle. So much so that today, whein we were out with the kids, he had to put Ethan down for a minute because he had to pull up his pants. Seriously. As I stood there, solidly fitting into my almost-plus-size-jeans, my beloved, who has been eating junk food for lunch, but my vegetarian meals for dinner, GOT EVEN SKINNIER. And my scale has not budged.
Seriously, I love Daniel with all of my being, but my birthday is coming up fast, and if he manages to lose a bunch of weight on this vegetarian diet and I am still the same fat mess that I am now? IT WILL NOT BE PRETTY. I need to get this man some fried foods. Stat.