I am by no means a "skinny" girl. I've always been built like a brick shithouse. I have now found that's due to PCOS, insulin resistance and high testosterone levels. However, it still doesn't make me feel any better.
I comfortably sit around the 13 stone mark. The only time in adulthood I managed to get under 12 stone was when all I ate was french onion soup on an evening and did high intensity spin classes 6 days a week. I was wrecked, but I did it for my wedding... The COVID hit and I ended up back around 13 stone by the end of it.
I wouldn't say I like how I look, I hate it tbh. I've tried all sorts of diets and still around the 13 stone mark by the end of it. I ran 5ks at least once a week and still nothing.
My husband made a comment today about me "you look around 30 weeks pregnant, it can't be all bump, you've clearly put weight on" and how I'm "not really moving or doing anything", yet by the time I've done the cooking, cleaning, washing, ran around after a toddler, etc. I'm shattered. The last thing on my mind is to exercise. Not to mention I'm growing two little froglets.🫠
I think his comments have just tipped me over the edge and I'm so emotional about it all. I know my body will never ever be the same again and I was totally okay with that until today. Now I've spiralled down a hole of "pregnancy exercises" and wondering how the f I'm going to find the energy to do all this amongst the already chaotic life we have.
I'm also very conscious that I'll probably be having an elective section which terrifies me as firstly I'm scared of needles (horrifically scared) and secondly the recovery. I know I'll have a section overhang if I decide to go down that route and I was at peace with that too until today. Now I'm just a bit of a
large, sweaty mess wondering how much of a whale I'll look at 30 weeks.
Sorry, rant over.