For my whole ride home from the doctor, I debated whether I would write this post or not. In the end, I decided to go for it. I have really appreciated reading candid posts from other pregnant bloggers about difficult or less than ideal situations that they have encountered ranging from Emily of “Daily Garnish” writing about hypothyroidism and a gestational diabetes scare, to Jen from “This Runner’s Trials” talking about both success and challenges she has faced while running through her pregnancy, and finally Sarah from “the SHU box” candidly discussing pregnancy weight gain.
I feel more ashamed about this than I probably should, but I’m going to go ahead and put it out there. My doctor scolded me this morning for gaining too much weight.
“Brittany, you are a very tall girl, but that is too many kilos in one month. Same same, maybe one kilo more next time.”
“But I’m solidly in the middle of the acceptable weight gain range for my 26th week.”
“Yes, but you have a very small frame for your height. The high end of the range is for bigger people, not you. I am concerned that you have been eating too much.”
I had been dreading going to the doctor for days now because I had a suspicion that this was going to happen. Between traveling in China for a week eating who knows what and far too much ice cream, then having company for a week and eating out way more often than normal, I had already guessed that I would be a bit heavier than I should be. Even still, it was a far more crushing blow to my ego than I ever imagined.
In reality, the “too many kilos” that she was referring to really only amounts to one kilo, so just over two pounds, more than planned during the last month. Is it the end of the world? Probably not. The big question is whether my eating patterns are setting me up for three more months of one kilo extra which would ultimately be nearly nine pounds extra that I would have to deal with later.
Let’s just say that I came home and tossed my supply of Cadbury chocolate in the trash.
Is that rational? I don’t know. Probably not. Moderation, right?
Not so fast. I’m more of an all or nothing kind of girl and prior to coming to India I rarely ate chocolate, cookies, or sweets in general. Since coming here it has become a daily habit. There are no excuses for that. Even considering that I should be eating slightly more calories overall right now, they still should not be from junk.
So here it is, I’m putting it out there: “My name is Brittany and I have a chocolate problem, but I resolve to focus on eating real food for at least the next three months.”
That chocolate fiend in my brain is freaking out right now, but I’m pretty sure that it is better for both me and the baby involved here to return to my normal healthy eating habits, stat!
As an aside, I don’t think my doctor’s advice of “same same, maybe one kilo more next time” is necessarily sound, so I don’t want anyone to worry that I’m going to under eat. I did get her message loud and clear though. In her opinion, I am trending in the wrong direction and I should consider keeping it in check. That said, I know that I do not tend to overeat when my diet consists primarily of fruits, veggies, whole grains, and low-fat dairy, which are all things that I should probably be eating anyway, so I will to return to my original healthy habits.
Cadbury, it was fun while it lasted, I will miss you.
Interestingly, one of the responses that I typically have to psychological blows is to eat junk food. Thankfully, this traumatic incident is not eliciting the same response.