It appears that the magical ability to eat anything while breastfeeding has finally dissipated. Or it could be that I am not using any sort of restraint but the one thing that is true is I'm becoming portly.
It has creeped up slowly. My wetsuit needs a little extra tugging to be done up, my clothes are a bit snug, and no that isn't all new muscle in my thighs, and the most important is- compared to six months ago a friend who had not seen me noticed a difference.
And why??
I think it is simply I eat to much. I never think twice about a second serving. If it is there I eat it. With a box of chocolates at work I eat eight instead of the more reasonable two. I know I have become more relaxed about eating junk food. I mean if ice cream is on sale I really don't have to buy it. Perhaps I am fueling myself too much for the long runs. I really don't need one supper before a run and one after.
I know people may think I am skinny and I have nothing to worry about but genetics always rule. Sure my mother is a match stick But on my fathers side the woman tend to run a little thick, and I think I could run thick too.
Thus everybody has the permission to act as a community of supporters and remind me that no, that Key Lime pie just isn't worth it.
It seems rather unfair that with the amount that you exercise, you still have to watch what you eat. Unfair, I say! Love, Your portly sister!
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