We don't have a full-sized mirror at home. In fact the biggest mirror I own is smaller than a typing paper folded in half. Yup, THAT small. No wonder I was unaware of how my physique has grown to its biggest - I didn't see myself grow.
About two weeks ago, I weighed-in at a clinic and I was 52 kilos at that time. Before getting pregnant, my weight has never gone more than 48 kilos.
The other day, Hubby told me that I looked big. I felt big. My clothes don't fit me anymore and I get tired easily. We decided to weigh ourselves. And the inevitable truth was revealed. I was at a whopping 54 kilos! My heaviest weight ever. This was the same weight I had when I was in my last trimester with Little V. My waistline in the past years has not even touched the 20s.
How can I not gain weight? I don't walk as much as I did when I was still working. I stay at home all the time and the exercise I do consists of chores and kid-lifts. When there's food left on Little V's plate, I finish it; even if I'm already full. Sayang eh!
Okay, I have so many excuses. Excuses. Excuses. It's my fault, I know.
I am no longer a petite momma. Everything's big, except my height.
Any other stay-at-home moms who feel the same way?