Last week, Chris and I celebrated our one-year wedding anniversary (woot!), and because of all the (ahem) sex, my hips have widened just a little bit. On the other hand, I really haven’t gained that much weight; every time I visit the doctor, I still measure in around 138. And if I wanted to shed, say, ten of those pounds, I’m not sure where it would come off because my thighs are pretty muscular right now from the running. Now some might come off around my middle, and I’m okay with that.
All this to say because I went to my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary celebration yesterday, and the first thing out of my other grandmother’s mouth was, “Well, you and Chris must be eating well. You’ve gained a little weight. You look good.” Of course, I didn’t hear the “you look good” part, but I chose to hear the “you’ve gained weight” part, which is verbatim from the last time I saw her.
So yes, I have gained weight–5 whopping pounds over the last year, and I think that’s pretty good considering that we do most of our cooking at home, and considering that I was weight-lifting a lot this spring, and considering that I’m still running 3-4 times a week this summer, and considering I’m addicted to Cold Stone Creamery’s sorbet. My thighs are a little bit bigger, but I don’t feel self-conscious wearing shorts anymore because they’re lean (save some wiggles around the inner area) and muscular. Cellulite is slowly dissipating and stretch marks don’t look as awful as they usually do (though I agree that a tan would help). Some of my junior-sized pants don’t fit quite right anymore, but at least I still wear the same size I did before I got married. I’m a little bit hippier, but my stomach is still relatively flat (save ‘the pooch’), and my arms are muscular and tan.
Who cares what Grandma thinks? I’m quite happy with me.
“I’m very definitely a woman and I enjoy it.” — Marilyn Monroe