My sister and I seem to be having the same problem. We can’t gain any weight. And she’s pregnant!
Therese is due any week now. Valentine’s is the due date, but everyone in our family seems to have a premonition that the baby’s coming early. She has gained a total of eleven pounds. But she eats. Gosh, does my sister eat!
Since my strep throat episode, I too am having the same problem. Pigging out on greasy Chinese food, super burritos slathered with guac and sour cream, and chocolate chip cookies doesn’t seem to be helping.
Right now as I write this, I’m scraping my plate. Chocolate molten cake and raisin ice-cream. Bon Appetit!
I’m watching the number on the scale creep ever slowly to double-digits I haven’t seen since my teenage years. That’s scary. I’m thinking I may have fucked up my metabolism so badly when I was anorexic. Now that I don’t care what I eat, I’m transforming back into the skinny body type that I naturally am. It’s scary, but the only theory that makes sense.
There was a time in my adult years when I was completely sedentary. People would ask if I ran, swam, cycled. “Why work out,” I’d muse, “when you look this good?” I’m back at that point again. Nothing fits. The belts are coming out.
Lesson learned. I truly believe this. Dieting hurts you in the long run. Eat, drink, and be merry. Bon Appetit!