Today I did something I knew better than to do, but I did it anyway.
I calculated my Body Mass Index.
I was looking at the website that all pregnant women look at daily, http://www.babycenter.com/. There’s a lot of good information there. However, my visit to the site took a trip straight to hell when I found my way to an article that talked about pre-pregnancy weight and how much is the “right amount” to gain when you are pregnant.
Now, I am under no delusion that I’m a SKINNY person, but when I got sucked into the article and calculated my BMI …
IT SAID I AM OBESE AND SHOULD ONLY GAIN 11-20 POUNDS WITH THIS BABY.
Do I look obese?! I am not obese. At least, I didn’t think that I was. Am I one of those people who doesn’t realize she’s enormous? How is that even possible? An obese person cannot fit into a size small tank top from Old Navy, I’m sorry. And that is exactly what I had on (yes, it’s tight, and no, it didn’t cover my entire belly) when I came to learn of my obesity.
I was so pissed off, I ate half a pack of Saltine crackers on my way to work.
|This pack didn’t stand a chance.|
It makes me MAD. And if my doctor says a word to me about my weight gain, I’m going to tell her to shut up and do her job, which involves my vagina. Not my thighs.