I made the huge mistake of getting on the scale yesterday. It goes with out saying that I will not be sharing that ginormous number with you, but I will say that when I was pregnant with XY17 I put on sixty pounds and at the end of that pregnancy I weighed less than I do right now. In case you had any delusions about just how shallow I am, I feel like crying right now. Seriously, I am not saying that for comedic effect.
Apparently, this was not cruel enough on its own. As I walked up the stairs XY10 asked me what foods he can eat to gain weight. His nickname is Skinnybone Jones. He plays football and needs to put on quite a bit of weight in order to play at the level he wants to next year. Did I mention he doesn't have much of an appetite, and has to be reminded to eat? Did I mention that I have to be reminded not to eat?
Anyway, he asks me what foods will put weight on him. I could answer that question so fast, I practically talked gibberish. I was like Alvin and the Chipmunks.
"Peanut Butter, bread, whole milk, pasta, cheese, bananas, beans, ice cream, fried chicken, fried food, canned ravioli, cream soups, macaroni and cheese, chips, cheez-its...." It was easy, I just rattled of all the off all the foods that I either avoid, or feel guilty eating. I have for years had to buy food that would put weight on my kids, and not on me. I refrained from mentioning all the sugary food that would put weight on him, 'cause, I want to be a good mom. Besides, if I included the sweets that I avoid/feel guilty about, he would have been standing there for an hour. Sigh. I will work on getting him bulked up, and since I can't afford new clothes, so I will spend more time avoiding certain foods, and less time feeling guilty.
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