Weight.

Yesterday I was looking around on Facebook and I saw a picture of one of my old roommates that shocked me.  We lived together two years ago and she got engaged after dating this guy for 5 weeks.  She's a sweetheart, but I couldn't believe how quickly that happened.  So they've been married about a year and a half now, I guess.  And in that time she has put on about 30 pounds!  I was reading her blog and could not believe it.  She was fairly average built, probably wore a size medium.  But she's not the tallest girl, maybe 5'6", so it is really obvious that she has gained a lot of weight.  I felt really bad for her, especially reading about her bishop asking when the baby's due.  So she's decided to try to lose some weight and I really hope she does.

Because I feel the same way.  I have put on more weight than I'm happy about in the last year.  But I didn't realize how thankful I am for my tall stature.  Luckily I am almost 6 feet tall and it's not too obvious that I've put on an extra twenty pounds.  I mean, I notice (especially when those jeans don't fit as comfy as they use to, or that shirt is a little tighter than normal), but it's not the most obvious thing.  I also am lucky enough to have a big enough chest (blessing/curse) so I'm fairly balanced.  My husband often reminds me that if I was as skinny as I dream about being, I'd be like Barbie, which isn't natural.  I'm trying to eat better and exercise when we have enough time, but it is rough.  I'm also worried about when I actually do get pregnant, because I will definitely put on weight.  And so once I have the baby, losing the baby weight + the weight I've already gained will be difficult.  Something I constantly check is, if my stomach sticks out farther than my boobs, something serious has to happen.  But luckily I've been blessed with a larger chest, so I have some leeway.  Blah. Wish me luck!