decisionmaker
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ASo guys, I just need to talk about some stuff and I don't really know where else to do it, so it's going to be here. I don't really expect you to read it or anything, seeing as I've been so selfish with this forum and haven't even been reading everyone else's diaries, so I can't expect you all to read and comment on mine. But even if nobody reads it, I know that I just need to talk about it. Maybe it will help me process.
Firstly, thanks for all saying how gorgeous I'm looking.
You're all so lovely.
I have been feeling really great, really positive, just really happy. There are a couple of health issues, but they haven't been enough to dampen anything and make it all any less than awesome. But now tonight all of this positivity is a vague memory.
I had my gyno appointment yesterday and everything is great, Beanie is tip top. Which of course is fabulous. She weighed me, it's still going up like anything... but just yesterday morning I was thinking about how I have changed, and that now dunc doesn't hide the scales but I'm not even thinking about it. I've put it out of my mind and am just feeling good. I perhaps weigh myself once a week, if that. So when the doc weighed me and it was what it was, I wasn't worried. I talked to her about my weight loss history, she said it all makes sense and that as long as I'm trying to stay healthy, that is as much as she can ask for. She said that, without the baby and all the baby-related weight, it is probably just like i've put on about 6 kilos (though it's currently 17). So, even after having my scary weigh-in, I was still feeling positive.
Dunc was away for a work trip last night - just one night - and got home at 8pm tonight. I got to tell him all about our happily growing bubba, all about the crazy awesome amounts of German I have been speaking the past two days, etc. But when I told him what the doctor said about my weight, he didn't agree. He said that I am definitely not the same as what I was when I was 86kg (the weight she says I would be about equivalent to, without baby), and that my legs are much bigger than, that and that he's noticed that I'm falling back into my old habits of feeling hungry still after dinner. He said that I have a way of manipulating people into saying things about my weight that confirm whatever lie I am trying to tell myself at the time, and that's what I must have done with the doctor.

I can't articulate how much this has affected me, and how totally shattered I am by this. Also, I'm totally shocked. I mean, this is my husband. He knows me and my issues better than anyone else on the planet. He is the only person in the whole wide world who knows how much I have struggled with bulimia, how this lasted for sooo many years, and how hard it was for me to get that under control. I asked him what he thought comments like this would achieve - why he felt he should say them. He said he wants to make sure that I am still grounded in reality... i tried to explain to him that the past year is the only time in my life where I have felt something close to a snippet of positive self image, and why he feels he needs to take that away at a time where I am freaking enormous, and have no choice but to get more enormous, I don't know. I know he feels bad now, and obviously didn't quite understand the gravity of what he was saying. And this whole idea of me manipulating people has really spun me out. I asked him why he felt the need to hide the scales before - wasn't this because he thought I was getting too worried and too focused on my weight, when I should focus on being happy and healthy? He said he did it because I told him that it wasn't good for me to be weighing myself so much, and you guys said he should.
I don't know how I can process this information in a healthy way. It has made me hate my body again. It has made me not want to go out because everyone will be looking at how enormous my legs are. I look at my belly and see the fat that is also there, not just the baby. I won't be able to wear anything that makes me feel comfortable. I won't be able to fit in because not only am I pregnant, but I am also 6 feet tall and fat. I won't be able to eat in public because everyone will be watching me and judging. I'm going to have to try to keep eating in a normal way for my baby when all I want to do is stop eating altogether. I feel like everyone that says I am looking good is lying or playing a joke on me. I know how terrible all of these things are, and that these are thoughts that are so damaging for me, and yet they are my reality right now.
Hopefully things will be different when I wake up in the morning.
Firstly, thanks for all saying how gorgeous I'm looking.
I have been feeling really great, really positive, just really happy. There are a couple of health issues, but they haven't been enough to dampen anything and make it all any less than awesome. But now tonight all of this positivity is a vague memory.
I had my gyno appointment yesterday and everything is great, Beanie is tip top. Which of course is fabulous. She weighed me, it's still going up like anything... but just yesterday morning I was thinking about how I have changed, and that now dunc doesn't hide the scales but I'm not even thinking about it. I've put it out of my mind and am just feeling good. I perhaps weigh myself once a week, if that. So when the doc weighed me and it was what it was, I wasn't worried. I talked to her about my weight loss history, she said it all makes sense and that as long as I'm trying to stay healthy, that is as much as she can ask for. She said that, without the baby and all the baby-related weight, it is probably just like i've put on about 6 kilos (though it's currently 17). So, even after having my scary weigh-in, I was still feeling positive.
Dunc was away for a work trip last night - just one night - and got home at 8pm tonight. I got to tell him all about our happily growing bubba, all about the crazy awesome amounts of German I have been speaking the past two days, etc. But when I told him what the doctor said about my weight, he didn't agree. He said that I am definitely not the same as what I was when I was 86kg (the weight she says I would be about equivalent to, without baby), and that my legs are much bigger than, that and that he's noticed that I'm falling back into my old habits of feeling hungry still after dinner. He said that I have a way of manipulating people into saying things about my weight that confirm whatever lie I am trying to tell myself at the time, and that's what I must have done with the doctor.
I can't articulate how much this has affected me, and how totally shattered I am by this. Also, I'm totally shocked. I mean, this is my husband. He knows me and my issues better than anyone else on the planet. He is the only person in the whole wide world who knows how much I have struggled with bulimia, how this lasted for sooo many years, and how hard it was for me to get that under control. I asked him what he thought comments like this would achieve - why he felt he should say them. He said he wants to make sure that I am still grounded in reality... i tried to explain to him that the past year is the only time in my life where I have felt something close to a snippet of positive self image, and why he feels he needs to take that away at a time where I am freaking enormous, and have no choice but to get more enormous, I don't know. I know he feels bad now, and obviously didn't quite understand the gravity of what he was saying. And this whole idea of me manipulating people has really spun me out. I asked him why he felt the need to hide the scales before - wasn't this because he thought I was getting too worried and too focused on my weight, when I should focus on being happy and healthy? He said he did it because I told him that it wasn't good for me to be weighing myself so much, and you guys said he should.
I don't know how I can process this information in a healthy way. It has made me hate my body again. It has made me not want to go out because everyone will be looking at how enormous my legs are. I look at my belly and see the fat that is also there, not just the baby. I won't be able to wear anything that makes me feel comfortable. I won't be able to fit in because not only am I pregnant, but I am also 6 feet tall and fat. I won't be able to eat in public because everyone will be watching me and judging. I'm going to have to try to keep eating in a normal way for my baby when all I want to do is stop eating altogether. I feel like everyone that says I am looking good is lying or playing a joke on me. I know how terrible all of these things are, and that these are thoughts that are so damaging for me, and yet they are my reality right now.
Hopefully things will be different when I wake up in the morning.
xoxo Cate
sorry Dunc! Joh, I was really upset & angry on your behalf sweetie. I'm sorry if I over-reacted towards him as he does sound like a lovely man. I'm so glad that you have talked lots about it, & while Dunc may not really be able to fully understand how you want him to be, it seems obvious that he loves you madly & that unconditional love & boosting your self-esteem will be high on his priority list!
Hope all is well and that Beanie and family are doing great!! Hugs to you xoxox