No. I am not pregnant.
No. I am not pregnant... but thanks for asking.
While the discussion of babies is a semi-regular one in our home, it's just not quite time yet. So no, I am not pregnant.
I just weigh 155 pounds.
I'm 5' 8" tall, nearly 30 years old, and I weigh 155 pounds.
I have "just 5/10 more pounds" weight loss goals, but if I'm being honest, I've weighed this much for nearly 5 years now. Sometimes it fluctuates by a 8lbs if I'm feeling particularly dedicated (or am consuming salty foods at an alarming rate), but this is just where my body lives.
I'm shredding for the wedding, but I am 100% sure that my body will just settle back in at 155 when it's all over.
I work out a few times a week, maybe not aggressively as I should, but I do.
I don't drink during the week, I eat pretty clean, and while my job is sedentary I do my best to take mid-day walks, stand at my desk, and get my steps in.
I'm stronger than I look, I successfully ran a half marathon less than a year ago, and I don't shy away from being active.
I don't think I'm overweight. I could shred a few pounds, sure, but I wouldn't say I look unhealthy.
So today, when someone told me that one of our coworkers had asked her if I was pregnant, I was understandably upset.
There are many, many, MANY reasons not to ask someone that question (and in fairness, it wasn't said to me directly), but mine is merely physical. Someone asked if I was pregnant, and now I feel like I look overweight.
I didn't bother to ask who, I don't think I want to know.
The anxiety I have over my belly pudge that I was SO CERTAIN was mostly in my head, now feels like something lit up with spotlights. My rounded lower belly created by a love of food and beer, but also by narrow hips and a curvy frame, makes me look pregnant.
I'm going to pick up my wedding dress tomorrow. To try it on for the first time. It's a moment where I am determined to feel beautiful.
So whoever asked that question... Well. Now you know.