Over a year and a half ago now, I wrote about a struggle I had been having to gain weight. Let me start by saying, that this is a topic that does not receive hardly any attention. I’m not trying to attention whore here, but having a problem gaining weight, is not something you seem to be able to talk about with many people. It’s also somewhat humiliating. Fact is, most people are talking about losing pounds.
I was put on a three thousand calorie a day diet by my doctor and realized that I had previously probably only consumed 1500-2000 daily. That would have been a fine amount for someone my size, but I never sit still at work OR at home. I have a nervous demeanor and my family is naturally petite. Eating an adequate amount was proving to be not enough. Then, the task of writing down every damn thing I ate made eating a chore. I actually began to eat less than before. Six months after I wrote that post, I was seven pounds lighter. I was thin to begin with, but this was disgusting. I thought I looked disgusting. Last August I saw a picture of myself in a bikini during a vacation. It was not pleasant. At this point, I had a mental block with consuming calories. Eating was so unenjoyable and it seemed as though no matter what I consumed I was only going to become smaller and smaller. I’d look at girls with nice thick muscular arms or legs and grow insanely jealous that I couldn’t get them myself.
But…I am happy to say I am up thirteen pounds and only have seven to go. I credit most of this to not working very much for three months. However as of this week I work at least five and up to seven days per week. So, it’s time to stock up on the avocados and ice cream. I am determined to get to my goal weight and never ever again have someone tell me, “I wish I had your problem.” Believe me, it’s not a problem you want to have.