I'm a little thinner than I'd like again. I was a size 16, which was nice because I actually WAS a size 16, not a mix of seven different sizes none of which quite fit in any shops, and as someone in her mid-thirties after three children, 16 seemed like a nice even number at which to settle.
But I'm a fraction thinner again now. I can't tell whether it's the stress (my hair is thinning, too) or just that I'm not Astrid's primary source of nutrition any more so I don't need the reserves.
It's much less scary getting thinner when I start off a size 16 than a size 8. I have this niggly "shouldn't I be panicking and planning high-calorie snacks?" feeling, but not the actual panic itself, which is very comfortable.
But I'm a fraction thinner again now. I can't tell whether it's the stress (my hair is thinning, too) or just that I'm not Astrid's primary source of nutrition any more so I don't need the reserves.
It's much less scary getting thinner when I start off a size 16 than a size 8. I have this niggly "shouldn't I be panicking and planning high-calorie snacks?" feeling, but not the actual panic itself, which is very comfortable.