Being a member of the family I married into has done a number on my self esteem. Don't get me wrong: I love my in laws and have never been treated with anything but respect. That is not where the problem lies. No--the problem is with spending time with women who have a lightning fast metabolism. And are at least half my size. Let me just give you an idea. . .
SIL #2 tells me this story: She and her husband were still in college. Her husband was doing some sort of research project with a group of other men. At some point the discussion turns to the weight of their wives. (yeah, i know. weird. but ever since hearing this husband has no knowledge of my weight. that information does not need to be shared.) Each went around and announced the weight of his wife. Then it was my BIL's turn. His response? "My wife weighs less than all of yours and she is 8 months pregnant!" Nope. Not kidding.
SIL #3 goes shopping to Old Navy with me. We are waiting in line to pay when she starts complaining about finding clothes that fit her. I sympathize momentarily (she was living in costa rica at the time and it's hard to find your average clothing store there) when I realize that she is complaining that most stores don't carry EXTRA SMALL. Did I mention that she was complaining? As I am holding my pile of size LARGE clothing. Yep. That is where the sympathy ended.
And so here I am 3 months post partum and still barely fitting into my fat pants. And only a few of them at that. So for all of you out there with the blessing of an overactive metabolism or some fanatic love of exercise, please exercise caution in your "I'm so fat" diatribes. Because the rest of us? We just don't want to hear it.