I recently had dinner with one of my friends, Marilyn. She moved away to Florida, so any time I get a chance, I will go to any length to see her. It was fun catching up, she also got to meet my son for the first time. He was a little moody since he had just had his 6 month check up, including 4 vaccines. It was so funny because his doctor said to me at his 4 month check up, that he will not pay much attention to his weight until he turns 2 yrs old, as long as he isn't losing weight. Dave has grown very quickly, and he is a big baby, but not in an overweight sense. I was told to cut back a bit on his food, because "he is getting really quite large".
I was really shocked, because my son was 6 weeks premature. He weighed under 5lbs, and he really doesn't look very big. He is healthy, has a bit of baby rolls and cheeks, but he is also very strong. you don't want him to grab you hair, or even worse pinch you between the knuckles!
I was amazed that it went so quickly from how cute and pudgy he was to, you better not feed him so much. We don't overfeed him. I believe we feed him about what is needed. Are we seriously going to start make anyone conscious of their weight already, when they are not even a year old? I thought babies were supposed to be blubbery and roly poly like!
Anyway, I think I may be more sensitive about it, because I was body shamed growing up, ALL THE TIME! I refuse to give my son an unhealthy body image at this age. Especially because he is absolutely perfect in my eyes.
It was a lot more fun talking with my friend about when we are going to gear up for a big diet, and we have the proverbial "Last Meal", which is to give us an opportunity to eat shitty foods one last time before getting it together. The funny thing is the "Last Meal" makes me realize how I can't just have one thing and never eat anything bad ever again, so then I start with the okay, I also have to have pizza, and what about a cheeseburger, oh my gosh Onion rings, oh and what about ice cream.. I never get to the end of the things I need to have before eating like a rabbit the rest of my days, and usually I have to try to start all over again, but only when it's Monday. Nobody ever made a decision to change their life and started on a Saturday or Sunday, did they? I certainly wouldn't because those are the days I actually have the time to sit in line and wait for the shit food.
On that note, its monday, and I ate some pizza today and bread, oh and don't forget soda. I guess better luck next week!
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