hellloooo! today I am here to talk about a massively depressing topic — post-marriage weight gain. auurrrggghhhhhhhh.
I think hari raya aidilfitri was a major culprit. I did more visiting this year since I now also have NG’s family to jalan raya with. so house after house I would be stuffing myself silly with food. telling myself that it’s part of being a good guest, you know like orang dah masak so it’s only polite to accept right? (personally I hate the situation when there’s so much extra food at the end of an event and you’re desperate for people to pack them.) then coincidentally the food happens to be sedap so must tambah. ha ha. once I was so thick skinned cos I asked NG’s aunt where was the nasi goreng she mentioned she cooked, when I could have kuai kuai scooped white rice from the buffet line. but I didn’t want to because i was “bored of white rice”. how dare I.
It turned out that my raya weight gain was persistent cos it’s been 3-4 months since, and the extra fats are still on me. I’ve been exercising whenever my schedule permits — more than I remember since I started working — but perhaps not hard enough 😦 and admittedly I find dieting and cutting down on food difficult for a variety of reasons. I also want to avoid counting calories cos firstly, it’s depressing, and secondly, it’s kinda hard to accurately gauge the calorie count for Asian food so macam what’s the point right? :p
imagine eh, I was X kilos before my wedding. my target weight was about X-3. miraculously in the final week of the countdown, thanks to last minute HIIT-ing and stress over my dress, I came pretty close to X-3. now I’m not even X, I’m at X+3! …the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life. haiz.
I know in the grand scheme of things I am still an acceptable weight, and what matters most is that I’m healthy (alhamudillah!). yet I’m worried that if I don’t succeed in losing weight soon, I’m just gonna grow even bigger.
and here’s the greatest icing on the cake
my stomach must have gotten rounder because colleagues have been asking me if I’m pregnant! the first time it happened some weeks back, I just giggled it away saying that no lahhh, I want to enjoy first.
the second time it happened, another colleague asked my manager instead because she was paiseh to ask me directly. the most damning part was when she commented that “but you know, kraken’s weight gain is very obvious” *chokes on saliva*
but ok in all fairness, she sits on the other end of the office, so she doesn’t see me very often. and it’s just an objective comment because I have also ever observed a colleague ballooning after going on holiday. your eyes can’t help but notice it. except he’s male, so I didn’t ask if he’s pregnant.
the latest blow came yesterday. a kakak colleague asked me rather directly if I’m pregnant. I was feeling bubbly so I touched my stomach and said “takde lahhh, why, I look pregnant eh?”
then she said “entah siapa cakap you pregnant”
“huh you mean ada orang cakap I pregnant??”
“tak ingat lah siapa. ingatkan maybe 2 months ke 3 months ke…”
I was like oh, my, God. you mean got speculation in the office grapevine that I (look like I) am pregnant??? urgghhh.
my manager tried to comfort me by saying that maybe it’s the clothes I wear, and the “glow” I have from being newly married. lulz. that could be true.
so is my weighing scale.
so yep, that is story of my life these days. sigh. jiayou to me in my quest to slim down!