On how I fell victim of fat shaming
It is great to be able to say that after living a simple life in which I was developing a specific area, one at a time (like coming into a new country and adapting to it, or getting awesome jobs and being the best at them or setting a weight loss goal and totally crushing it), now I am able to multitask and develop all areas simultaneously, with the added bonus of being the mother of two beautiful children and immersing myself into the housewife role.
I surprise myself every day, when I am capable of waking up fifteen minutes earlier than usual to make sure I do my skincare routine before I breastfeed my 5 month-old baby, eat breakfast with my 2 year-old and my husband, while giving a very complex set of instructions to the nanny before I rush out the door to go to my full time job. It gives me a sense of pride because I didn’t consider myself capable of too many things at the same time, yet I do it every day.
But what gives me the most pride is the tremendous effort I have made to breastfeed my children and the fact that I have succeeded.
For those not familiar with this, to be able to exclusively breastfeed your children and have a full time job, you have to figure out a way to also fit into your already very hectic schedule, pumping to collect enough milk for the following day. It is not difficult. But it requires some logistic and a lot of efficiency at work, if you are to get everything done appropriately.
Well, let me tell you that all that energy usage makes you hungry. VERY HUNGRY. Not only because of the rushing, but also because a woman loses about 500 calories a day just by the act of pumping or breastfeeding. Even without moving a single extra finger.
So I eat. (I also eat because dieting while breastfeeding is incredibly stupid since you literally pass out from hypoglycemia, but that’s another story).
Now, getting to my pre pregnancy weight has not been a walk in the park. It was much easier with my first son but this time around I wasn’t so lucky. So I also fit in a little bit of exercise wherever I can. And by doing this, I am only 8 lbs from my goal. But so far I feel happy with the way I look and the extra curves are appreciated by my husband. I even get compliments about the way I look every now and then.
So the day I was told that regardless of my breastfeeding, I shouldn’t eat because my cheeks are puffy and I look chubby and I couldn’t let that happen, I was caught totally off guard. Never I would’ve though I would fall victim of fat shaming. Nor should anybody. In particular, a new mom, breastfeeding or not, and working, exercising and being the best wife and mother she can be while trying to also keep an adequate nutrition to fulfill the task of nourishing a little baby.
I just carried on with my pumping while enjoying a nice, hot Green tea with a delicious piece of chocolate.
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http://www.balanceisbliss.com/2016/09/22/de-como-fui-criticada-por-gorda
