The battle of the bulge continues (no, this is not some double entendre for avoiding Brian’s man parts). It is now six weeks post-Benson, so I have no excuse to not go back to the gym. Thirty-six weeks ago, when I finally made it to my doctor’s office (Margit Lister, I highly recommend), I weighed in at a voluptuous 164. At 38 weeks I waddled into her office tipping the scale at 191. What’s that — 27 pounds? I’ll take that. My weight gain with Scarlett was nearly 70 pounds and surprisingly I worked off 50 of that.
My pregnancy with Benson was awesome because I exercised nearly every day. Blood pressure great, no swelling and I only had one of those god-awful leg cramps all because I hit the gym for at least 45 minutes. My goal wasn’t to lose weight, just feel good when time came to birth a melon/baby. It seems pretty common sense that you would gain poundage while pregnant, but this isn’t the case for a new fad that expectant mothers are eating up, ironically enough.
“Mommyrexia” is when pregnant women basically starve their children in an effort to lose weight instead of gain. Doctors recommend the average women gain around 20 pounds; instead these mothers are looking to sweat or starve it off.
This bone-headed idea was started by the svelte mothers of Hollywood like Giselle, Angelina, and some B-list moron named Bethenny Frankel, who actually called her expanding belly “grotesque” and “disfigured.” What a great role model. Can you spell “dumb ass”?
Of course you don’t want to go overboard with the weight gain, since it can be equally as unhealthy, but to actually cut calories is just dangerous to a growing fetus.
Mommyrexia is the epitome of selfishness. I look at the millions of moms who can’t have a baby, who are willing to pack on pound after pound if it means they get to have a baby, and I want to snatch away Frankel’s kid.
Here’s the New York Post article on the topic. It really will make you scream.
Also, NBC contributing doctor, Nancy Snyderman said it best, calling it “an obnoxious white-girl problem.”