I have never had to worry about my weight. Blessed with skinny genes, the only time I ever felt uncomfortable about the way I looked was after I spent 6 months in Germany, when I frequented a pastry stand every day on the way to class. Well, when in Rome....
I gained 20 pounds in 6 months, and sadly, would probably do it again if I ever went back. Eierschecke--yum!
I've never owned a scale until recently, when I bought one during my recent pregnancy. Due to heavy pukage, I was rapidly losing pounds, and my OB wanted me to do what I could to beef up. I bought a scale to track my progress. Luckily, we had a good result, and I was a good 30 pounds heavier when my perfect daughter was born.
I have now been tracking my progress down from those 30 pounds, and I am not yet quite at my prepregnancy weight. I was just chaulking it up to the old addage-"9 months up, 9 months down", but after doing the PKD walk, and seeing a trivia sign that said, "Polycystic kidneys can weigh up to 38 pounds"----well, let's just say I'm wondering if my status on the scale isn't entirely due to baby fat. And, I'll admit, I think I prefer the baby fat excuse.
I've never actually seen a polycystic kidney, but all the pictures I've seen tell me that they are yucky, puss filled mutant looking thingies that weigh a ton. In a weird way, it does make me sad that such ugly things are a part of my body. It all but destroys the hope that I was beautiful on the inside, if you know what I mean.
And I hate that these things are messing with my numbers on the scale. Really, it means I have no idea if I can afford some Ben and Jerry's or not. Very inconvenient.