Tuesday, JB and both finally admitted what we’d both been thinking but had yet to say out loud.
Diva put on some weight during her time away from us.
I kept thinking something looked different about her, but then I told myself that maybe it was just that I hadn’t seen her in 9 days and she now resembled an Indian. When JB said she looked like she suddenly had no neck, I admitted that I’d also been thinking she looked a little pudgy.
Before she left for the visit with the grandparents, she had started looking lanky…still petite, but lanky. Like all the baby fat was leaving her. Her little face was more defined, especially around the jawline, and she was thinning up.
The snarky comment MIL made to me Sunday about a pair of shorts that Diva said hurt her stomach suddenly made sense. She was trying to make out like I had packed a pair of shorts that were way too small for her, but I quickly informed her that everything I had packed for them had come from the laundry, meaning it had all been worn in the last week or two. I also pointed out that she had not complained of any shorts hurting her stomach.
I let her step on the scale after we came in from swimming that day and was shocked to see that she gained 5 pounds since the last time I weighed her (which was a few days before they left for their visit.) No, I don’t weigh her often…sometimes she is in the bathroom with me as I’m putting makeup on, and she plays with my stuff.
I suspect that someone wasn’t as strict with the all day snacking as I am. If a child is truly hungry, then I have absolutely no problem letting them snack…but I know my daughter. The child will literally eat all day long if I let her. As long as it’s junk food, anyway. Put an actual good dinner in front of her and she won’t touch it. I can imagine my MIL letting them pick out junk they wanted in the grocery store and snacking on it. I already know of three times they went out to eat. Three times in 9 days is a little much!
Even at the age of almost 6, our daughter has some self image issues. As in, she has been asking me if she was fat since before she turned 5 years old. She is nowhere near fat, not even chubby! She has taken after me, and she will likely always be the smallest kid in her class…my only hope is that she might manage to make it past 5 feet tall one day. I make it a point to not talk about diets, weight, or any of that stuff in front of her.
I’m not going to make a big deal out of it though. You might even be thinking 5 pounds is not that big a deal. And I know it’s not in the grand scheme of things…but I also know how I feel with an extra 5 pounds. When you don’t have the height to carry it, it doesn’t feel good at all. I’m just going to quietly get her back into the normal routine of being home, eating at the usual times, and only keeping certain snacks in the house.
I never would have thought I’d have to worry about this for my 6 year old!