If you’re reading this it probably means I died. Or at least my ego did. And my vanity. Maybe I ate them? That could certainly explain things.
Let me back up a bit…
I gave birth to my daughter Kate in January–my proud exclamation point at the end of a truly amazing and wonderful pregnancy. I stayed really active during my pregnancy (another point of pride) and managed to gain less than 30 pounds, which I also managed to lose fairly quickly afterwards. YAY ME!
Internet, meet my postpartum belly:
I was four months postpartum when I took this beauty of a self portrait. I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight, but looking NOTHING like my pre-pregnancy body.
I don’t even know what possessed me to take this picture–let alone share it with my
Whores online friends mere moments later. I chalk it up to an incredible amount of frustration over having a body I didn’t even recognize, a need to vent, and the desire to test out the camera function on my new iPhone.
And now I’m (maybe…possibly…still haven’t hit “publish” yet…) sharing this picture with the world.
Here’s the deal–this picture was a real eye-opener for me. It was the digital proof I could not ignore that things had changed and I needed to change with them. This quickly became my action plan:
- Buy new clothes THAT FIT and ignore the size on the tag.
- Work out more often.
- Eat better.
It’s been three months since that first photo, and here’s where things are at today:
Now guess how much weight I lost between that first picture and this one…
Not a single pound.
So what’s changed? Honestly, I think time has a lot to do with it. At four months postpartum my body still felt incredibly squishy and soft, and my belly was still sticking out so much that I actually took a pregnancy test because I’d convinced myself that was the only logical explanation for it! (Turns out I wasn’t having a second child–just still recovering from my first.) Over the past couple of months, however, things have finally started firming up a bit more and it’s beginning to feel like my old body again.
I’d love to tell you that I’ve been working out every day and eating better, but the truth is those are both things I’m still struggling to find the time, energy, and motivation to consistently do. The one thing I did follow through with was buying new clothes (mostly because that was the easiest, and I tend to prefer instant gratification over months of sweating and starvation). I think I was under the impression that trying to squeeze into my pre-pregnancy clothes would somehow motivate me to eventually fit into them, but in reality all it did was make me feel terrible about the way I looked. Once I got clothes that actually fit me, I began feeling so much better about my body!
I have to admit, I really wasn’t prepared for this. I thought losing the weight I’d gained during pregnancy would be the end of it, but clearly that isn’t the case.
So this is where things are at with me, my belly, and my ego. The three of us still have some work to do, but we’re getting there. It just takes time.