My son is 1-month-old today. I'm usually wearing maternity jeans, sweat pants, or exercise pants. Ya know, anything with a stretchy waistband and a little more room in the tushy and thighs.
I've lost about 32 pounds since he was born, almost 8 pounds of that being the healthy baby boy that I gave birth to. I still have 8 pounds to go to get to my pre-pregnancy weight, 12 to go to get to the weight I was before I had kids.
I started using My Fitness Pal to track my exercise and calories. It was encouraging, at first. Then, I'd over eat or under exercise. One meal at Pizza Hut was over 1,000 calories!!
I've really been berating myself on my weight. After all, after I had my daughter, I was back down to my pre-pregnancy size by the time she was 4 weeks old.
Oh, how quickly we do forget!
Actually, I wasn't. I started thinking about how differently the weight is coming off this time. I'm still a Fatty McFatfat. In reality, the weight loss hasn't been that different.
After my daughter was born, I went to Sears and got a pair of jeans in the next size up. I wore them until they wore out. I'd continued to lose weight until I was back in my normal area. I could take those pants off without unbuttoning or unzipping them.
I'm my own worst enemy on this process. I'm focusing too much on the number, both on the scale and on the calendar. The scale tells me I'm fat because it's not the same number it was back when I got pregnant. The calendar tells me that I'm running out of time on losing the weight.
It took about 33 weeks to put the weight on, I should stop being so hard on myself. The weight is coming off at a healthy pace. It's really all about perspective.