Let’s talk baby weight. Specifically, losing the baby weight.
I wouldn’t say losing the baby weight stresses me out…yet. But in that same vein, I can’t wait and am excited to start working out again. I was medically cleared to start working out two weeks ago, but haven’t yet had a chance to get a formal one in, though the little one and I try to get in a good walk each day.
Before getting pregnant I was always active. The nature of my job was active, so I was constantly on my feet, moving around and lifting. I’ve been a runner since high school and was doing it on a regular basis pre-baby in addition to taking classes at a pilates studio in my neighborhood. Before I found pilates, I was a Bar Method devotee (I went 4-5 times a week) for two years. Being active has never been about losing weight for me, but more about being healthy and feeling good about myself.
I’ve never been a fan of formal diets and don’t really “believe” in them unless medically necessary. That is my opinion and I know that not everyone thinks that way, and I completely respect that, but they’re just not for me. I’m an everything in moderation (including moderation) type of gal. Am I always able to follow that? Of course not. If I want chocolate cake, I’m going to eat chocolate cake. If I have a late night hankering for french fries, I’ll get them (that is if I’m able to get myself out of the house and drive to get them). Of course, I’ll try not to eat that ENTIRE chocolate cake or get late night french fries every night, but if I do, I don’t make or let myself feel bad about it, I just try to make better choices the next day.
To me, all food is to be loved and enjoyed and you should never feel guilty about enjoying it. I also don’t like depriving myself of any certain foods or saying “oh, I CAN’T eat that.” This is even more important to me now that I’m raising a daughter. I want her to have an active lifestyle and a healthy relationship with food. I don’t want her to grow up hearing me say that I “can’t” eat something I clearly want. I love food and I want her to love food with no guilty feelings ever attached to it.
Checking into the hospital to have Cecilia, I weighed in at 142 pounds. This means I gained 35 pounds while pregnant. Leaving the hospital I felt great. I thought I’d still have a huge baby belly, but it didn’t look or feel as large as I thought it would. My belly pretty much looked and felt like a deflated balloon. I actually thought soon after giving birth that I’d gotten back into my pre-pregnancy shape because I felt so great. It wasn’t until I tried to put on the largest size pants I have that I realized I still had quite a bit to go. How much? At my six week postpartum appointment I weighed 123 pounds, so I’ve got a little over 15 pounds left.
As I said before, losing the weight doesn’t currently stress me out. I have a ways to go before I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight, and even though I’m not completely satisfied with how I look, I’m not down on myself for the extra weight I have on me right now – I GREW A HUMAN BEING INSIDE OF ME for goodness sakes. How can I feel bad about the body that accomplished that amazing feat and brought me the most perfect little girl? I can’t. I won’t. No way.
This week I’m starting to work out again in a bid to get back to my pre-pregnancy shape, or maybe I should say to a post-pregnancy shape I’m comfortable with. I say that because I know my body won’t ever be the same after all the miraculous things it has done the past year. I actually am starting to realize that I love that it won’t ever be the same. I have a few stretch marks (nothing major) and that wonderful linea negra that some women develop while pregnant, but I now wear them with pride for my daughter who one day will hopefully look to me as an example of health, strength and love.
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