I'm not a runner. I hate working out by myself. Dieting just makes me want more of whatever the infamous diet know it alls tell me I can't have. So, basically the route I took was just to return to normal. No more hot baths with ice cream sundaes every night, no more excuses for eating for two (not that I really used that much). I did start walking once it warmed up outside, but stopped once the humidity hit. Sweating is not really my thing.
So, you see, I have no helpful hints. Therefore, I didn't find it necessary to post about what I was or rather wasn't doing about the baby weight I had gained. I feel like I should summarize the journey though, because even without working out and dieting, there was a still a journey.
Let's start with some numbers. When I got pregnant I was probably about 10 pounds heavier than I was on my wedding day. It kills me to type that, but I was. Somewhere during those two years weight started to creep up on me. I probably didn't eat the best during those years. There was a lot of Starbucks consumed with whipped cream and cokes multiple times a day. I had a desk job that I hated that led to lots of wine and as I've already mentioned I don't really like working out.
|Honeymoon - Perfect Weight|
When I got pregnant I was really hoping to only gain between 25 and 30 pounds. I gained 40. Oops. I officially weighed the same as my husband. Ick. I'm sure I can't blame all the weight on this, but I could definitely know the weeks I craved sweets were the worse weigh ins ever. I probably shouldn't have consumed all those ice cream sundaes.
|Almost full term...weighing as much as my hubs|
After I gave birth I was really hoping it would just come right off. I've never had weight issues so I had no idea what to expect. Unfortunately I also had a c-section that I babied a little bit in the beginning. My stomach looked like a deflated balloon and I had stretch marks on my ass. Yuck. No one told me stretch marks would be in that area so I didn't moisturize it. Now I know.
|3 weeks postpartum|
I was seriously depressed those first three months when it came to my weight. All the tucking and hiding was just....gross. I hated to sit down. I much preferred to stand...things looked better that way.
Three months after I had Ethan I weighed in at a mere 5 pounds over my starting weight. It did not look the same. Let me repeat. It did not look the same. At that point I thought I was going to have to weigh in at some emaciated number to look like I once did. I couldn't understand. I still don't understand. The numbers after baby mean a completely different thing than they did before baby.
I'm at the same weight in these 2 pictures.
I promise. I'm not lying.
I'm just as confused as you are.
I wish I could remember at what point I got back into my size. I don't remember now, but the overhang? Yeah...it was still there. Gross. I can tell you that it took me 8 months to feel good about myself again though. Eight months before I stopped pulling at myself in the mirror and thinking how gross I looked.
Now, I can finally say I'm happy. I weigh the same now as I did on my wedding day. Some days I even weigh 3 pounds less (I fluctuate now). I could still use some toning. I'm not going to lie there, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to actually break a sweat to do that.
|1 Month ago - 52 pounds lighter|