January 1st we made our goal for the new years. Hugely pregnant and missing some good denim I made my goal to be in my skinny jeans by Christmas. I've always been dedicated to working off the baby weight so this wasn't a lofty goal for me by any means. I had my plan, wear the girdle for postpartum support (and hopefully help push things back into place) come March and I'd start back to working out.
The strangest thing happened, March came and I wasn't in a big hurry to set Miles down to sweat to a video. The few times I did he cried and so did I as my ligaments were still too lose and ached painfully. We did some strolls along the bike path once the weather cooperated but it was by no means cardio. Then summer was here and I thought we'd start biking all over town like summers past. The kids were more content to play together and Miles preferred to be held. Since he's the last baby we're planning for I'm going to hold him as long as he'll let me.
Fall is here and with the threat of snow tomorrow I realized that winter is just around the corner and Miles will be one year old in a little more than two months! Those skinny jeans aren't going to fit by Christmas since I can't even pull them up over my hips yet. I held them up today and laughed to think that at one point I wore them and wasn't even comfortable in my own skin. But another pair of old pants fit. The largest ones in the box, and that's ok. So in spite of my lack of vigorous exercise the baby fat is melting away. Compliments of extended nursing (and perhaps the iodine supplements too).
It is always a marvel to watch my belly grow and swell with life. It has been just as intriguing (albeit at times frustrating) to watch it morph into its new normal, without any pushing or shoving from me. A refreshing place to be.
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