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Last week I talked a little bit about our struggle with infertility and what it took to conceive Libbie. Here’s the rest, the part that’s related to weight loss!
I was amazed that after I had Libbie, I could fit into my normal jeans in just a few short weeks. In fact, I think after about three weeks I had lost all but 7 lbs. of my pregnancy weight (don’t hate me yet–keep reading). Sure, my jeans were tight–but they buttoned! I was sure if I kept nursing I was going to be the skinniest I’d ever been.
I think it was about that time that the nursing hungry set in. I was more hungry than I’d ever been when I was pregnant. It was insane. Over the next few months, I ate … and ate… and ate. I went back to work and started going out to lunch again. I didn’t exercise. Then there was that whole thing with my husband being gone for 5 months.
I never lost the last 7 pounds. I eventually gained 6 MORE pounds–which somehow, post-pregnancy, made all my clothes fit like I had gained 50. Some days I feel 50 pounds bigger than I did before my pregnancy. I carry weight differently and I feel like it’s more evident. While I feel more confident after giving birth, I hate my body even more than I ever did.
Don’t you just love to blame your weight on something? I like to blame it on this pink-clad, curly-haired cutie.
It’s not her fault, of course. It’s my issue–and my issue that I don’t want to pass along to her.
I may not have lost any weight during this challenge–yet! But I have come to face several issues and made leaps and bounds when it comes to our eating habits. That, I am proud of. And I promise to keep working.
How did you do this week? Link up your post at Giving Up on Perfect, and don’t forget to visit Ashleigh at Heart and Home, too! If you have no clue what I’m talking about, read about the Losing It competition here.