This was me, the morning after getting a positive pregnancy test. I was proud of how far I had come. Abs were starting to form. My hips were slimming down. I was definitely headed in the right direction. I vowed that I was going to keep going to the gym, and I did, until morning sickness and sciatic pain took me out (22weeks). My excercise came to a halt. By that point, I was willing to take a break. I still had to take care of Jordan and it seemed that with every run on the treadmill came awful pain.
Throughout my pregnancy I gained 35lbs. I gained 30 with Jordan. I felt pretty good about that number. This was my last pregnancy and I felt like I enjoyed it.
So...almost 16 weeks after giving birth, where am I at? I'm about 10lbs away from my pre-pregnancy weight. There are no abs coming through. I have skin that may be loose for the rest of my life. My hips are the widest that they've ever been. Some days it's depressing. Some days I don't notice it. When I get down on myself I look back at that picture. I got my body to look like that. There wasn't a magic pill. I didn't starve myself. I was determined. I did it once, I can do it again! This body has now given birth to two babies. These hips and thighs are strong enough to pace the floors and flights of stairs with a fussy baby. The flabby belly is Jordan's favorite part about his mommy and that makes me feel good. My breasts are flabby because I'm still feeding a baby. The body is an incredible thing. And, for that, I am proud of mine!
I am going to periodically blog about my weight loss journey. Help keep me accountable!