Weighter Things

Colden is just about one-month-old.  During the first two weeks after his birth, the weight fell off. Up to a pound a day. I was ecstatic. I thought, "Wow, I'll be down to my pre-pregnancy size in no time. This is going to be easy."

I was even able to squeeze my engagement ring and wedding ring on (Matt and I have an agreement that he would never ever pay to re-size my rings unless I got back down to pre-pregnancy weight and the rings still wouldn't fit), though I'm only comfortable wearing my wedding band at this time. 

Then, it stopped. As in, I haven't lost an ounce in two weeks.  It's over. I will not lose any more weight without trying hard.  From past experience, I know that my body likes to hang onto weight while I'm breastfeeding (This is atypical, by the way).  I intend to breastfeed for at least two years.  There were times when I was nursing Lila that I worked out hard, watched what I ate and it still didn't come off.  When she weaned, however, the remaining weight fell off in just a few months. Like magic.  Well, I'll admit I had finally purged processed food and was doing a lot of weight training to heal a knee injury - but, I wasn't working my butt off, that's for sure.

While I didn't suffer any birth injuries, my pelvic floor is still too weak to be doing any real exercising.  That will have to wait a couple more weeks.  I stare in the mirror at my double chin and just want to cry. Why oh why can't I be like so many of my friends who just drop the weight like magic after birth? Why not me?  I have nothing to wear, yet I refuse to buy new clothes. Refuse.  Maternity jeans and shirts I wore when I was last nursing will have to suffice for now.

I may have to take drastic measures.  I may, next week, cut out grains and sugar for two weeks. I've done it in the past and dropped seven pounds in one week. My body despises grains and sugar and loves protein.  I know what I have to do and before deep winter sets in and I find myself depressed from lack of sun and wanting to drown myself in comfort food, I better get started.  I've been having a meniere's flare up anyway, off and on for weeks, so it's a good time (getting rid of grains and sugar has helped the meniere's in the past).

I know it's only been four-weeks since Colden's birth and you may read this and think, "What? Relax, be patient."

However, I haven't lost anything in two weeks.  Don't tell me I look great or make excuses for me. It's time.  The "I just had a baby" excuse is rapidly coming to an end, I'm afraid...