Happy Saturday! We’re up bright and early over here, as per usual. Eli doesn’t understand about Saturdays yet, but I’m incorporating stories about “Sleep in Saturdays” and “Lazy Sundays” into our bedtime chats. Keep ya posted.
Back in the day, the idea of getting pregnant, huge, and then having to get back into shape seemed like reason enough to leave the baby-making to others. After all, haven’t I been trying to lose the same 10 lbs since ever? I truly felt that after a baby, I’d fall off the wagon completely, get trampled by it, and start shopping at Short and Stout.
But then, hormones, biology, and being married to a super handsome and great guy made me want a little collaborative effort, and I decided to relax. I cannot remember if I addressed this at all on here, but one of the reasons I dropped off blogging in 2010 was because we did get pregnant and lost the baby soon after moving into our new place in Maryland. At the time, I wasn’t prepared to chat about it, but looking at it now, in hindsight, I don’t mind talking about it because it’s something that a lot of women go through, and very few talk about. But that’s for another post.
This one is about bodies and weight.
So, as a result of that, bad hormones, and good old-fashioned comfort eating, I managed to tack on an additional 18 lbs in a short period of time – and it wasn’t water weight either. It was incredibly awful and yet at the same time, I was much easier on myself than I’d ever been. There was part of me that wanted to wait to try again until I had lost those pounds, but I realized that could be a long time, and so…
I got full on pregnant already 18 lbs deep.
By my last weigh-in, 20 hrs or so before Eli was born, I was a solid 58 lbs heavier than I was on my wedding day.
Now, a good 20 – 25 lbs of that went away in the first week, and my weight was absolutely the last thing on my mind in the first few months of being a new mommy. Now it’s been 6.5 months, and I’m hovering at 9-10 lbs over my wedding weight – which may be where I have to stay until I’m done breastfeeding. I’m not entirely sure, but I’ve heard that can happen. It’s more important for me to feed Eli than to zip up a pair of jeans right now.
My pregnancy diet was pretty atrocious. Next time around things are going to be QUITE different. I was fortunate that I didn’t encounter any complications other than hugeness, and didn’t have any blood sugar issues. I indulged a lot of cravings. Like “Find the best french fry day” and “cover it all in cheese day” and dessert became a mandatory addition to any meal. I was also careful to eat as much good stuff as I could (though I never craved a single vegetable those entire 9 months…) and took my vitamins. Baby turned out just fine:
But your body after a baby is just different. Things get moved around, your tummy hangs, and it’s just not the sexiest thing ever. But I have to tell you something that really surprised me about the whole experience: I respect my body. SO much more than I ever have. When I look in the mirror now, I can’t help but feel a little awesome knowing that this carried and grew a healthy and gorgeous baby for 9 months, and then welcomed him into the world. And is currently providing the nourishment he needs to have those freaking adorable fat little thighs. It’s awesome. So I’m cutting my body a little slack for being less bouncy and streak free. It is OK.
However, I have made some dietary changes in the past three months that have contributed to an additional 18-19 lb weight loss, in conjunction with physical movement and bring GREEN JUICE back into my life:
- No sugar. This was both tough and simple at the same time. I discovered through process of elimination that sugar gives me awful acne. All through pregnancy my skin was great, but as soon as those hormones wore off, my skin just freaked out again. Cutting out sugar has drastically reduced the amount of breakouts. At this time I’m not even using Agave because I’m not sure if it will cause a reaction and am not in the mood to experiment. I’m straight up Stevia. It’s OK.
- No refined carbs. That might be obvious, being that sugar gives me acne and refined carbs ARE sugar. White bread, white pasta = pimple palooza. It hasn’t been a huge deal.
Things I was happy to welcome BACK into my life, however:
And plenty of dark chocolate. These things do not give me acne and don’t seem to affect my weight either, when not abused too much. This makes up for the bread and pasta.
I’m also making sure to get out with Eli and do plenty of this, usually 2 times a day:
He loves it. 🙂
Cutting out sugar and refined carbs has not affected my milk supply at all, but I did wait until it was well established to start messing around with anything dietary.
So that’s where we are now. I hope you all have an awesome weekend, and I’ll be back soon with a post on GREEN JUICE. 🙂