All these clothes ....
It's been not quite six weeks BLAH BLAH BLAH, but the fact is, postpartum weight loss is a stressor. Don't gimme that "chill out, it hasn't been that long" crap. I have two pairs of pants that fit.
I've made a decision. Weight loss is totally backwards. You should shed pounds based on what you don't eat - not what you do.
For example. You wanted a brownie, but refrained? Good job. That's half a pound lost. You held back from second helpings at dinner? That's worth at least one. You only had one scoop of ice cream, instead of polishing off the carton? Five, easy.
Whenever we resist temptation, I really wish the weight you would have gained would be lost instead. If only, if only.
(Why is it so dang S-L-O-W?)
You know, I told myself that since it takes nine months to gain, I'll "give it" nine months to lose. Unfortunately, I never listen to myself. Cuz the truth is, I secretly expected my chunks to waste away easily and overnight. I didn't even realize that I had this expectation until I was disappointed with losing only one pound last week.
Twenty-seven down ... twenty-nine to go .... (why did I gain so much this time?!)
Truth be told, I feel good. I even feel like I look pretty good. Being a fairly delusional person helps in this area. But this No Clothes Situation is really starting to get to me.
... But hey. I have a beautiful baby.
And he's worth every pound.
(Now that's love.)