A few weeks ago I expressed my discontent with my postpartum body. Josh reminded me thatI didn’t get back down to my pre-pregnancy weight after having Ella overnight and that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. He was right, I was being too hard on myself. I’m not a supermodel and I am certainly not willing to subject myself to wearing multiple pairs of Spanx or crash dieting. I am a normal woman, who has had two babies in two years.
In the past several weeks I’ve been running when I can and being more conscious of what I’m eating. I still have a cookie or sweet treat every day, hello birthday cake, but try to make sure the rest of what I’m eating is fairly healthy. I tracked everything in MyFitnessPal for a few weeks, but once I felt comfortable with judging how many calories I was taking in, I stopped. I lost 3lbs the first two weeks.
This of course was really exciting. I dropped from 140lbs to 137 with little effort. Then I plateaued. Other than the walks I’d been taking Anderson on, exercise was totally sporadic. Luckily Jill and I were able to start scheduling runs twice a week. Running between 3-5 miles with her twice a week helped a lot. I dropped two more pounds.
Here I am 12 weeks postpartum. I apologize for advance for the bathroom pics. No time for timed real pictures with Josh working swings this week.
Not all of my clothes fit yet. Most jeans I can get up and buttoned, but they are not flattering just yet. I’m down to 132 lbs, which means I only have 5 lbs to go until I reach my pre-pregnancy weight and a handful of inches until I take on my usual build.
My body looks a bit different. I have wider hips and a softer belly, but I think I look pretty great. I’ll lose those last few pounds and get back into my clothes when my body is ready. I’m not going to push it. This week and the next several are for settling into a new back to work routine and cuddling with my babies (and husband) as much as possible when I’m home.