I am not a Resolutions person.
So it’s just a coincidence, I promise. The thing is, Tessa’s starting to wean herself. At least I think she is. She’s nursing less. She’s eating more solids. We’ve had to give her some bottles lately out of necessity since she’d already sucked me dry.
Now that we’re hitting this milestone I can finally start thinking about something I’ve been in denial about since the day Tessa was born: the baby weight.
I really stressed about baby weight after Graham was born. The thought that it would take me months to lose it was enough to make me a little crazy. This time around I pledged I would not worry about it. And I wouldn’t give it a thought until after I finished nursing Tessa.
But here we are. A 10-and-a-half month old baby starting to wean. Nursing did have some benefits. By the time Tessa was 2 months old I was 20 pounds lighter than I was when I went in to deliver. Sure, a good chunk of that was BABY, but I only lost half that after Graham. Since then I’ve stayed pretty stable around 153-ish pounds.
Here Tesser’s about 6 weeks old. Still definitely stuck in big belly mode.
And here’s an update in June where the pooch has settled into itself.
And here in the fall it’s pretty much the same. It isn’t huge and sticking out. But it’s there.
I’m at the point where I’m used to the belly. I’m thicker all around in the middle. My low-stress approach has worked well because I’m finally reaching the point where I feel ready to take care of that sucker.
I do not have a big plan. I do not have a diet.
I have a little plan or two. Healthier lunches with more veggies and meat-less protein. Walks with the stroller when there’s no snow on the ground, walks with the carrier if the sidewalks are okay. Ideally I’d have one of those treadmill desks but we have neither the space nor the funds. So instead just a little walking and hopefully I can manage it more than 3 times per week. (You may be thinking that’s not a lot of times. But I know the danger of setting goals too high, failing and then feeling crappy about it. I am all about the low bar.)
I know it will take a while. After all, Graham was 2 before I felt like myself again. But I’m ready to be a little more vigilant and start working for it.
Hi, normal me! Hi, poodge that is still there but not obvious! Hi, smaller boobs that I don’t really miss but that’s okay! Hi, jeans that are still a size or two too small! I look forward to seeing you all some time soon…