Right after I had my baby boy in December people immediately felt the need to comment on my weight. We went to church when he was 7 days old and one lady said, “you look just like you did before!” (she honestly meant before I became pregnant, not before I had the baby 😝) First of all, how did me having a baby give her free reign to comment on my weight? And second of all, what she didn’t know is that I was holding my baby in front of me because I very much still looked pregnant (which is completely normal, by the way).
All said and done I gained about 35 lbs throughout my pregnancy. Not a lot, but not a little either. Throughout my whole pregnancy people commented on how tiny and cute I was, how it looked like I was hardly gaining weight… (that didn’t keep me from feeling like a beached whale on most days)
I was far from disappointed when my doctor said I shouldn’t exercise for 6 weeks after giving birth. When else is someone going to tell you to not exercise!? I took her very seriously and gave myself complete grace for 6 weeks (at least in terms of exercise). After my 6 week check-up, however, I was committed to exercising again…for about 2 weeks until I got a persistent pain in my abdomen that sometimes had me flat on my back.
Despite my lack of exercise (and diet, for that matter), according to lots of people I lost the baby weight really quickly. I guess I’m just one of those people whose body bounces back fairly easily, but I’m still 10 lbs above my pre-pregnancy weight.
And I’m completely fine with that.
It’s not because I’m a better person than you. It’s not because I’m the only woman in the universe who doesn’t play the comparison game. It’s not because I don’t see what is considered beautiful in out culture.
It’s because I’m a better mom when I’ve eaten three good-sized meals a day. I’m more patient, more focused, more happy…
It’s because I don’t look at my body the way I used to. Literally. I don’t have the time to stare at my body in the mirror. Ever. Before I had a baby I honestly thought too often about what I weighed. Now? My priorities require that I not focus on the cellulite on my hips. It’s hard enough being a mom without worrying about this.
Do I love my body? Ha! I wish! When I started out writing this post I thought I was in a pretty good place with my body…but the more I thought about it, I realize there are days I feel the extra pudge on my tummy and just sigh. And I still compare myself to other women. My body has given life to another person and that’s pretty remarkable. I used to think a lot about my weight, and now through becoming a mom I am realizing (it’s a journey) that being concerned about the number on the scale is simply not worth my emotional energy. Because my son needs a mom that is more concerned about being healthy and able to take care of him than a mom that is easily angered and skinny.
I would love to hear feedback on this topic, so please leave a comment!
1. If your youngest kid is out of the house, you can’t call it baby weight anymore. It’s called “I hate exercise and I love cookies” weight. Just saying. It happens to the best of us ☺️ oh, but the bladder thing? That’s legit and you can always blame your kids for that one. 😝