I decided to try something different this month. I didn’t take any measurements. While I did weigh myself (and again after our vacation), I decided that I didn’t want to focus so much on the numbers and more on how I look and feel and how my clothes fit. Every month, recording those numbers would get me all worked up when I didn’t see the numbers budge. Should it really matter if I know I’m at my pre-pregnancy weight and I am feeling good about my body (most of the time)? The answer is an obvious no. And thankfully, the pictures can do the talking instead.
Oooh, hello summer tan! I also look A LOT less tired now than I did at 1 week! Ha!
There are definitely some noticeable differences, but I really didn’t need the pictures to tell me that. Not all my clothes are fitting comfortably all the time, but for the most part, everything fits. I will admit though, like every other woman in the world, I still struggle with body image and not feeling “good” about my postpartum body. I think it is human nature to feel that way and sometimes changes take some time to get used to. I know there is still work to do – strength training has been seriously lacking for the last few months – so I can’t expect to look exactly how I used to pre-baby when there are obvious things missing.
Thankfully, my nutrition has been pretty on point lately. Yes, I still eat dessert every night and drink a beer (or 2) once or twice a week. But, I am sticking to the 80/20 rule and giving myself some wiggle room in my diet. I am eating healthy the majority of the time and I am doing much better on watching my portions. For awhile this summer, I think I was actually eating too little, especially as my training has ramped up to prepare for the half marathon next weekend and my runs seriously suffered. I’m still trying to find a good balance between calories in vs. calories out, but I’m getting closer.
My mental health has still been the biggest hurdle to overcome. There are days where I can’t possibly imagine a better life. I have a wonderful husband, two beautiful children, a beautiful new home, a job I love, and we are living comfortably, well within our means – and I know that. How could I possibly feel that my life wasn’t absolutely perfect? But, other days I feel the exact opposite. However, the breakdowns are so short lived – 20 minutes and then it’s back to rainbows and unicorns – that I don’t really think too much about them after they are over. I am getting to the point now at 6 months postpartum that I think seeing someone about it might be a good option, especially since my emotions haven’t changed too much in the past 6 months. I am still learning my triggers (mostly stress and feeling overwhelmed) to help keep a breakdown from happening, so we will see where it takes me.