I love a good-looking person. I miss my youth. I do the 90 day challenge and end up wondering how many years those “models” actually struggled with their weight. In my personal circle I know a few women who were attractive and thin, gained a ton of weight during their pregnancy and then did a 90-day challenge weight loss program after they had the baby. Like, right after they had the baby.
After Jake, I remember doing Kathy Ireland’s workout like a maniac. I woke up and did the VHS tape. I did the VHS tape when he would finally nap. I’d do it in the evening when it was my husband’s rotation with the baby. I lost my “baby fat”. I looked great.
Four years later, kiddo number two arrived and my VHS exercise tape routine faded. Instead, I was devoting myself to my first-born. Giving him some Mommy and Me time. I don’t regret it, but the weight didn’t come off.
Then things were good. I maintained a weight that I felt good at, never once though of myself as “fat”…baby number three…..baby four…baby five. I joke that I lost all but the last 25 pounds from each pregnancy. Those last 25 pounds just kept adding up on top of the others and well…here we are.
If only that were true. I suppose part of it is. There is also a lot of things in my life that weren’t perfect, that food replaced.