So, here we are... Six weeks postpartum... Still not there yet... But I've come a long way, baby! As evidenced by the photo below, which was taken the day before I delivered.
I have lost 29 pounds of my 47, which leaves me 18 pounds still to go. Not too shabby. Unfortunately, those 18 pounds sit square on my gut, hips, and ass. And if anyone cares, those are the key places that used to fit into a pair of jeans. I came to that HUGE revelation yesterday as I was trying on some pre-pregnancy jeans. Talk about deflating. I also realized yesterday that in my pre-pregnacy days, I was a hussy. Why you might ask? Because I actually wore jeans that fit me perfectly and snug to my body. I don't own a single pair of pants that are a size bigger or a pair of pants that were baggy on me. Therefore, yesterday at six and a half weeks postpartum, I had to wear a pair of maternity pants to my doctor's appointment. (Womp, womp. Enter sad trombone here.) But as I keep reminding myself, it took 9 months to put ON the weight and I shouldn't be surprised if it takes 9 months to take OFF the weight. (Even though I'm secretly hoping that it will all be gone in the next six weeks...)
My weight loss is starting to pick up again, because I'm realizing that I can't eat like I'm pregnant anymore. I've started logging my food in the My Fitness Pal app, just to help me realize how much crap I'm stuffing in my face during the day. I have a mini-goal of losing another 2 pounds before my postpartum appointment with Emery next week.
I am also happy to report that my face appears to be coming back into it's own. Everyone knows about pregnancy fat face, which I had in full effect at the end of my pregnancy. And everyone knows about postpartum tired face. In fact, the scientist told me during my hayday of tired face that I looked ten years older! If bags under my eyes could have killed, he would have been stabbed 46 times in his un-dark-circled eyes. Due to the fact that Fish is starting to sleep a little more at night, I'm able to not feel so exhausted during the day and the dark circles are starting to fade. Hallelujah!
On a sad note? My hair is starting to fall out. My beautiful pregnancy hair is starting to end up in the shower drain and on my coat. I'm thinking that to "celebrate", I need to make a hair appointment have a trim and a color. I've had my natural hair color for the last three years and I think it's time for a rejuvenation... And maybe I should throw in a pedicure and a massage while I'm being selfish...
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