How to Love Your Post-Baby Body
Spoiler Alert: I don’t know yet.
I’m just going to level with you here, because if you’re a mama, you’ve been where I am. In the post-baby-body blues. I mean, I just can’t handle all the extra handfuls of flub.
Now, I already know that you’re sweet and thinking of all the ways that you can comment on this with a bit of encouragement. Thank you. But here’s the real deal.
I’m almost 6 months postpartum and still up 18 pounds of pure skin and squish. And because I love myself and have the tendency to talk to myself positively, here’s what I have in my head on repeat:
· My body was and is the construction site of not one, but two miracles.
· It took 9 months to put it on, so it’ll take at least that long to get it back off.
· I am beautiful and loved and wonderfully made.
· I know how to dress so the fluff isn’t really super noticeable to anyone.
· I am Mother of the Year.
But because I’m not all sweet, and sometimes my sarcasm reigns supreme, I’ve also been jabbing myself a little. And seriously, I do say this sarcastically, but as we all know, there is anywhere from a little bit to a lotta bit of truth in these comments.
Let me set the scenes for you.
I’m hungry and reach for my second round of chips and salsa for the day…“Oh, I wonder why I can’t lose the baby weight…” Eats entire bowl. Cleanses palette with a Dark Chocolate Dove.
I set my alarm early to wake up and exercise…and hit snooze until the kids are awake…“Oh, I wonder why I can’t lose the baby weight…” Feel groggy all day from the repeated wakeup calls and because #momming is hard.
I’m hungry and reach for…insert deliciously salty and sweet combinations of food here…“Oh, I wonder why I can’t lose the baby weight…” Nom nom nom.
Mostly, it’s the food. Lordy, I just love to eat and am a creature of habit, so when the habit is bad, it’s BAD. But so good. But BAD! See what I’m dealing with here?!!
The kicker is, I already have a goal set. I set it as soon as I got the clearance to exercise 6 weeks after giving birth.
I’m going to have a buff bod by June. We’ve got a family vacation and wedding in St. Pete Beach, FL in June, and I’m going to own that beach. I will be excited for swim suit shopping (currently, the thought makes me want to curl up into the fetal position and rock myself to sleep).
But guess what? Just because I have the goal set doesn’t mean I’m going to achieve it. If I keep doing what I’m doing, there’s not even the slightest chance.
So what’s a girl to do?
· Make a workout plan: I’ve recently discovered Fitness Blender, which has a million free exercise videos that I can do at home, because Lord knows I will not be leaving the house at 5 a.m. to go to the gym when it’s 20 below zero outside. I’ll be getting my sweat on in my basement 4 days a week, plus a variety of plank workouts to regain some core strength and hitting the treadmill to catch up on This Is Us (nothing like weeping while running).
· Make a food plan: I’m already 6 weeks in to heavily reducing the grains in my diet, and I’ll take it from there. Maybe I’ll add in some fruits and vegetables sometime soon.
· Get some accountability: My sister is already a boss at the gym, so she’s keeping my mom and me accountable for our 4 days a week workouts, and joining us in the planking. And probably sharing this blog with all of you counts as the most vulnerable form of accountability I can have. Yikes.
· Give grace: I’ve got 2 kids, 2 jobs, and a full life of family and friends. Sometimes I might need a nap more than a workout. Headed into the holidays I’m not going to drive myself crazy saying no to all of my favorites. Stuffing, mashed potatoes, and all. the. gravy. will be devoured. Fudge, sugar cookies, and hot chocolate will be consumed in mass.
So there ya have it. This feels like one step away from posting “before pictures” online, which I just can’t.
If you are where I’m at now, hang tight friend. But also don’t feel like you need to feel the way I’m feeling. This bothers me and that’s the reason why I’m dealing with it. The goal is health, peace, and joy, not self-destruction and additional chaos. You do you. Rock your mom thing. And just as there may be hope for us to enjoy extra-long, hot showers in the future, there may also be a more restful season that brings plenty of time for our favorite priorities and pastimes!
How about you? Share your wisdom for loving or at least temporarily embracing the #mombod!
((Speaking of favorite pastimes, one of my new favorites is surprising moms out and about with Mother of the Year award stickers! Have you gotten yours yet? Make a mama’s day! And don't forget to give your best mama friends Mother of the Year t-shirts for Christmas!))