When I gave birth to Myla, I weighed 192 pounds. I had gained 55 pounds during my pregnancy, and I felt like a freakin’ whale. I’m not even gonna act clueless and be like “where did this weight come from?” I basically summoned it upon myself. Side note: I cannot eat like Scottie does.
I stuffed my face and took lots of naps and did not exercise nearly as much as I should have. I did have a very healthy pregnancy, but I definitely could have taken better care of myself during that time.
Yeah, yeah, I know. “You were pregnant.” I heard it all the time. Being pregnant gives you a free pass for everything. Eating an entire tub of ice cream was never frowned upon, neither was Taco Bell at midnight or spending an entire day in bed.
Looking back though, I wish I did things differently. I wish I exercised more, even if it was just a quick walk outside. I wish I ate more veggies over fast food. But I can’t change the past, and I am so beyond blessed that I was able to give birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl.
My body is not and will never be the same as it was before I had Myla. And I am perfectly okay with that. I have stretch marks all over: my hips, my thighs, underneath my belly button. All the lotions and oils in the world couldn’t have prevented them from happening because I gained weight so quickly. I have cellulite on the back of my legs that I didn’t have before. And the “mom pouch” is totally real.
I’m not trying to project these changes in a negative light. I’m proud of my body and what is it capable of. And at 8 months postpartum, I am just shy of my pre-baby weight.
I know weight is just a silly number on the scale. I know what really matters is how you feel, and how your clothes fit. But that doesn’t stop me from stepping on that scale every morning.
Losing weight: we all struggle with it. It’s a battle I’ve subconsciously fought my whole life. Gaining 55 pounds was physically, mentally, and emotionally draining. And I could not wait to get that weight off.
How did I do it? I was consistent.
At about 6 weeks postpartum, I went vegan. I cut out all animal products from my diet. No meat, dairy, or eggs. I still eat this way, 6.5 months later. And I love it.
Being vegan and breastfeeding, the weight fell off. Slowly, but surely, a.k.a. the best way to lose it. It wasn’t until about 2 months ago, I finally signed up for a gym membership again. I craved the high from lifting weights that I loved so much in the past. I craved the endorphins from killing a cardio session. And I craved the way working out made me look and feel.
Besides a couple days off here and there, I’ve been getting my ass to the gym everyday. It’s a habit that I am so thankful I acquired. It took me a long time, but I eased myself into it, and now I crave that time to myself at the gym.
Making the time out of your day to exercise is so important. Even if it’s short and sweet, just get out and sweat. There are so many benefits associated with exercise that we just overlook. It’s not until you develop an exercise habit that you start to understand just how important it is for your body.
With my next pregnancy, I am determined to do things differently. I want to look better and feel better, regardless of the belly that will hang over my toes. I know I won’t be perfect. I know I will most likely eat an entire tub of ice cream at least once during my next pregnancy. And I also know I will eat my veggies and exercise more, even if that means getting my butt off the couch for 30 minutes to take a quick walk with the dogs or Myla.
Until then, you can find me at the gym ✌🏼