Is it so wrong to want — at 4 weeks after having a baby — to have my pre-pregnancy body back? Or the Body I Had When I Met Kevin back?
Now, provided that my scale isn’t consistently lying to me, I’ve lost 32 lbs so far. It’s one of those digital scales with the “body fat analyzer” (I used quote marks because I think it just makes stuff up. I don’t really have 36% body fat, do I?).
I won’t buy a digital scale again. It gives different readings depending on where in the room you put it. I, of course, put it in the place where it gives me the lightest weight result. I’ll take a good, regular dial scale again. You might not always like what they tell you, but at least they don’t lie and make things up.
So I’ve lost 32 lbs. And have 17 more to go to get to pre-preg weight. To get to “ideal” weight, add on another 8 lbs.
This means that I don’t fit in my regular clothes. Nor do I fit in my preggo summer clothes. And the winter clothes are too warm to wear right now, and some are actually still too small somehow. I guess I was growing a belly at the beginning, not the hips and thighs I grew at the end (to counterbalance the belly, of course).
So that leaves me with 1 pair of size 14 capris that I went out and bought. Size 14! Seems like such a long way to go to get back into my size 8 clothes that were getting a little snug last fall.
I know, it’s only been a month. It took 9 months to put on the weight….I should at least give it 4 months to come off, right? I don’t know if I can stand the thought of 9 months of shedding pounds right now.
And while caring for a newborn is demanding, it’s not like I’m walking miles around campus anymore or going to the gym or swimming at lunch. I just need to walk miles around the neighborhood. With Duncan in the stroller that he pooped in the other day whose cover is completely impossible to take off and put in the wash. That’s why they make Windex. That stuff cleans everything.