Weight loss. A sore subject that's been a battle since motherhood. I used to be a skinny kid. I was also a skinny teenager. The girl you secretly hated because I ate ice cream for breakfast and still rocked a bikini. I even maintained it through college, somehow, despite my predominantly fast food diet. I owe this to scheduling my classes on opposite sides of campus almost every day.
Several years, many cheeseburgers and two kids later and I was not rocking that bikini. I lost all of my pregnancy weight with both kids, but what was left over was a stretched out empty belly and redistributed fat, in all the wrong places. I never bothered to lose weight while breastfeeding. I knew I would just get frustrated. A lot of people claim that breastfeeding helps them lose weight. This may be true for me too, if I wasn't so hungry the whole time. So when Beckett finally weaned himself, I ran out of excuses.
I am finally starting to recognize myself again. I haven't hit my target weight yet, but am getting closer and closer every week. The transformation-in-progress hadn't hit me until I saw pictures of me taken earlier this week. I am 18 pounds down from my pre-pregnancy weight today. And 50 pounds lighter than I was the day Beckett was born. I'm happy to see my own face when I look in the mirror now, and not the bloated, overtired and sad version of myself. Check this out:
October 2010 (size 14):
October 2011 (size 6):