I’ll be honest: the baby weight has not exactly fallen off.
Half of it disappeared without any effort on my part (thank you, nursing), but the other half? Well, that’s on me. The surprising thing is, I don’t mind as much as I thought I would. Sure, there are many days when I wish I could be back to my pre-baby size, but the majority of the time, I’m just in awe. Not only did I create and sustain another life, but I’m continuing to feed that life. WITH MY BODY. I’ve come to realize that this is an incredible gift that should never be taken for granted.
Even though I’m still hanging on to a little extra weight, I feel great. I love taking Briar for walks, throwing her up in the air, and getting on the ground and playing on her level. I love that I’m back at my favorite gym, taking my favorite classes several times a week, and keeping up with the rigorous routines like I did pre-baby. I’ve been working out consistently since I was fourteen, so exercise is a huge part of my life. I went on daily walks all throughout my pregnancy and even picked them back up about a week after I had Briar (although the first time I stood up and tried to walk after giving birth and being stitched up, I thought my workout days were officially over! HA! #thingstheydonttellyoubeforehand). I’m also enjoying lots of leafy greens, whole grains, and of course, red wine (and Friday night margs!) shared with my favorite company. Of course, there is plenty of room for improvement, but I honestly do not have the mental bandwidth these days to be as disciplined as I once was. I know that this is a very short season of life and I would rather focus on how amazing it is be Briar’s mom instead of how amazing it would be to have a flat stomach again.
I am very aware that the things I say about my body will be the filter through which Briar sees her own body, so it’s extra important to me to set a good example for her. Life is meant to be enjoyed, thigh gap or not.