So, I am wearing a belt today, one that I owned and wore before I was pregnant. Wearing a belt is something I haven’t done since I was 4 months pregnant. This is monumental to me, because these prego pounds are especially sticky in my ass and tummy area. I am certainly not the body I was before, not that it was spectacular, but they aren’t lying when they tell you your body changes after carrying a baby around for 40 weeks. Needless to say, I am feeling pretty accomplished.
This whole weight thing rents space in my head all the time. I know quite a few recently pregnant gals who are working hard to lose that weight. I can’t say I am not doing it either. I step on the scale everyday just to reassure myself I am at least not going up. I have loosely been following the weight watchers points system, but really just focusing on portion control. Whole grains, lots of fiber and non-prepackaged food is not a problem with us most of the time. Trader Joes is our friend. Plus! I have been exercising almost everyday running 3 days a week and walking the others. The fear of re-injuring my back is always in the back of my mind as well; and that is terrifying. I can actually jog three miles again. I remember praying to God when I was flat on my back, crying in pain that I promise I won’t not exercise again. I am grateful to be able to do that.
Anyway, my shirt is tucked in, I have a belt on, and the journey continues.
