Here are a series of pictures and what I loved about them:
February 2010, just finding out I'm pregnant, 1 month along and also in the best shape of my life.
April 2010, 3 months along; of course, loved the fact that I was showing.
July 2010, 6 months along. I still fit into some cute clothes and felt good about it.
Mid-October 2010, 9 months along and the biggest I've ever been (both belly-wise and weight-wise). And I think that was what I loved the best.
Late October 2010, 1 week post-partum. Glad to not be pregnant any more!
Beginning of November 2010, 2 weeks post-partum. Still feeling good about myself, taking it easy and cherishing the days (and nights).
End of November 2010, 5 1/2 weeks post partum.
I fit into normal jeans! No more elastic belly pants!
February 2010, just finding out I'm pregnant, 1 month along and also in the best shape of my life.
April 2010, 3 months along; of course, loved the fact that I was showing.
July 2010, 6 months along. I still fit into some cute clothes and felt good about it.
Mid-October 2010, 9 months along and the biggest I've ever been (both belly-wise and weight-wise). And I think that was what I loved the best.
Late October 2010, 1 week post-partum. Glad to not be pregnant any more!
Beginning of November 2010, 2 weeks post-partum. Still feeling good about myself, taking it easy and cherishing the days (and nights).
End of November 2010, 5 1/2 weeks post partum.
I fit into normal jeans! No more elastic belly pants!
This is the first time EVER that I've ever been normal, pregnant and then not-pregnant all in one year. I love this series of pictures because they show how my body changed throughout the year. Maybe I didn't enjoy the changes, but it didn't make me love my body any less.
I'm not one to be concerned with weight, rolls, cankles... Oh yah, I LOVE it when I drop a pant size. I mean, come on now, is that a boost or what?
But I've come to the point in my life where it's not about comparing myself to every woman I know or see on the street; it's about loving my body the way it is, no matter what size I am.
I'm already planning on running my first 5K at the end of January next year. I'm excited. It will be the beginning of, what I hope to be, a good year of running. I picked up this activity the middle of last year and did it for a few months, just in time for a 5K in October.
I was in the best shape of my life. I looked good, I felt great! The best part was I felt so good about myself. Not only did it affect me, but it affected my relationship with Bryce. I can not think of one negative thing that came from being in shape.
I am SO ready to start that again. I feel good about myself most days, but I'm out of breath from going up the stairs. I'm out of breath walking up the street to our mailbox. I'm out of breath from dancing in the living room with Piper and Samantha. And THAT does not make me feel good at all.
I know I just had a baby. I'm not out of the woods yet. It's going to take some time and I'm going to be patient about it.
After all, I've got the rest of my life ahead of me.
2 comments:
Thank you for this. I have been feeling super down on myself for not dropping my baby weight yet. While I admire your body's ability to be more elastic, I love your attitude.
I admire you for your desire to run again! I wish I had that desire. I've never enjoyed running but have always admired those who do it and find joy in it! :)
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