The first official rant
Things have been rosy in the Clueless household. Touch wood. Risha is eating properly and gaining weight. She is not too cranky most of the times. And to sweeten the deal, she has decided to give us a 5 hour sleep stretch in the night.
But. I guess there always has to be a but. And the “but” here is my…well…butt. The thing is, even though I gained only 25 pounds during my pregnancy, 2 months later I still have about 10 pounds torturing me. And no matter what I do, it is not going away even by a pound. In fact, today morning I weighed myself, did some workout, came back and weighed again. And guess what? I showed half a pound heavier!
The issue is not so much my weight as my wardrobe. I love most of my wardrobe. It has been assembled over time – finding sales and deals here and there. Shopping in some vague store where I got the bargain of a lifetime for an awesome top. I had my favourites – some tops fit me fantastically and I could always fall back on them when I was indecisive. There are clothes that K really loved to see me in. And then there are clothes that are filled with memories. Like the chiffon halter that I wore on my honeymoon or the gorgeous salwar my mom sent on my birthday. And now, they no longer fit. Or they don’t fit the way they are supposed to.
I can pull my favourite jeans up my thighs and even button them, but I end up having a muffin top. The top that fit me perfectly now shows a paunch peeking through. And all my tailored clothes – I can’t get them past my bustline because of my humongous lactating boobs (which I am told are temporary). The tops that fit me well and surprise me end up happening to be my pregnancy tops.
I know, I know that after having a baby my body will no longer have the same shape as before. And I am ok with that. But I am unprepared for the drastic way in which it has changed. I am no Heidi Klum, but I do want my thighs to be non-scary and my paunch reduced to maybe a small pooch. Is that too much? Or is it too soon? I don’t know. But I am starting swimming from next week. Hopefully it will do something that will actually show on the scales.
Ladies – what was your experience with post natal weight loss? Is it possible or are we searching for the Yeti here? Any tips? In the meantime, I will keep chugging along on my elliptical, obsessively looking at the rpm and step count.
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