I often joke with my husband that if not for my genetics, I would probably weigh 900 pounds. I love food and have gone through seasons of having extremely unhealthy eating habits. That being said, I don’t think I ever ventured above 135 pounds before getting pregnant. Both my parents are on the smaller side, so although I’ve always had a bit of a “pooch,” I’ve never been obese.
I don’t share this to brag. And I don’t want to be perceived as being all “woe is me.” I’m saying it because I think women can have mixed feelings about their bodies at any size. And right now, I wonder if my #mombod is too skinny.
Since college, I’ve pretty much hung out around the 130-lb mark. When I was pregnant with my first son, I put on about 23 pounds and lost it fairly quickly. When I got pregnant with my second son less than a year later, I put on that same 23 pounds. That’s where the similarities stopped.
After giving birth to my youngest, I eventually returned to my pre-pregnancy weight. But my weight loss didn’t stop. There’s a big difference between being a mom to an infant versus being a mom to an infant and a toddler. My toddler is insane. He is the Energizer bunny from dusk til dawn. Rather than hanging out at the 130-lb mark, the pounds continued to fall off. I was chasing him around the house, trying to thwart his attempts to accidentally fatally injure his baby brother, and I rarely had time to eat.
During this time, my dad experienced some serious health issues. It scared me to death and I realized that I needed to improve the type of foods I ate. I did the Whole 30, drastically improved my eating habits, and lost six more pounds.
Today, my youngest son is 14 months old and I weigh about what I did in high school. I lost the 23 pounds I gained during pregnancy and then I lost about 15 more. In case you’re doing the math, I lost just shy of 40 pounds in a year. Or in case you’re doing even more math, I gained 23 pounds, lost 23 pounds, gained 23 pounds and lost 40 pounds in less than three years. Pregnancy. Is. Insane.
I’m happy to say that I’m the healthiest I’ve been in years, but I’ll be real- losing 40 pounds in a year majorly messes with your mind. Some days, I feel like a stranger in my own body. Comments about how “skinny” I am hit me hard, and I find myself paying more attention to the numbers on the scale. I don’t know if my current weight is my new normal, or maybe those 15 pounds will creep back once my children reach school age.
I guess my point is, you don’t need to be overweight to struggle with your #mombod. Going through a massive physical change in such a short amount of time can really do a number on your psyche. So, be kind to new moms, regardless of their size. Making a human is not for the faint of heart!