Fat Tummy Redux
I’m currently on vacation but not wanting to leave my poor blog to languish with an old post *gasp* I’ve taken the liberty of digging up a few things from my early days of blogging because, as I like to say, it’s a shame to waste a perfectly good post
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My stepmom recently left a copy of US magazine at my house. While I usually reserve my celebrity catch-up reading for the doctor’s office, I was very compelled to read about how celeb moms are under such pressure to lose their baby weight and of course, all about their personal dramas of postpartum weight loss.
Hah! There was NO drama to be found. Nothing but personal trainers and low-carb ZonePerfect meals being delivered each day. Hmmmph.
I exercise almost every day and I have not lost a single pound in 4 months. I breastfeed (and bottle feed) a voracious 6 month old but no weight loss for me. I keep asking everyone about that devious rumor that breastfeeding helps you lose your baby weight (it didn’t work with my first baby either) but my research yields nothing concrete. My doctor, however, has confirmed that many women don’t lose any weight until they stop breastfeeding. He advises me to enjoy this time and not sweat a measly 15 lbs.
I am enjoying this time but it’s winter. My ass is COLD and I want to fit into my size 10 (and that one treasured pair of size 8) jeans again. I can get them on and even zip them but they’re so embarrassingly tight. This is evident by the ring of loose skin/fat that now hovers over the waist and of course, by the painfully honest words of my 5 yr old daughter who came up to me yesterday while I’m sitting down, kinda poked at my stomach and said…
“Your tummy is still fat”.
Tell me something I don’t already know, Sugarbear
My husband, on the other hand, being the apparently smart man that he is, tells me all the time that I look great. I so appreciate that.
I want my old body back. Not this worn out old thing that wets it’s pants every time it coughs or sneezes… (embarrassing side effect of having a 9.6 lb baby).
Because I am a “glass half full” type of person (I know…just call me Pollyfuckinganna), I prefer to think about what I got in return for this sacrifice. And it’s true. I got something pretty great. But I sure wouldn’t mind wearing my old jeans on a cold night like this. *sigh*
Ironic! I wrote about the PG flab today…have a great vacation! A blog post is a terrible thing to waste.
Even in reruns you’re funny. :)
Have a great vacation!
Enjoy your vaca, Izzy.
Sigh. I know. Me too. All of it. Still.
And I can’t quite bring myself to get rid of the pre-PG clothes that I probably couldn’t squeeze into if I were a mere skeleton. Maybe I will consign them this fall. Maybe.
I have no excuse. I don’t even have a baby. Does sitting on my butt in front of a computer for 20-plus years (my first office computer was a MacPlus) count?
Me too, Izzy. Me too!!!!!!
every week, when my wife finishes her US Magazine, she puts it down he graod, “Now I feel fat.”
That magazine is evil.
Dahling…Size 10? I smile grimly at your size 10’s.
But I will hold you hand, and pour you a glass of wine.
Oh how I could relate to your post. I hope you’re having a fun vacation. Don’t you worry about us faithful readers - we’ll come back when you do.
9.6lb baby? Woah Mama, you are a superwoman!
hehe so cool to share the golden oldies while on vacation!
I weep for my old body.
I also squirt when I sneeze. Oliver was a nine-pounder.
I couldn’t lose the last bit of poundage til after I stopped bfing and could go hard core on the diet foods, without feeling i was passing poisonous diet chemicals into the baby or diminishing my supply with hard core exercise. Don’t worry about it now.
lisa
holy crap. i’m so glad you had the balls to admit that you wet yourself when you cough or sneeze. (me too) and i beat you on the gigantic baby factor- 9lbs. 8oz.
i’m pouring some of my beer out for my homie on vacay. i know now, i’m not alone.
Yes, of course you get something great out of it. But I can’t help but think about when I was in my baby classes and the previous class came in to visit ours with their new babies and tell us about their labors. There was one girl who told us all about how she fit right back into her old jeans a week after she had her baby. The teacher, of course, interrupted her and told us that this was very unusual. But, idunno… I see women out and about (though I do not know them) who appear to be perfect size 0’s and have twin 3 month old’s in their double strollers. I console myself by saying that this woman is a nanny who was hired because the children’s mother is too fat to leave her house without a harness.
It must be the summer, because everyone I read (including myself) is obsessing about those nasty extra 10 to 15 pounds.
I have no answers, just wanted to comment as your post made me laugh….Anne
Totally off topic, but when you get back- do you have an RSS Feed?
15 pounds? Oh, please. Seriously. Although it being an old post, I’m guessing that by now you’ve eithr lost it or made peace with it? And yes, smart smart good husband!
Hope you’re having a great vacation! I know the feelings you describe in this post. Ack.
Looking forward to reading of the vacation…
Thanks for the older blog as I am still new to this and I am getting my Izzy fix…