Three weeks, two mom boobs, and one fupa later, I am standing in the mirror looking at my new body. We are so pressured to snap back. There are a million articles on how to “lose weight fast after your baby”, that women are not healing properly. Granted I have always been a bigger girl. But If you know me, you know something I’m extremely proud of is the fact that I lost over 80lbs before and swore to myself I would never see 275 on any scale again. Although I had gained some of my weight back before I got pregnant, I wasn’t where I started, and I knew the formula to combat weight gain. Things are different now. The fat is distributed differently and like most of everything surrounding my pregnancy & delivery, I figure losing this weight especially this FUPA! is going to be a daunting task.
Call me vain I don’t care, you don’t have to live my life. Im anxious to workout because I don’t want to get settled in this body. See people laugh when Tamar Braxton says she has the fat gene. See I complete understand and relate to this. Although we consider Tamar to be skinny what she is saying is, if not monitored, she could literally just breathe and gain weight. This is definitely my case. I don’t know all of the science behind it, but I know that my body doesn’t metabolize bread properly. I bloat for days, and of course gain weight with a simple consumption of a sandwich. So although I want to heal properly, it is killing me to have to wait 3 more weeks before I’m cleared for light work out. Its not even good for me to leave the house, let alone get on anyones treadmill.
Additionally, I am breastfeeding which means, I really have to eat a lot. No problem right? Just consume lots of veggies and protein. Why is this a problem for me? Because your hormones don’t just all of a sudden stabilize when you have the baby, There’s no push the baby out then *Abracadabra* everything is normal again. No its even worst. I don’t have an appetite, then all of a sudden I’m starving, then everything is nasty. It’s a crap show believe me. Im literally force-feeding myself. But hey things could be worst.
Listen, I love me, and my body. I am not fat shaming nor am I saying I don’t like the skin I’m in. All I am saying is I don’t want to be a fat mom. Coming from being obese and having knee problems before 30, unable to walk or run without getting out of breath. I wanted, no promised myself that I would be healthy not only for myself but for my kid. I wanted to look like my mother when she had me (Click HERE). She was fit and I was her fourth child. She kept up with us. She never watched us play, she played with us. How do you keep your kid fit and healthy if you aren’t. Now here I am already starting off with an uphill battle. Maybe I’m taking things way too seriously….maybe. Either way I am determined to lose this baby fat. Come see me in 6 months!
Me 3 weeks postpartum.
