And now, a white girl whine.
I have lost an extra twenty pounds after hitting my pre-pregnancy weight pretty early on. As a breastfeeding mother I really can’t take any credit for this.
So even though I’m back at a weight I was a few years ago, it certainly doesn’t feel that way. Not that I ever felt fat even when I was at my biggest. But I KNOW what this number looks like, and to me it does not look like that now.
I need to buy new jeans because everything I own right now is too baggy and I haven’t bought Booty Pop yet to help keep my pants up (REMINDER: MY BIRTHDAY IS NEXT WEEK). I’m still in the mindset that I wear a size X and I’m reeeeally hesitant to buy something smaller.
Because, again, let’s face it. I am only at this weight because of breastfeeding. Glorious, wonderful, euphoric breastfeeding. Breastfeeding that lets me eat as much as I want and takes away all of my calories.
But! Even after Scout is weaned I plan to donate to a milk supply bank for as long as I can. Because of THE BEHBEHS, guys. Not my obsession to maintain this weight.
It does feel good to be back, even of it was a total cop out easy way to get here. I guess I will just Goodwill for now because for the first time I am afraid to shop.
