

Accepting My Postpartum Body
I certainly haven’t kept it a secret that my body hates me. After having Caleb I ended up being 25 pounds over what I was before getting pregnant. I had a pretty healthy pregnancy – I went for lots of walks and I ate moderately well (I craved salad and green grapes…) so I don’t know where all the pounds came from. After having Caleb the pounds refused to drop. My body started looking better but still I was 25 pounds heavier. All the extra skin at my belly makes me look like I *could* possibly still be pregnant and my boobs are bigger than they’ve ever been in my life – even after weaning (which I don’t hate…)
I can exercise a million and yet the scale doesn’t move. I mean, you guys, I’ve upped my the weights TWICE in my exercise class since starting a few months ago and yet the scale doesn’t move.
I’ve run the gamete of emotions. I’ve experienced all the stages of grief. Finally I feel as though I’m coming up on acceptance.
The past few days I’ve taken a huge step into acceptance and went through my closet with a judgmental eye and got rid of the clothes I don’t fit into. There were a few few pieces that I decided to keep in the hopes that *maybe* someday I’ll get down a few more sizes but, for the most part, they’re gone. I sent a few things to ThredUp, I’ll be opened a Poshmark account to sell others, and I donated the rest.
I would love to encourage you to embrace the body you’re in as well! Don’t settle for a body that isn’t healthy but, if you’re doing your part and the scale isn’t moving, sometimes we’ve just got to give in. My body grew and fed a child for almost two years. My body is amazing even if it hates me.
Your Turn:
Did you struggle losing weight after having kids?
Have you accepted your body for the way it is?