Whenever I hang out with other mom friends, the subject of our changed bodies and weight gain always comes up. Sometimes diets are discussed, or just wishing that we could be a different size. And I always feel sad after these talks because I'm like hey! You're amazing! You are doing so much every day and your body made a human and you're still going and taking care of said human, and the size of your jeans doesn't effect that. Also, diets suck and (I personally think) should be avoided unless it's to avoid a specific food allergen.
I've unfollowed multiple bloggers that I used to love on Instagram because all they talk about are their diets and how much weight they've gained and lost and it just breaks my heart to see that focus.
Anyways. I think that about those other people. But then I walk by a window as we're leaving and I think, are those really my arms? Do I really have that many rolls under my bra strap? Do I really slouch that much? How did my butt get that flat? And so on.
And I try to remember the things I think about these other women, but it's hard. I try not to think about it too much, but sometimes I feel a little sad that I don't fit into my pre birth clothes, or that I weighed less after giving birth than I do now. But then I remember my body is still recovering, and this is my chance to have a completely different relationship with it. Everything that has changed is simply just a new opportunity.
Now I'm trying to focus on stretches instead of weight training, because as my PT said, you've got to be able to move properly before you can start strengthening things. And I'm trying to celebrate those moments where I'm really feeling myself, like when I wore this outfit to church awhile back. I love these colors and I love the way my butt looks when I stand just so haha!
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