The pregnancy weight is finally gone. Hallelujah!!! It is still sort of hard to be terribly happy because even though the scale may reflect those old numbers I used to love to see, the mirror does not reflect the body I used to love. I don't hate my body now, by any means. I am actually quite proud of it in ways I never imagined. It's awesome. It grew a beautiful little baby girl, and it continues to almost 100% nourish her to this day. How is that not amazing?!
I'm squishy in places I no longer want to be squishy in anymore, primarily Olivia's old home. But how to fix that?! The bigger question is, when?! We eat pretty healthy, but I know my diet can always improve. Also, I started walking a bit this weekend with Olivia in the stroller and I hope to make it a regular habit in the evenings once it cools down a bit. I would also love to start possibly training for a race; I'm looking into getting a jogging stroller.
I know in due time (likely in time to get pregnant, again) I will get back to where I was, but for some reason this past weekend I got impatient with the slow process it has taken for me to bounce back. So although, I'm giving myself a little pat on the back for (finally) losing the pregnancy weight, all 55 pregnancy pounds, I'm also trying to give myself a kick in the booty to start getting back into shape.
