There is something very odd going on in my closet.
I have several pairs of pants that I purchased after Westley was born that all claim to be the same size as my pre-pregnancy jeans. In fact, I'm wearing one of those pairs of pants now. But my pre-pregnancy jeans don't fit. Not even close.
Okay, that's not true. They're perfect around my calves.
Seriously, though, it's making me a little crazy. I know about variations in sizing from designer to designer, I know that different cuts and styles and rises can mean going up or down a size, and I know that what I'm really supposed to care about is keeping my body healthy and being as good a mother as I can be to my boy. But at the end of the day? I just want to fit into those stupid fucking jeans again, dammit!
I'm about seven pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight (on a good day--and 23 over my goal weight) and I feel like it's not only in the usual places. I suddenly have these hips and thighs that were never really there before, and I've got a lot more Meow Mix goin' on in the back. I want to call it "baby weight" but my baby isn't really a baby any more. Really, it's just weight. Weight I still have to lose, because I ate lots of French fries while I was pregnant. And because being tired and depressed and snowed in and nursing a boy who loooves to nurse and cuddle don't add up to much in the way of exercise.
Fortunately, I feel like I'm finally getting on track. I started carving out 30 minutes to walk in the evenings. It's not much, but at least it's movement. Occasionally, I even manage to sweat. It's only been a week, but I seem to be sleeping better, and I think I have more energy during the day. And not wanting to undo any progress I might have made in my 30 minutes of aerobic iPod-listening and magazine-reading keeps me from snacking in the evenings. Of course, it's way too soon to see any progress in the jeans department, but I feel so virtuous after going for my walk that it's a real temptation to try them on (again).
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3 comments:
noelle, i totally hear you. i had to weigh 15 lbs less than my pre-pregnancy weight in order to fit into the pants that fit before. and even then, they didn't fit the same way that they used to. don't even get me started on how none of my shirts button over my nursing boobs, either. it's as if all the clothes in my closet belonged to a different woman. i wish someone would have told me about this before i got pregnant so that i could have boxed all those clothes up for a couple of years, rather than leave them in my closet to taunt me.
I had Emma 3 months ago and am now at my pre-preg weight but my jeans still do not fit. I'm just shaped differently now. I'm solving this problem by wearing skirts and dresses. In pictures you look fabulous. Happy Birtday!
There are mysteries upon mysteries when it comes to our post-pregnancy bodies.
I was losing weight with a vengeance (for the first time in my life) until I stopped breast feeding. Luckily, I'd dipped to 15lbs LESS than my PPW, so now I'm just back to my PPW.
I bought a bunch of smaller pants with total elation at the thought, only to be back in my old jeans again.
Oh well. I'll know better for the next one.
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