It was one of those days that even though I was really going nowhere...I could find NOTHING to wear. I went up to my closet multiple times throughout the day to torture myself. I tried on every freakin' pair of pre-baby jeans/shorts/capris I had.
Some of them "fit", but by fit, I mean, I had to dance around like an idiot to get them up, suck in, and then button, and pray it didn't bust. After that, I had the most disgusting case of muffin-top I've ever seen. Maternity jeans just sag and fall down around my waist, now.
I'm at a really annoying in-between phase.
Every shirt in my closet hugs the wrong area. My stomach. Ew.
My thighs were already big, yet, they feel gi-freaking-normous after 9 months of pregnancy cravings gone-wrong.
My boobs...they're umm...big. Duh. But, having big boobs, and not a small waist at this moment in time, makes me look...
I felt really fat.
I know I need to be more forgiving of my body. I know I need to give my body more time. I know it's only been 6 weeks and that I literally just hit the "Okay you can exercise now!" mark. I know what my body did over the last 9-10 months was an absolute miracle and I have a cute-little-face to prove it.
But the truth is, I'll never, ever get my body fully back again. I didn't ever have any great body to begin with, but...compared to this? I would totally take it back in a second.
Writing this makes me vulnerable. I realize this, and I hate being vulnerable.
All in all...I guess I just have a lot of work to do.
I remember posting this belly picture when I was pregnant with Miss E....and I remember feeling insecure because I felt I was in the "awkward" phase.
...and now, I'm NOT pregnant anymore...and, well... I look worse then that.
So---here's the part where you tell me what worked for you. Did your belly ever get back to semi-normal again? If so...when? Is there hope? No hope? Should I write my pre-baby-belly a goodbye forever letter? What do I do about all the access around my mid-section....lunges? The not-so-good at exercising me needs advice.
I hate "fat" days.
I hate "fat" days.