In my post earlier this week a few people caught wind where I mentioned I'm at my lowest weight yet. Yep, even lower than when I finished my whole weight loss journey in October of 2011, just prior to getting pregnant again with Lucy girl. Good timing, right? Thank my husband. I kid. I kid.
I had planned to do a weight loss update soon. I know how intriguing this stuff can be, especially after having a baby. Everyone wants to know, did she lose the weight? I get it. Especially because I talked so often about how determined I was to get back to my pre-Lucy weight again.
The good news is: I am back. Hallelujah, thank ya Jesus.
The bad news is: I actually had to do work to make it happen.
Also, I'm a big myth buster. You know how everyone is all, Oh second baby weight is so hard to drop versus the first? Well, I disagree. I get it, it's different for everyone. I just didn't feel that was the case for me. Maybe it's because I had the tools to do it this time? Maybe because I just knew what needed to be done? Or I tasted success before and wanted it again. Either way, I made it happen.
Since you'll divert your eyes to pictures anyway. Here I am now.
Now. Let's talk about this for a second.
Remember when I wrote this post? I was 4 weeks postpartum, totally motivated, got my butt on the treadmill even before my clearance--but I wanted it. I even posted my 4 weeks postpartum flabby belly, large legs, chunky arms on the internet. I obviously have zero pride.
I had a goal to run ONE 5K before Christmas. I ran TWO. (If I had emoji's, this is the part where I'd do a pounding fist, bump bump, just picture it.)
I started tracking weight watchers points again (they have a great program that gives you extra points for nursing mothers).
To be honest, I did it half-heartedly. The holidays were HARD. I lost some weight, yes. I was running some, yes. But I still had some more to go.
It wasn't until I got the holidays over with and my New Years Resolution (yup) on, when I really went to work. I was more committed to tracking. I still ran a little (not near as much as I should have). But mostly? Eating. I watched the small remainder of the weight come off weekly.
Here's a good visual to see the transformation and that it just.doesn't.happen.overnight.
Which leads me to now. Or, a week or two ago, rather. I hit my pre-Lucy weight. But I know that I can probably go a little further. Right now, I'm about 2-3 pounds under that weight. It's not really noticeable, obviously--just a few pounds. But here's some comparison:
note: still nursing. those suckers are heavy.
See? The few pound difference isn't noticeable. And basically--that means one thing to me. I hit my goal. I did! It feels good. But I don't think I'm done yet.
Six months. That's what it took me to really do it. That was losing 31 pregnancy pounds (plus a few). To be honest, I'm one of those girls who leaves the hospital weighing about the SAME as when I went in WITH a baby inside (HOW?!?!? I have NO IDEA and I might have cried tears over it). But, whatever. Deal with the cards your body deals you.
If this wasn't over the holidays, there's a possibility I could have lost the weight quicker, I bet. But for now, I feel pretty darn good about 6 months. Because I had to work for it, and I did.
It feels good to be back.
Thanks for all your support, really.