This is something depressing I want to talk about, post natal baby fat. Okay, just flip over the page if you don’t want to read on.
For the rest, the reason I want to bring up this topic is because I got so upset this morning trying to figure out what to wear for dining out tonight with my hubby. I don’t want anything fancy, just something fits me and makes me look not that much like a pumpkin. I dared myself to check the clothes I had before getting pregnant, honestly, I want to throw all them away if not because I spent all my money on Zonni’s wardrobe. Its been a long time since I’m having the mood trying out a pile of outfits, difference is not many of them still look good on me.
“Maybe I should do a few more sit-ups and it would work.” I was thinking, well, nope! It didn’t work. Who am I kidding, I’m basically expecting a miracle. A friend of mine who is a personal trainer with two kids told me, that it does take a fare bit of time to recover, maybe 7 months, 8 months, even a year or two.
Only thing I need to do is to pick up my stamina so I can have more energy to keep on going. “You can’t do it all.” My friend said, “Its not recommended to lose weight during breast feeding since you do need the hormones to stimulate the milk production, and exercising consumes your hormones as well. That’s why you have to be cautious about the amount of exercise you’re doing.” Great advice, and I just feel the consumption of my patience is far quicker than the speed of getting back into shape.
“The only way to have everything is to know that you’ve already got everything.” I saw this somewhere and love it. With my sweet hubby, most adorable baby and fury puppy, I have a gorgeous family. Yes, I have everything and I feel grateful for it.
Sorry for all the gloomy attitude. Just be patient, things will be alright, because they are.