Yesterday I celebrated my daughters first birthday! It was a gentle reminder that I have come a long way, yet I have plenty more to go. Although I am able to wear all my favorite clothes again, I cannot say that I worked for it. I know that may seem unfair but the fact that I dropped thirty pounds in the first two weeks postpartum made it clear to me that my weight loss (or weight gain) had nothing to do with working out. (Thanks water retention and raging hormones.)
I am proud that I never freaked out about the number on the scale (even though my doc reminded me weekly that she did not recommend closing in on forty pounds weight gain during pregnancy- sorry doc! Got ya beat!). Additionally, I am proud that I have been patient with my body as I journey back to my days of kettle bell swinging and pistol squats. I equally accept that I have now graduated from early baby days and it's time to break a sweat.
I humbly would like to remind us all, that what is seen on the outside is not the story in entirety. Yes those fifty pregnant pounds are long gone, but my body still feels like it is in a million pieces and I am just now starting to put those pieces back together.
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