Yesterday I went in for my last check before baby, the nurse took my blood pressure and it came back a little higher than normal. I have low blood pressure, it sits in the 60’s normally, so when it’s elevated that puts me in the ‘normal’ range. The only other time my blood pressure has gone up was the day before I delivered Madison. Naturally I had a mini freak-out, I mean I’m ready, but I’m not, ya know? Anyways the Dr checked me, head is falling out and I’m at a 2 so I was good to go back to work.
I decided to pull up my online info from the Dr and look at my blood pressure history throughout the pregnancy and I saw it. My weight. I mean they just put it on there in black and white right next to your vital signs. All these months of not knowing and I finally saw it.
Yep. I’ve gained around 52 pounds and the funny thing is, I’m not even the littlest bit upset about that number. In fact I feel GOOD about myself when I look in a mirror. Yes I can see where the weight is even if others who see me on a regular basis don’t, but I know that my body did what it needed to do to give me a healthy baby boy. My thighs needed that cush and my boob’s just hate being small what can I say?
This is coming from a girl who was OBSESSED with the scale; I would weigh myself several times a day, I would weigh myself after I peed and I would never ever weigh myself with a stich of clothing on. The scale used to make me cry and I’m now proud to say that now it’s just a reference tool for me. This same outlook is what has kept me consistent at the gym for 9 months, I don’t go to get thinner I go to feel good. I go because it’s good for me and for my baby.
I’m proud of how far I’ve come in this journey, not just while pregnant, but my entire outlook on losing weight and being happy with myself. It takes time to learn that you don’t have to reach that ‘perfect’ body to be happy, you can choose to be happy at any point. Knowing that I’ve put in MY best effort is what makes me proud!
|My last Body Pump class before baby!|
Getting healthy is not just a physical things it's a mental one. If your only goal is to look like someone else then you are never going to be happy, you need to get to the best version of you. Celebrate YOUR success and don't compare yourself to others. I mean of course I would like to throat punch the girl who leaves the hospital in skinny jeans, human nature and all, but I'm not going to be down on my own amazing body just because I don't. That's why God invented Spanx. I'll happily stuff it in until my own time comes to pull those skinny jeans back out, I'm willing to do the work.