My Stubborn Post-Baby Weight


scaleI have an obnoxious confession. For years I have been one of those women who never talked or worried about weight. Yes, I would go 5 pounds up or down on the scale depending on the time of year (hello, Thanksgiving) but I have been blessed with a wonderful metabolism, so if  my jeans ever got tight I would just eat well for a couple weeks and be fine.

Did I lose you? Are you thinking right now about how annoying I am, bragging about my skinny ass? FYI, I am not that woman anymore. I got smacked in the face with a blunt reality stick, in the form of my third pregnancy.

I honestly don’t know what made my last pregnancy different from the others. I ate healthy foods and tried to exercise. I didn’t do as much yoga as usual, but I made up for it by chasing my 3 and 5 year-olds around. I gained the same amount of weight with all three of my pregnancies (30 pounds). And yet…when I went for my post-partum checkup in august and got on the scale I was shocked (and depressed) to discover I had only lost 9 of those pounds. I was/am 20 pounds overweight. Truth.

I have no problem broadcasting this in a public way. I wasn’t exactly proud that I’m still overweight but I wasn’t crushed. There’s no shame in my game. My husband still thinks I’m a fox and I’m trying to be fragile with myself and not freak out. I was juggling a lot this summer and I’m exclusively breastfeeding which makes me crazy hungry, so I just fed my body and moved on with my life. I felt no rush to bounce back celebrity-style from this pregnancy.

And then this week I had an incident. I was at a home improvement store yesterday with my 3 year-old and the baby was in his stroller, snoozing. My biggest kid was at school. I asked the cashier for the date as I was signing something. When she replied that it was the 18th I said, “No! It couldn’t be! I thought it was the 10th! How did I lose a whole week?” And she replied, “Well, with two kids and a third on the way you must just be really tired!”

I kept my eyes focused on the paper I was signing but I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. She thought I was pregnant. I’m still so fat she thought I was pregnant right now. I yanked my shirt further down over my belly, blinked back a few tears, and retreated to my car.

Don’t worry, the presumptuous cashier didn’t shatter my self-confidence. But it was *certainly* a wake-up call.

So I’m putting it out there, ladies. Help me. How did you lose your post-pregnancy weight? Because I’m ready and willing and able. Hit me with your best suggestions!

Read more of Claire’s writing at Rants from MommylandAnd for even more silliness follow her on FacebookTwitter, and Pinterest.

Photo credit: iStock