I’ve written about my jelly belly several times since the girls have been born. I wish I was one of those women who was like; “Oh! All I did to lose the baby weight and fit into my size zero jeans was breastfeeding. Breastfeeding is the best diet ever!” However, simply put, I am not.
I have never been a size zero, and will never be. That’s okay, but what’s not okay is just feeling shitty about the way I look. Staring longingly at my closet and trying to find something that won’t show the back flabs my bra gives me.
After Buds, I was the heaviest I have ever been so I did Weight Watchers and lost almost 60 pounds and felt awesome – then went and got myself knocked up with twins and so long fabulous new body. With the girls in the NICU, I ate my feelings and couldn’t curb the habit once they were home. I tried Weight Watchers then but couldn’t find the time to track and it just fell apart.
But, now we’re on a schedule and I have the time and the desire. I have 20 pounds to go before I’m back to my pre – girls bod, but it’s less about the number and more about the feeling. The hell yah these pants look good feeling!
Maybe if I write about my battle, I’ll feel motivated to keep it up? Here’s to round three and saying so long to this jelly belly!