WHHHEEEEERRRRREE??? (I am singing in my head the tune of where have all the cowboys gone, feel free to join me).
In my earlier years, my metabolism kicked butt. In fact, it seemed a little overactive. There were many shed tears in my preteen due to my scrawniness. I was the very definition of a beanpole. I was literally all legs and arms.
When I reached high school, I began to embrace the fact that I could eat ANYTHING without suffering the consequences of a pudgy belly and flabby tush. I realized that some girls envied what I once hated.
My first years of college were the same. I put on a little weight, but managed to elude the dreaded freshmen 15.
The slowing of my metabolism was so gradual, I barely noticed. However, the past couple years my eating/no exercise habits have caught up with me. Add a pregnancy, and the poundage really adds up. I remember one of the prenatal appointments watching the scale tip to a number I never knew I could reach.
Even with that being said, I have been one of the lucky ones who was able to lose the weight fairly quickly. Somehow my mind was able to trick my eyes into thinking that since I weighed less than my pre-pregnancy weight, I now looked the same (if not better) than I used to.
However, that metaphorical blindfold was viciously ripped from my eyes yesterday. The day I stepped into the dressing room with a swimsuit in hand is forever engraved in my brain.
As I surveyed my reflection, I wondered who could be so cruel as to put a fun house mirror in a dressing room. Surely that isn't what I look like?!?!?! I now understand the expression "dreaded swimsuit season.
I am officially waging war on my random bulges! I WILL reclaim my former body! I WILL look good in my new swimsuit! I WILL, with confidence, make appearance in said swimsuit!
I just wanted you to know. Maybe if some of you are facing the same dilemma, we can unite for the cause! It's on, post pregnancy body...IT IS ON!!!!