Friday Weigh In

Down 2.8 lbs. Pretty good for my no counting weekend and considering I had a double cheeseburger for dinner last night. 288.4.

Also, I met my mini goal of reaching my prepregnancy weight. Well, my weight at my 8 week appointment. See, I never weighed myself, and I never even looked at the OB's office, except for my first appointment (which was on February 8th of last year. Funny how you remember these dates). I suspect this is actually a little lower than my prepregnancy weight, since I actually lost some weight from there (according to my OB -- I didn't look remember?) but I consider 289 the starting weight for pregnancy.

It's funny to be so happy about getting back to where I was a little over a year ago, but my body has been through a lot in the intervening year. Carried a baby with aplomb, delivered her with notsomuch aplomb (I wasn't exactly good at labor, though I like to think I was excellent at pregnancy), fed a baby with aplomb. I've gained and lost over 50 lbs. (Despite not looking at the scale, between the Wednesday I gave birth and the Wednesday 2 weeks after I gave birth, I lost 44 lbs according to my OB. Officially the fastest weight loss ever). My body now is not the body I started with. It's striped like a zebra and has some lovely skin flaps and scars. But I'm back at that weight.

This also means something else. None of this weight is baby weight. Not one pound on me can be attributed to my little bundle of joy. It's interesting -- having been overweight most of my adult life, it was never quite as acceptable until I had a baby. All of a sudden, some of my peers didn't have perfect bodies either. Baby weight is OK, to a point. Regular weight is not.