I am not good at being patient. And I’m not good at not beating myself up. So imagine how awesome it is to be almost three months post partum, and I still have a ways to go in my weight loss journey back to normal.
For the longest time, I put my self-worth into a number on a scale. If I wasn’t this number, then I was worthless and no one would want to be near me or with me. True story – I actually lost weight my freshman year in high school and my first year of marriage. I was so terrified of people not liking me, or losing my husband that I forced myself, by whatever means possible, to lose the weight. Whether that be not eating or over-exercising – I would maintain that hard to maintain weight.
So fast forward to being pregnant and then not being pregnant – with about 30 pounds of pregnancy weight to lose. I did the normal things — not eating enough calories, working out before I was cleared…and guess what? My body has given me the big middle finger.
Then, I started comparing myself to other women who had just had a baby, and one only had three pounds to lose to get back to her pre-pregnancy weight — and she was only two weeks postpartum — like WTF. So I started talking to Nadine about this — and she didn’t much like the beating up of myself over this. So, she and B conspired to hide my scale. That’s right — my scale has disappeared. And I’m not even sure what I have to do to get it back. But how cool is that? To have a friend care so much that I don’t put stock into a few numbers — and to allow my body some time to heal.
And just to further prove how awesome Nadine is — here is our exchange Saturday morning.
Laura: ” I went to get on my scale and then remembered it was thieved:
Nadine: “My point exactly. It’s fucking Saturday. Fuck a scale”
I heart-eye emoji Nadine.
And I guess she is so right — why do so many of us women who just had a baby beat ourselves up? I mean, a child just grew inside of us for almost 10 months, then we birth them, and then there is the pressure to look beautiful IMMEDIATELY after the kid is born. I am publicly denouncing that nonsense — it’s time we stop worrying about it and just love ourselves. And our besties — because they are the shizz.