I am five pounds away from my pre-baby weight. Five pounds away from fitting comfortably into my cute clothes. Just five pounds.
It doesn’t sound like much. It probably doesn’t look like much. But it feels like so much more. These extra pounds feel more like a ton.
They slow me down. I am not nearly as quick as I used to be. Everything takes just a little longer than it used to. But the good news is that I’m still moving, albeit a bit slower.
These pounds make me look down. I can’t help but stare at the bulge where my waist once was. I am grateful to be able to see my tired feet again. They are less swollen and able to stand for a little while longer than they were 15 months ago.
These pounds make me look around. I am constantly comparing my body to the women on TV, the chick on magazine cover, the girl on the bus stop. I never feel like I measure up.
The good news is that I have stopped trying.
i’m not a skinny chick any more and I’m okay with that.
As a 35-year old mother of 3, I ran my first 5k. I don’t workout regularly, but i go walking on my breaks. And I dance every chance I get.,,.even if it’s just whipping around the house with my kiddos.
Am I fit? Do my clothes fit? Not exactly. But I’m making it work the best way I can, and I’m calling that a win.