It used to be that I had tons of time to think and write blog posts, but as I’m sure all of you know (whether from experience or because it’s obvious!), having a baby cramps my blogging style takes up a lot of time. So I find myself cramming almost everything I used to do with my free time into 60 minutes each work day…my commute. (I still haven’t figured out how to work out during my commute, but more on that later.)
I was driving the other day thinking about a few things, including the fact that I’m nowhere near my goal weight and that I’ve actually gained a few of the pounds I lost right after giving birth. And I realized that as badly as I want to start losing weight again and as much as I wish that I hadn’t gained those few pounds, I am not berating myself. I don’t feel like crap about it. It’s not the end of the world.
Let me say that again: it’s not the end of the world.
Being heavier than I want to be does not make me a bad person.
It doesn’t make me unworthy or unloveable.
And then I realized that one of the side effects, for me, of motherhood (and I think being in a healthy, loving marriage has also contributed to this!) is that I am learning to love myself and my body just as I am. Oh, sure, there will be days when this doesn’t feel true. But you know what? This body grew my little girl for 9 months, nourished her, kept her safe, and brought her into this world (with a little help)! Damn if that is not the coolest thing ever. So how could I possibly hate this body of mine?
The answer is that I can’t. Not right now. And that’s a new and amazing thing for me.
What events in your life have taught you to love yourself and your body regardless of its current condition?
Gratuitous baby pic:






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