After many… and I mean… MANY years, the scale and I have finally rekindled our love for one another. I’d become one of the those women after giving birth to my children who would tuck the scale away into the dark corner where it would collect dust. It took a lot of courage to bring myself to pull it back out.
Let’s face it.
Losing the baby weight is something I’ve struggled with since February 2011. Weight loss isn’t something that has come easy to me. I battled through my struggles with postpartum depression. I felt empty, useless and unpretty. Harsh… but true. I enrolled in a local gym. I committed myself to it for all of a month before falling off the bandwagon. I didn’t see the results I wanted. I didn’t feel like I was tied down to going to the gym. An aerobics class might have been a better choice for me.
Heading into 2012 I made myself a pact that this would be the year I focus on myself. Too often do I put other people first and place myself on the back burner. I began eating healthier and have been working out like nobody’s business. Not to lose weight but to tone. Little did I expect to lose the pounds. Imagine my surprise when I stepped on the scale last week and found out I had dropped 10 pounds since Christmas.
Amazing feeling let me tell you!
This week I’ve been a little off and distant from my regular workout routine as a result of a rotor cuff injury (torn shoulder tendon), but I’ve managed to stay motivated and kept up with my healthy lifestyle. I’ve felt out of my element since my routine has fallen off track. However, I know my body needs a break to heal.
Today I decided to hop back on the scale. I jumped off immediately and did a happy dance. I’m now down 14 pounds since Christmas and am now back to my pre-pregnancy weight. I never thought I’d see this day. I feel like a new person. I feel stronger. I feel happier and so much more confident. I hate to brag, but I’m so in love with my body and the person I am now. This girl totally rocks!
I promised myself once I reached my goal that I would book myself a boudoir portrait session. Not for my husband, but for me. A little something to celebrate my beauty. Now… it’s the shyness holding me back. Hahaha!