I put on close to 20kg I think when I was pregnant with Connor. It didn't bother me too much. My concern then was for his health and as long as he was doing fine, it was okay. I always thought I'd get back into the gym.
After he was born, I discovered the first thing that goes out of the window for a new mum is me time. I didn't get back to the gym regularly till he was about 3-4 months old. We were also travelling a lot then. When all our major travelling was done, I thought I'd hit the gym hard but Connor had developed stranger anxiety and refused to be left at the creche. Ta-ta, gym.
So I mourned quietly for my old jeans and tops and thought I'd have to shop in Ms Read forever.
But luckily Connor got very mobile quite early and I spent my days chasing after him as he crawled everywhere, stuck his hand into everything, tugged at everything un-tuggable and smiled sweetly at Mommy after he'd sent something crashing. All this was burning calories. Plus I was still breastfeeding.
The result? I tried on my old jeans today, the ones with the 20something waistline and no stretch waist as well as my old tops... AND THEY FIT!!! THEY BLOODY FIT!!!! AND I LOOK BLOODY FIT!!!
Okay, the last bit is a lie because I still have my jelly belly. Post-pregnancy souvenir from Mother Nature. I've still got 5lbs to lose before I hit my old weight again.
I danced about in my jeans all day long. Called Dear Hubby to tell him. Went out to the shops TWICE.
Aiyoooo.. so happy am I.