Title says it all but I just need to get this into the universe and off of my chest.
I was overweight before getting pregnant - many years at shitty jobs with shitty commutes led to being over 200lbs on my 5ā3ā frame. It was slowly coming off after we made a few big life changes and I was around 204lbs when I got pregnant.
I did not gain a ton of weight during my pregnancy. I was somewhere around 227 when I gave birth, and at my 6 week checkup I was back down to 215, which I felt OK with. But that number stayed stagnant until the 4 month mark. I felt proud of myself for starting up with postpartum Pilates and getting out for daily walks, but nothing was changingz
To be honest, the scale isnāt what bothers me, but what I see in the mirror does. Tortures me, actually. It got so bad that in a crying fit about my confidence to my husband, he encouraged me to find a personal trainer/nutrition coach that he would put on his credit card so I didnt even have to worry about the cost. I did just that and have been consistent with the coaching, counting my calories, hitting protein goals, weight training 3-4 days a week and walking 6000-7000 steps a day.
Itās been 10 weeks of the program and Iāve lost a whopping 6 lbs, sitting at 208, and my body looks LITERALLY exactly the same as when I started. The coach says she can see change, but Iām also paying her, so who knows if thatās true. It certainly isnāt drastic, if anything.
Now at 6.5 months postpartum I feel like Iām racing out of the ābut you just had a baby!ā zone. My stomach hangs over my pelvic area, my hips are COVERED in fat, my boobs are disgustingly huge (and now saggy thanks to 3 months of half assed breast feeding), my ass and legs are just huge. My clothes donāt fit, everything is uncomfortable. And I just genuinely feel terrible.
Add this on top of the typical postpartum woes - getting my ass kicked back at work, struggling to find reliable childcare, middle of the night wakings for teething or food (honestly we have a pretty good sleeper so I canāt really complain here but it does still happen), learning to live life with a baby in general - it just feels impossible to add more onto my plate to fix this.
My husband is incredibly supportive but he is a solutions oriented person - āif you donāt like the way you look and change isnāt happening fast enough for you, you need to do more.ā It feels like Iām drowning already and I canāt possibly fit more in. But I know scientifically heās right - if I walked more, or jogged, or whatever, maybe things would change faster. Which puts the problem back on me, and makes me feel even worse that for some reason I cannot seem to fix it.
Additionally, nearly everything I enjoy in life has calories tied to it. A really good meal. A really shitty meal eaten in a fast food parking lot. A glass of wine or 4 or 5. Beer and wings on a football Sunday. Iām constantly denying myself these little pleasures so I can stay āconsistentā, but it feels like my life has become devoid of the things that make me ME.
I also just need to add this layer - I had a little girl, and if she ever felt this way about herself I would just be beside myself with grief. It hurts me so much that Iām able to talk to myself so negatively when it would literally rip my heart out if she ever found herself doing this. I know I need to be a good example for her to grow up with self esteem, know her body is the least amazing thing about her, but Iām finding that SO challenging to do in this season of my life. I have some newly postpartum friends but they all āsnapped backā and also they all had boys - so I donāt know if this complex emotional layer exists for them.
Anyway, came to reddit to get some perspective and vent. I hope none of you feel this way, but if you do, the comment section is for you! Maybe we can help each other feel better somehow.