The straw that broke the camel’s back.
I’m thinking it was a bad idea to brag about returning to my size 4 shorts when Jonah was a week old. I’m just going to throw it out there, because I’m not afraid to admit the truth. Confession: I currently weigh more than I did the day I left the hospital.
This is likely a result of all the TOPS burgers I’ve been eating. Oh, and the bowl of ice cream I have every night before bed. Or maybe that “my serving” of ice cream is equivalent to, say, four servings as defined by the back of the container.
Whatever.
When I had Taylor, I was back in my regular clothes 2 days later. Kudos for teen pregnancy! I jest.
When I had Nathan, I was back in my regular clothes 1 week later.
When I had Noah, I was back in my regular clothes 2 weeks later.
So, when I was back in my regular clothes before the 2 week mark this time, I maybe accidentally bragged a little. Well, lesson learned. Bragging will bite you in the butt. And in this case, it’s a big butt. I can’t pull ANY of my size 4 shorts over my hips and bootie. My post-pregnancy body was size 4 for somewhere between 2 seconds and 2 days.
It’s bad. A friend let me borrow some size 8 shorts. That’s double my normal size and they’re too tight! Now, before you send me death threats, please understand that I consider size 8 to be just fine and nothing to be even remotely ashamed of. It’s only a problem because I don’t have the $$$ to go buy an all-new wardrobe! And there’s slight pain involved with knowing it’s double my normal size.
This is the fourth time I’ve exclusively breast-fed a baby. It’s the fourth time I haven’t paid much attention to what I eat. It’s the fourth time I’ve laughed at the notion of exercise. So, what gives? What’s different? Is it because now I’m in my 30s? Or was # 4 the straw that broke the camel’s back?
I think you have a higher metabolism than most. Or something.
I am within ten pounds of my prepregnancy weight, and I can only fit in a handful of my prepregnancy clothes. 19months later. And I don’t eat too poorly, (no tops burgers for me) and I exercise often enough. (we walk to the store, etc.)
If I see a size 8 again in my life, it will be because I hired a personal trainer or something. Size is irrelevant, in my opinion.
But I might have some size 8 items in a box somewhere, if you think you could use them.
Both. But the age thing is no small thing. It will take another huge dive when you hit your 40s, so you’ve got that to look forward to.
I don’t know how anyone loses weight while nursing. Nursing always made me ravenous. ALL THE TIME.
Head on down to Ross and pick up some interim clothes. You won’t be in them forever, but at least you can get some decent stuff cheap there. And though I know you’re not happy about how you look right now, let me assure you that you still look great!
Welcome to your thirties!
The days of an entire box of Swiss Cake Rolls in one sitting or a half-gallon of ice cream in 24 hours (or both in one weekend) with no repercussions is GONE. I have no idea if that was your habit, but I am a full-fledged, recovering chocoholic and sugar addict. Regardless of how you have gained it, however, the weight will no longer simply melt away in this ridiculous Florida heat; it will collect, one insidious ounce at a time. Suddenly nothing fits, you have no idea why, and the previously successful three-day starvation diet in a desperate attempt to reclaim your curves will be futile. Welcome to the world of true healthy eating (trail mix with m&m’s doesn’t count), exercise that involves actual sweating, and the realization that one fall off the wagon will set you back at least three weeks. 
Gotta love the 30′s. Gotta love it. I do actually, but instead of hating my body, I’ve finally just accepted it and realize that my eating issues need dealing with. And yes, you are a fat head for bragging for getting in size 4′s so soon. But you know that. And I’m a total fat head too, so that’s why we are peas in a pod. OMT, I’m dying to try a Tops Burger. Thanks.
I don’t even know what a TOPS burger is, but it sounds good! After my first pregnancy, I was down to my pre-pregnancy weight (probably a size 8
) fairly quickly; I was just shy of turning 30. Then somehow between that and the start of my second pregnancy, I gained ~10 pounds. Enter the 30s. Boo.
After I had my second, I got down to pre-pregnancy weight again, then hoped I could tackle that extra 10 pounds somehow (with little or no effort, it seems). But then I gained ANOTHER extra 10 pounds, then got pregnant now for the third time. So, I am now 20 pounds over my original pre-pregnancy weight and 30 pounds over my wedding day weight. How did this happen???
I used to eat healthfully all the time. USED to. Then I got pregnant and I do extended breastfeeding (still BFing Chelsea, my 19 month old), so I’ve completely forgotten how I’m supposed to eat. Food that used to be off limits, I eat without batting an eyelash since I’m burning all of those extra calories growing a baby or feeding a baby.
I have been pregnant and/or breastfeeding since July 2005. Yes, 2005. Since I’m 12 weeks pregnant now and will BF again, that will continue until at least summer of 2010. That will be 5 continuous years of being extra hungry with terrible eating habits.
I second the idea of getting some clothes that fit. There’s nothing worse that ill-fitting pants. That will make you feel fatter than you are. A non-tight waistband is your friend.
I bet you’ll be down to a smaller size again before too long. Chasing little ones around burns some calories, right?
Dude, I can totally relate since I’m in double digits (oh yeah, Baby, that’s how I roll…) and last year at this time I was in my beloved J-Crew single-digit sizes…
i’m with lisa…..i am hungry constantly! i think that there are two kinds of women; the (lucky) kind that lose weight when they nurse babies and the (unlucky) kind that either gain or keep weight on. unfortunately for me, i fall into the second category. no use even trying to lose until i’m done nursing because it’s not happening!
and like you, i’ve GAINED weight as of lately rather than losing it. shouldn’t i be burning an extra 800 calories a day? ugh.
Ha Ha! You’re getting old sister!