Lately, I’ve been experiencing a peculiar weight loss, likely thanks to the stress of parenting. Somehow, I’ve managed to drop about 7.5 of the 10 pounds I aimed to lose. I’ve jokingly told friends that if this stress keeps up, I’ll be just 2.5 pounds away from my goal weight.
And honestly, it’s working. My clothes are fitting better—some are even too loose—and I recently squeezed back into my so-called “skinny jeans.” But these aren’t just any jeans; they’re the ones I bought just days before my wedding, at a time when stress had me at my slimmest. I remember calling my friend in excitement, and when she reminded me that I was about to get married, I blurted out, “I just scored a pair of size 26 jeans!” Her enthusiastic response was, “That’s fantastic.”
However, I can’t help but notice that my body isn’t quite the same as it was a decade ago. Standing in front of the mirror this morning, I turned to my husband and remarked, “This isn’t how my body used to look at this weight.”
At 37, I’ve gone through two C-sections spaced just 16 months apart and had a hysterectomy. After both my children—who came with a surplus of amniotic fluid thanks to a rare condition—my stomach resembled a deflated balloon. To remain optimistic, I jokingly refer to the area between my bra strap and the top of my underwear as my “bonus features.” It’s like those extra DVDs you sometimes find in a box set—unrequested and unwelcome, but part of the package anyway.
You would think that losing weight might help reduce this area. Shouldn’t there be at least a slight improvement? Some reduction of those love handles? But alas, it seems that’s not the case. My husband noticed the changes, saying my weight might just be “distributed differently now,” and that I looked beautiful. But I know he’s obligated to say that.
All I could focus on was my middle-aged middle. Over the years, I’ve made half-hearted attempts to tone that part of my body. Though I’m not a fan of exercise, I once attempted a post-pregnancy workout DVD by Tracy Anderson. My husband, overhearing, couldn’t help but snicker when he heard the instructor say, “You can start this workout around six weeks post-delivery.” At that point, our youngest was three years and six weeks old.
Maybe this is it—the best I can expect. The days of wearing bikinis are behind me, and belly-baring tops are off the table. I might have to accept my midriff as it is. If I’m honest, I feel a bit cheated. However, I remind myself that these “bonus features” are the result of my wonderful kids, who are now 5 and 6 years old and worth every bit of my saggy midsection. (At least I think my backside still looks alright.)
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In the end, this journey of self-acceptance is ongoing, filled with both challenges and joys.