Wow!

This is a little less about Evan and more about me. It's okay, it's still my blog.  =]

I started a new migraine preventative medication about a month ago and one of the side effects is weight loss. Yay! I've lost 6 lbs while on it. I'm pretty happy about it, I guess, but I'm more surprised about the fact that I don't care quite as much as I thought I would.

WHAT?!

I know, right?! I was 100 lbs even when I got pregnant, nice and curvy [34C-26-36!], with a gorgeous hourglass body. I really wish I had gotten some sexy boudoir pictures taken then. Oh well, live and learn. But I never was quite comfortable in my skin. I would compare myself to other people and hated the way I looked compared to them. I look back and I'm like, what the hell was I thinking?!

Then I was pregnant. And I was huge. By the end of my pregnancy I was over 150 lbs. The last 3 weeks I packed on 12 lbs of water weight. Not much I could do about it. It was hideously uncomfortable.

And afterwards? I've slowly lost the weight. Within two weeks after Evan was born I was down 20 lbs. Over the summer I kept losing bit by bit, until I was about 118, and there I stayed. Some weeks I would get down to about 116, other times I would go up to 120. It just varied.

Lately I've been working on eating better. I don't drink milk, so I've been working on eating yogurt daily. We've been trying to eat better and as soon as this dang snow melts we'll be outside walking. Not because I'm so concerned with how I look, but just because I want to be in shape. Evan will be walking soon, and then he'll be running, and this summer we'll be pretty much living at the park near our house. I don't want to be huffing and puffing trying to chase after him.

But now I'm down to 112 lbs. I took a good long look at myself in the mirror the other day, and I have to say, I look damn good for having had a baby within the last year. Sure, I have a little extra pudge here and there, and I have some sweet stretch marks all over the place but I am still freaking gorgeous.

And I have never felt sexier. I love the way I look, and I love the way I feel.

Being sexy isn't just about having washboard flat abs or having perfect hair. Being sexy is how you feel. Sure, sometimes I don't always have time to put makeup on every day or even put on jeans. I'm a busy mom! But no matter what I have been making sure that at least once a day I really look at myself and acknowledge that I am beautiful, sexy and incredibly fantastic. Because hey, if I don't believe it, who will?


On those days I need a little extra encouragement, theshapeofamother.com is always there to help me out. Those are real women, showing off their real bodies. They are beautiful, they are real, and they are inspiring.