Friday, August 1, 2014

The Myth About Nursing and Weight Loss: UPDATE

So, you might remember when I posted this about nursing not automatically making the pounds slide off.

I guess you could say I was a little peeved. Seriously, just a little, that I hadn't yet lost the weight that my sisters had said I would JUST FROM NURSING. And you're damn right I wasn't going to exercise.
(I had a brief affair with the elliptical in my basement, but alas, it just didn't work out. We wanted different things. I—a hard body like I once had as a teenager who danced for hours every day, it—my sweat. That is all.)
I say affair because it was like cheating to me. Not on my husband, but on my LIFE.


This is serious.

Even more than peeved with not losing the weight, I was so pissed at women who (I imagine) giggly-say, "I didn't even have to think about losing weight. Nursing is amazing—it did all the work for me!" SHUTUP. JUSTSHUTYOURFACE.

So, I lost a pound. A pound! Since then. And I'm really happy about it. Really. It's a step in the right direction. And mostly, my weight doesn't fluctuate (except for when my body's creating life and then feeding it exclusively, AKA what it's been up to for over a year). So I'm hopeful it stays off.

Even more important than the pound: I fit in my pre-pregnancy jeans today. At almost exactly six months postpartum. "Fit" might be generous. But I buttoned them. I don't need to tell you how HUGE that is. Almost as Huge as my muffin top today. But hey, that's what oversized sweaters are for. I'm rockin' the muffin today and I'm extremely pleased. The jeans will stretch, right? And by the next time I wear them without washing them, they'll fit even better. Whattup.

My butt is BEDAZZLED. This is happening.

How did I do it, you ask? How did I accomplish the enormous feat of losing a pound? I think I'm eating less. Still listening to my body, asking it for cues as to when and how much to eat, but I'm less of the food monster that I became the last week of pregnancy. That's kinda good. I mean, it's fun to eat so much but also kind of a drag to be SO hungry all the time.

Hang in there, new mamas, don't kill yourself over the weight. Especially if you're nursing that beautiful babe. You can bedazzle your butt someday soon.


  1. Love, love, love this post. I am also one of those gals pissed at all the mama's who said nursing dropped their weight. I am basically a dairy cow and besides the initial "a baby just left my belly" weight I have lost only 6 pounds in 4 months and my pre preggo jeans can't even get up past my knees. You're giving me hope. Maybe by month 6 I'll have a little more progress. Until then I'll just go back to lovin on my babe and not at all worrying about my weight.

    1. Thanks so much!! Really glad I could help give you a little hope. Two months ago, these jeans were going NOWHERE. My husband now swears the extra weight I'm carrying is in my boobs. I'm choosing to believe him. :)
      Yep—love on your babe! You'll never ever regret that. I do think I personally would regret worrying too much about my weight. Health, super important. Number on a scale? Not so much.