Don’t worry, this post isn’t really about the scale or how I’ve gained 10 pounds, so stick with me, please.
I know that it may not be the best habit, but for the last several months I’ve been weighing myself daily.
It’s not for any particular reason other than curiosity, and I guess my scale-watching began after I started taking an SSRI and noticed the number inching up a little each visit to my doctor (a fairly typical side effect).
So, yeah, in the last year, I’ve gained some weight.
In fact, I’m about 10 pounds heavier than my pre-pregnancy weight.
In 3 Years I’ve Gained 10 Pounds
When I found out I was pregnant with Bazooka, I thought I was in the best shape of my (adult) life.
I was fit and toned and had been committed to a regular Bikram practice.
I was more confident in my skin than I had been in years prior, but I also felt strong.
In all honesty, I was still kind of hung up on my appearance and less in tune with my body than I thought. When I look back at photos from that time and when I ask Mark about my appearance then vs now, we both agree I was a little underweight and probably not as healthy as I thought I was.
Anyway, a lot more than the physical has changed in the last 3 years.
I’m a mother.
I have a new position at work.
I don’t sleep or exercise as much as I used to.
I probably drink a little too much wine (so much for my Lenten goal).
I’ve seen friends get married.
I’ve traveled to new and exciting places with Mark.
I’ve challenged myself in new ways and realized that I sometimes need help.
In 3 years, I’ve gained 10 pounds. But I’ve also gained many other things.
I’ve gained new friends and new family.
I’ve gained a deeper sense of self-respect and purpose.
I’ve gained a tougher spirit and softer exterior (both literally and figuratively!).
I’ve gained new hobbies and new responsibilities.
I’ve gained laughter and milestones and tears and dirty diapers and midnight cuddles and romantic date nights and health scares and stressful work days.
And I wouldn’t change a thing.
In the past 3 years I’ve gained 10 pounds, but I don’t see those pounds in a negative light.
I see those 10 pounds as sleeping late on the weekends when the rare occasion presents itself.
I see those 10 pounds as cuddling with my son instead of sweating and hour at the gym.
I see those 10 pounds as pizza rolls for dinner after a holiday weekend surrounded by family.
I see those 10 pounds as happiness and acceptance and learning to live in the moment.
Physically, I may be 10 pounds heavier, but emotionally, I am lighter.Gaining 10 pounds…and so much more Click To Tweet
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So tell me…
- What have you gained in the last year?
- Do you own a scale?