I'm 5.5 months postpartum from having the twins. I'm heavier than I ever have been in my life, about 40 pounds over what I know I want to be at to be healthy (although I've dealt with weight fluctuations my whole life starting in middle school).
My thighs rub together.
My arms jiggle.
My belly hangs and is covered in stretch marks.
I have rolls when I sit like this.
I pee a little when I do HIIT jumping. 😆
My 7 year old can keep up with me running.
I've always held on to weight while breastfeeding, not the other way around.
I've got allllll the cellulite.
AND IT'S OKAY, FOR NOW.
I've been super gentle this time postpartum because of what my body accomplished and what it continues to go through (sleep deprivation). I wasn't mentally ready to be mindful of portions, sweets, or any type of consistent exercise until recently. But I'm ready now.
Finding the space between appreciating your postpartum body for what it's accomplished (for me: birthing 5 kids in 7 years with the last being freaking surprise twins, hello!) -- and hating what you see in the mirror is a delicate space. I know right now, I'm not the healthiest version of myself. But I'll get there. Weight loss and health isn't found in quick fixes or fads. It's found in consistent, daily choices.
Choosing not to get seconds if you're not truly hungry. Choosing not to eat a handful of chocolate chips after dinner. Choosing to go on a run or workout even though there 50 other things to be done and it's so hard and you can remember when it was easier. Choosing water over another cup of coffee. Small consistencies that add up over time.
If you're there with me, I see you girl! Our bodies are our temples. Let's treat them like it. 🤍
"Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies."
-1 Corinthians 6:19-20