I didn't really think much about having to lose baby weight before I had Reed--even in the last few weeks before I had Reed. I just kind of assumed the weight I gained would go away after he was born.
Unfortunately, I was wrong. When Reed hit the three-month mark, I finally packed all my prepregnancy pants, skirts, shorts, and the smallest of the shirts into a big storage bin to make room for some hand-me-downs I had been given that would actually fit. The box went into the back of the closet and stayed there for a long, long time.
By Reed's first birthday, I had actually gained five pounds (despite a pretty decent effort to lose weight). I decided to really make a change. Enter Weight Loss Wednesday. I finally started losing weight and slowly was able to start removing things from the box.
Then we decided to have another baby--and soon enough, everything was back in the box.
After Asher was born, Ryan and I decided to do Weight Watchers and I was amazed to watch the weight I gained come right off. By the time Asher was six months old, I had lost all the weight from both pregnancies and the box was nearly empty of the "skinny" clothes and filling up with the bigger clothes. I was quite excited and extremely proud of myself. Then Ryan and I fell off the wagon a little and my weight loss slowed dramatically, then stopped--but at least it didn't start going back up!
I looked in the box last weekend and realized that there are a mere six items in the box that do not fit. One is the smallest pair of jeans I owned pre-Reed, and the other five are small hand-me-down skirts that I was given between Reed and Asher--so they've never actually fit.
I want to empty the box.
Asher's birthday is in twelve weeks. I think that if I can lose ten pounds, I can empty the box--and if that doesn't do it, I'm going to say the items left in the box aren't actually going to ever fit, and I'll donate them to DI.
12 weeks, 10 pounds. That's my challenge. And here we go!