I gained 21 pounds during my pregnancy. By 6 weeks postpartum, I was wearing pants I hadn't worn since long before baby. I had already lost the baby weight and then some. When Baby Fix-It was 12 weeks old I was down about 35 pounds from the day before I gave birth.
Having babies and breastfeeding? Surely a magical weight loss plan.
Except it wasn't.
The real weight loss was due to this:
As a result of the colic-like scream fest for 14 straight weeks (Mr. Fix-It refuses to label our baby as colicky) I was in motion at all times. If Baby Fix-It wasn't eating or sleeping he was screaming. All I did was move, move, move. And I thought those pounds had just melted away. Ha!
Now, times have changed. A switch flipped. Baby Fix-It is calm. Smiley. Content. He's, dare I say it?, easy. I have found time to eat a meal. Or two. Or enough to regain that magically lost weight. We still go for walks, and move, but it's not the same. I'm not walking to save my sanity. Often it's easier to sit on the floor and play with toys and read books. Which is awesome. Except for my pants getting tight.
So now it's time to really lose the baby weight. And then some. Again.
ETA: I'm back to my pre-pregnancy weight exactly. I'm working to get back to - and past - the magical postpartum size.