While we were away in Greece last week I ate as healthily as I could, but with so many delicious ingredients being cooked with a light smattering of flour coating them, I was up against it. I usually don’t eat grains at all, and was bloated.
My eldest (ever the diplomat) added insult to injury when she turned to me towards the end of the trip and told me that my belly was so fat it looked liked I had a baby growing inside it. Ouch! I have a fairly thick skin, but that hurt.
Over the years I have struggled with the way my body looks more than I care to admit. I grew up in a family that ranged from being a little bit over weight to morbidly obese. I believe it my gastro problems and the stomach surgery I had at five years old (see the huge scar on my belly?) was the only thing that stopped me from following suit.
A six year junk food eating frenzy after first leaving home meant that I was well and truly on my way to being overweight at 21.
Eating well = healthy weight
Fortunately I caught it before it spiralled out of control, took stock of my situation and made necessary changes for the future. I went from mainly eating processed food to teaching myself how to cook from scratch, and became handy in the kitchen. I lost a ton of weight in the process, and loved my new shape and the fact that I could fit into size eight clothes.
I didn’t have the perfect figure, but for the first time in my adult life, I was happy with it. My weight fluctuated a bit during the years I was travelling and living abroad, but it plummeted towards the end of Cambodia. Which is unsurprising given that I was existing on iced coffee, vodka and electrolyte drinks.
By the time I left I was under seven stone and could fit into children’s clothing. I still wasn’t quite a size zero though, so what does that say? Within a few months of being home and eating properly again, I got back to a healthy weight. It was this year that I had my mental breakdown, hit rock bottom and went through my journey to liking myself. Two years later I fell pregnant with my eldest.
Changing shape for good
For such a small person (just under 5’2″) I get huge in pregnancy, and put on between two and three stone each time. Most of the weight has come off within a month after the birth, but my body has changed shape, probably forever.
Do you know what though? I’m comfortable with that. Sure I could do more exercise and tone up a bit, when I finally get the time amongst everything else. Hand on heart, yes I would like to shift the pesky last half stone, which has attached itself firmly to my thighs, but it’s not a priority for me. Also, with my levels of sleep deprivation I am up against it to lose weight anyway.
I can honestly say that I stopped lusting after my 26 inch Diesel skinny jeans shortly after my eldest was born. Along with my 32DD’s, because after breastfeeding three kids for a year or so each time, trust me those puppies are long gone. I’m proud of this body though, that has grown and given birth to three healthy babies. I’m going to be kind to it, even if it does get a bit bloated after eating too much wheat.
I try really hard not to compare myself with other people, but sitting on the beach in Greece it was difficult. You know what I discovered? Not a single adult woman (mother or otherwise) had a ‘perfect’ body. They came in many shapes and sizes, and as long as the owner was smiling, they were all beautiful. How happy are you with your body?
I’m putting myself out there big time by asking my readers to join me in loving their bodies. Please pin a photo of yourself on my Pinterest board Lets Love Ourselves Ladies. I’d also be thrilled to hear from you in the comments section, with ideas on how to love the bodies we have for others in need of inspiration…
Whose with me?