I'm Sorry! I Didn't Do It On Purpose

This may be a controversial post (or you might peruse it and go "feh" then move onto red vs. blue arguments; to each his own ;-)), but I'd just like to address something. And, sure, offer an apology.

Okay, here goes: I didn't lose my baby weight on purpose. I didn't go out of my way to shed the pounds. I don't exercise in an intentional way, and I don't watch what I eat (beyond the usual, "don't gorge yourself to the point of embarrassment" thought process).

And to those of you who may feel uncomfortable that I lost the weight so quickly (and that I seem to have kept it off), I apologize. While I've never been overweight (um, aside from, y'know...pregnancy), myself, I've fluctuated over time and remember "pudgy" times; I also have some very close friends and family who have struggled with their weight since I can remember, and have always felt deeply for them -- and every other woman who deals with this issue. Seriously, I just saw an episode of "Super Fun Night" and, while the star is a great comedienne and deserves a voice for her humor, I found myself growing angrier and angrier that the overweight individual isn't shown as a NORMAL person in regular (read: non-comedic) positions.

Oops, jumping off the soapbox. Anyhoo, I am genuinely sorry to anyone who may feel uncomfortable (or, perhaps, jealous...hate to use that term), but I thought I'd explain exactly how I inadvertently lost not just the "baby weight", but that "extra 10" or so that has always followed me around.

#1: Breastfeed, breastfeed, breastfeed. Back when we first had Hadley, between the exhaustion and constancy of parenting a newborn, and the super regular feedings, the weight seemed to literally disappear within a week or so. I was ravenously hungry (because HE was ravenously hungry) and couldn't seem to get enough calories, no matter how hard I tried. (And, boy, I tried.) So, that was a kickstarter to the whole thing.

Today, we still breastfeed, but we're tapering off to 2-3 times a day, far far far less in each feeding. I'm getting emotionally used to it. My mother always warned me to expect the weight to come back in full force when this happened, but so far, I think I've just adjusted. It is what it is. Of course, I'm not eating as much because my body doesn't call for as much, but I still eat...like...lots. (Healthy snacks all day sort of stuff.)

#2: That sweet little helpless newborn grew the hell up...seemingly overnight. How do they DO that?! Anyhoo, with that baby-to-crazy-little-boy growth came running...and getting into EVERYTHING. Which means lots and lots of chasing for Mama (and Papa, who also seems to be whittling down his waist an ounce at a time). Who needs a gym membership?

#3: Did I mention he's a hungry boy? Hadley's officially a gourmet connoisseur. This means he not only wants the food he's getting...he wants what I'm getting, too. Whether I like it or not (hint: I don't), he's in the habit of begging for food off of MY plate every time we sit down for a meal. If we eat at the exact same time, SOMETIMES I'm able to get most of my food down my gullet. It never fails, though; his attention diverts to my plate and it's meltdown city until he has at least a few bites.

And don't get me started on my 'nilla ice cream.

#4: Water. I've gotten into the habit of consuming tons more water than I used to; I can't even make it through the night without downing an entire full glass. I do believe that these not only keeps me feeling healthier, but makes me feel a tad fuller when I do sit down to eat. And, for the record, while we do our best to eat "real food" and organic, I doubt it has anything to do with my weight loss; we by no means go without, if ya know what I'm sayin'.


Hopefully this doesn't come off as sounding rude or even defensive; it's not meant as such! But, when I hear folks, 15 months after having the baby, sneering "You're SOOOO skinny!!!" "Megan! You're TOO skinny." or any variation regarding having a baby and "tininess" (dude, I ain't tiny! I'm a tall lady!!), my feathers get a little ruffled. The tone is generally a mixture of disdain and disgust (I kid you not). Most of the time, these folks aren't my friends, so I try to brush it off, but nary a week goes by that a comparable phrase doesn't grace my ears.

So, I say, "Sorry." Really. Maybe we'll all feel better when baby #2 (SOME DAY!) comes along and I'm unable to bounce back to my pre-baby weight.