If you asked me one year ago if Iād care how my postpartum body looked, I would have laughed and said, āNope!ā I guess I thought since we fought like hell to become parents Iād somehow have perspective over something I used to think seemed vain like the shape of my body. Then, I had Benny and realized thereās nothing vain about wanting to feel like yourself in your body again. Postpartum is a wildly emotional time where so much is out of your control. No one knows how theyāll reactā physically and emotionallyā and thatās scary. It isnāt about weight or even being able to fit into your old jeans. (BTW I gave those things away months ago) Itās about a desire to feel comfortable as YOU again. Something that is so much easier said than done. Being patient has never been my forte. Nearly a year later, Iām finally starting to find acceptance to go with the deep gratitude I have for my body. Iām different, and Iām trying to embrace it. Sometimes it seems like everyone around you is ābouncing š„“š¤¦š»āāļøā back. The internet is full of people sharing their stories. For me, the more stories I saw of women sharing their postpartum journeys- the more I was able to embrace my own. So, Iām sharing my postpartum fitness journey on the blog today. Itās not advice. Itās just my story. Oh, and there was no ābouncingā on this journey, but a whole lot of moments of surrender. Because having a postpartum body and a healthy son is a privilege.
