So I’ve been avoiding looking at myself or weighing myself since I’ve been running and weightlifting a couple times a week. I just don’t want to see lack of progress you know? My body feels great and my back doesn’t hurt as bad when I get in the floor and play with Trystan. Those are good signs to me so I haven’t felt the need to validate anything. Mostly because I don’t want to discourage myself. I bought a couple shirts a few days ago and I wanted to wear one today because it’s long sleeved and would keep me warm today. I put it on and looked in the mirror from the side like normal expecting to see a huge tummy bulge from my mommy belly… and I didnt. Of course it still there but… it’s finally not disgusting to me. It’s smaller, less noticeable. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mommy body because I carried my perfect son there. My husband never once has ever complained or treated me differently. Nor has any of my family. Just me. And I finally feel good, you guys. Finally. I have so so so much farther to go because this is only the beginning but who gives a shit. I feel good with myself.


