No Humble Bragging Here

If you want to brag, just come right out and do it. Don't pretend it's anything other than what it is, because everyone can see right through it anyway. You know what I'm talking about. We can also see through your pity party when you fish for compliments. People can tell when you are being genuine or full of it, I promise you!

My complaints about my body were SO genuine that it was starting to get depressing for me and annoying for everyone who had to hear about it. But now I am finally in a place where I am happy and on the right track to being healthy Lilibeth again. Of course, this happens right before we are starting to think about baby number two. Fabulous.

I gained 40lbs when I was pregnant with Noah, and I'm not ashamed of it. I'm not going to lie and say I only gained 22.75lbs. I gained a bunch of weight, had a million stretch marks, and had a perfectly healthy, happy pregnancy and baby. I had a Cesarean section because his head was facing the wrong way and was too large to fit through my cervix after 18 hours of labour. I breastfed for just under 6 months. There is no shame in breastfeeding for less, and there is no medal for doing it for longer, so we all need to stop lying about it or feeling shame and guilt over it.

14 months after Small Human's birth, and after three false starts, I am happily back to my old body. My skin is a little saggier in the belly region, but I honestly had no idea I could get it back as much as I did. I feel stronger, slightly more energetic, and absolutely more confident! I did this in 2 weeks of pretty much eating a little bit better and exercising moderately. I'm pissed at myself for not doing it sooner, cause I was able to do it so damn quickly.

I'm bragging and proud of it! Mostly, I'm relieved to have my confidence back. Man is motherhood tough! Everyone thinks you just pop back to normal physically, emotionally and mentally, but that's just not the case. I'd like to be more active for the next pregnancy, so that I can keep it up and not lose too much steam. With Noah, I had a subconscious fear of losing the baby if I did anything beyond walking around. That was dumb, especially since I wasn't a high risk pregnancy.

If my lazy, McDonald's loving butt can do it, anyone can!

No sticking my arm out to make it look skinnier, no angling, just me.