Weight Loss Wonder

It’s official. At weigh-in yesterday I was below my pre-pregnancy weight.* In the last 14 weeks I have lost 48 pounds. Insanity. Only 8 more to go to get back to my pre-IVF weight and 13 to go to get to the weight I was when Mike and I were married.

Weight Watchers is my friend.

Losing weight while breastfeeding is a significantly easier than losing it the old fashioned way. I currently have 30 points a day. If I wasn’t breastfeeding I would only have 20. Those 10 extra points go a LONG way.

I definitely don’t feel like Weight Watchers has been nearly as consuming as it has for me in the past. Maybe it is just because my priorities have shifted so dramatically. Mike hasn’t even noticed that we are doing it. Using many core plan recipes (I’m doing “flore” a combination of the flex and core plans… hey, it works for me), I’m able to make a lot of the foods he likes without making him feel like he is eating a science experiment every night. (I added a link to some of my favorite recipes in the left sidebar).

I also have to admit, I haven’t really started exercising again yet (unless you count hefting a 15 pound baby around everywhere). The weight keeps coming off without me actively pursuing exercise, so, I just keep letting it. I know eventually I am going to hit a plateau and I’m going to need to crank it up a bit — especially to get that last tummy flab off — but I hope it waits until it’s warmer. I want to be able to walk outside with Bo and wait to join a gym in the fall. (And yes, I know I should be exercising to maintain my health too — weight loss isn’t my only goal — but I’m naturally a pretty active person.)

My body is definitely different than it was pre-baby. I have some stretch marks around my belly-button (more on the left side than my right — thanks to Mr. Bo who decided hanging out on my left side was extra fun!). I don’t think I would have ended up with any stretch marks if he would have entered the world just a few weeks sooner — but it’s okay, I’d rather have my healthy baby and keep the war wounds!

My body definitely isn’t proportioned the same at this point either. Hell, my boobs are bigger then they have ever been and my butt and waist haven’t regained their resiliency yet — despite the massive weight loss.

I am only 14 weeks post-partum and I have faith that I can get back pretty close to “normal” if I try hard enough. Most importantly, that means I won’t feel like a ginormous cow when it is time to try again. And maybe all of my work clothes will still fit when it is time to head back to work full-time in August. And maybe even that I have the potential to be a MILF — for my hubby anyway! haha!

* And this is even with AF bloat. Yes, apparently I’m one of the lucky ones who despite exclusive breastfeeding still gets to ovulate and menstruate, even though there is no where for the egg to go. Peachy. As long as it doesn’t mess with my supply, I’ll deal.