It was worth it.
As I stepped on the scale yesterday at my six-week postpartum checkup and watched the numbers soar, I thought to myself: "Voilà France and the amazing food. Ah well, it was worth it."
I had hoped to be rid of my maternity pants by now, but alas, Eli's pregnancy has left me with quite the muffin top to remember him by. Still, I think I could cuddle him plenty minus my love handles.
And so, I've gone back to Weight Watchers. I joined nearly five years ago after Brooklyn was born, becoming a lifetime member once the weight was off. Lifetime membership is great because you get three free months to get back to your weight range after your baby is born.
Well, I have a lot farther to go this time around. Twelve weeks may not be enough time to get rid of the tangible French memories I carry on my hips. Even so, I feel glad to have gone back and be headed in the right direction. Twelve weeks will carry me through the danger zones of Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and both my daughters' birthdays. I feel stronger and happier when I am in control of my appetite instead of my appetite controlling me. My whole family benefits from more veggies when I am motivated to make healthier food choices.
As part of my pre-New Year's resolution, I'm looking to get more active. My running shoes are calling my name, so if anybody is looking for an exercise partner, please let me know!
It will be worth it.