I dropped over thirty pounds in the two weeks following
Ethan’s birth. Yay! Since then, I haven’t shed a single pound. Not an iota. For
fear of compromising my milk supply, I have no plans for an aggressive change in
diet. I just want to eat as clean and wholesome as possible and thankfully I
have been feeling more and more comfortable in my skin. That is, until I need
to get out of my Lululemon and put on something appropriate. My closet just
became a nightmare.
We live in a 1940’s one and a half story Tudor in St. Paul
and closet space is at a premium. During pregnancy and post-partum, it has been
a battle knowing what to do with my clothes. For almost a year, 95% of my
wardrobe does not fit. It is a headache to open my closet and sift through the “fit”
and “doesn’t fit” every. single .day. So,
on Saturday, after an infuriating bout with the afore mentioned closet I was
ready to throw in the towel and donate or consign all my pieces that didn’t
fit. I mentioned this very loudly and passionately to my husband. Leveled
headed as he is, he reminded me that donating all my clothes that don’t fit in
this particular time would mean I would be giving up, not to mention how
expensive it would be to replace an entire wardrobe.
I have not resigned to give up my wardrobe! I may still
avoid my closet and stick to my Lululemon a few months more, but I hope that
the goal of getting back to my pre-pregnancy clothes will be a motivation and
not a reminder of failure. And maybe this breastfeeding thing will kick into
high gear. Just maybe…
Vi ses senare!
Emily
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