Well, for about 15 months now, I've been waiting for my chance to do the "I finally lost all the baby weight!" post. I have two other friends who had twins and did that post at about two or three months after they had their babies. (Yeah, love them but grrrr.) Apparently that is just not me. And everyone else who manages to lose weight nursing? Also not me. In fact I gained weight while nursing. So at a year after they were born, I was finally back to what I weighed two weeks after I had the babies. Go figure. Yeah, I lost weight coming home from the hospital, then the more they ate, the more I gained. It was really depressing. In fact, I've pondered that over the past year, how crazy it is that gaining weight can really do so much to your mood and your disposition. It's really too bad it has to have that much effect.
But for the last couple months, I've almost been back to the pre-twins weight. I keep waiting for that last three pounds to come off, but then I remember that it was at that point with Cash that I finally got nasty food poisoning to get that last little bit off. Well, since I'm not hoping for food poisoning, apparently it's not coming off any time soon, and some of you were nice enough to notice, I guess this will be my at-least-I-almost-got-the-baby-weight-off! celebration. I guess I should just not eat for a couple days to see if I can at least hit it once so I can say I did, huh?
But I will tell you this, it sure has made me appreciative of my body. Even 10 lbs ago I started feeling so much happier about my body and wondering why in the world I spent time in high school and college complaining about my weight or worrying about it when I would've given anything to have it back! Really, I will never do that again. I don't have to be rail thin. And I don't want to waste time worrying about getting weight off when I'm already fine. Especially at this time in my life. I have more important things to do and I don't have all day to work out, so for now I am just happy with things the way they are! Don't get me wrong, I've been working my butt off. In fact, sometimes it seems so unfair that I have to work my butt off running around after these kids all day and the still go work my butt off at the gym after they go to bed. But I am super grateful that I'm not toting around an extra 25lbs anymore. And my clothes fit. Phew.
But I wonder if that's why I feel like I'm in a much better mood than I was 6 months ago. Or if it's the fact that I'm getting more used to Miami. Or that I love the stage the babies are at right now. They are so stinking cute. And slightly less crabby. And lots more fun. But we have to get out a lot or everyone here does go crazy, which actually has forced me to exercise more than I would otherwise. Too hard to go to the playground by myself, so we go on lots of walks, and since I know I'm going to be dripping sweat in this weather anyway, I might as well make it into a work out. And then adding in weights helped me to start noticing a difference. And pilates, and yoga, and swimming. In fact I've become a real fan of switching it up, especially when I realized that even doing yoga - which I didn't really think was exercise because you aren't running your butt off - still makes a difference. It makes it more enjoyable for me that way. (Yeah, but don't worry - I've taken to getting yoga videos and trying it in the privacy of my own home now.)
Anyway, I don't really know where I'm going with this post. I guess I'm happy right now: happy that I accomplished something that obviously didn't come as easily to me as it does to others; happy that the kids are cute and fun and interacting with each other, pretending like they can talk, and a little more flexible now; happy that I'm enjoying it here; and happy that in two more weeks Ryan will be a second year and hopefully have more normal hours! Hooray!