It’s no secret that I LOVE going to the gym. For the LONGEST time I didn’t get why other people didn’t.
And then I had a kid. And then another. By now I realize that my body holds onto fat for what feels like forever. My body stupidly thinks that I could starve it at any moment and therefore holds onto every possible morsel of fat so that I can feed my baby. You know, just in case… With Gooner I wore my fat pants for forever…and then one day I didn’t. Awesome. BUT, even if I can’t fit into all my fab spring gear I’m not throwing in the towel. I’m going to continue to work out and that means going to the gym…over weight.
Not a big deal right? I mean I had a baby 4 months ago. But you see NO ONE AT THE GYM KNOWS THAT!!!! My chest is abnormally big because I’m lactating and my hips are wide from childbirth and I have a foopah because hello ONE year of pregnancy. Oh yes, because I had a miscarriage and then became pregnant right away I was pregnant from March of 2011 to February 2012. My body went through A LOT! I wish I didn’t have to start AGAIN from where I’m at, but I am.
CLEARLY they are worth it. BUT that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting when I get LOOKS. Especially in the free weight area. Some of the looks
men people give me are EVIL. As if I’m not worth the space I’m taking up. Whatev, this is a pic of half of me after Gooner… DUDE, I won’t look like this forever.
I just wish I could wear apparel that says CUT ME SOME SLACK I’M SINGLE HANDEDLY FEEDING A HUMAN. Yah, it’s ALL ME folks and my body knows it. And so it’s going to hold onto the fat for quite some time. Prob a few more months, like all through the summer. THIS means we either feed our kid formula OR I suck it up and look overweight and soft until she eats more solids instead of me.
All this to say, I understand why some folks don’t like to go to the gym. You DO get stared at. Bratty twig girls DO roll their eyes and men WILL try to push you out of their space. BUT BUT BUT, you don’t want to be overweight forever. At least I don’t. SO, it’s worth it. Forget about them. Imagine they don’t exist.
As for me, I will continue to feed my kid my milk until she bites me. That’s my rule.