The biggest "size" change that has happened to my body since losing my pregnancy weight, let's get real, has been my boobs. Poor, defenseless, boobs. They're gone. Disappeared into the mystical land from which they came. No one tells you after babies your body will go through reverse puberty.
I'll tell ya, it bruised my ego a few months ago when we went to Victoria's Secret for some new bras and after measuring me, they told me they don't carry a size for me.
But sometimes it makes me a little sad. While I don't believe giant knockers are the key to happiness (at least for women), I think having something, anything, is the key to feeling feminine. Otherwise I just look like a 13 year old boy. So some days, like today, when I put on my sports bras and look in the mirror wishing that my stomach could be as flat as my chest, I get a little down. It's a good thing having kids is worth it.
It's also a very good thing we're moving. They recently put in a Beto's right by our house and I cannot stop eating these:
** blank stare **
"The other half of what?"
(Pointing to stomach) "Right here!"
This is our life.
We got a random IKEA catalog in the mail yesterday that Kennedy took a remarkable interest in
Just kidding, that wasn't any fun. I didn't have any boobs then, either.
I've got a canyon run planned early tomorrow morning that I'm super stoked for. I haven't been down this one since I was pregnant. I'm hoping for a much more pleasant experience. Fingers crossed!
P.S. It's almost Friday. Which means nothing to me, because I'm a mom, but for those that care, it's almost Friday.