Okay, so here's the deal: Despite the fact that I'm a longtime health editor who should've known better, I totally believed the hype about breastfeeding. You know, the stuff about how it's the fastest, easiest, drop-a-million-pounds-in-a-month fat-burner and that no matter how much weight you pack on it'll melt away as long as you whip out your boobs for your kid.
I'm not too worried about weight generally (read more about why here), but thanks to my celebrity-news habit, I truly believed that if I just breastfed my baby like I planned to anyhow, the 50 pounds I gained would quickly and naturally slide off my body like cheesy eggs from a really buttered English muffin like the ones I ate all the time while I was pregnant.
But no.
Sure, I lost an initial 20 pounds within six weeks of having Lil' P (8 of that actually was Lil' P)—but the scale hasn't budged since. Nine months after giving birth to the best little girl in the world, I'm still up 30 pounds from my normal number and ain't nothin' going on in the weight-loss department.
Not that I've tried especially hard, that is. I'm just so darn hungry! I got so used to giving myself anything and everything I even thought about eating—Frozen pizza! Ice cream cones! Hostess lemon pies! Entenmann's raspberry twist danish!—that going back to a more reasonable way of noshing just sounds boring. Blergh.
That reminds me...gotta go pump!
P.S.
Yay to Jenna Fischer and Jennifer Garner for admitting that breastfeeding didn't do a darn thing for their figures.
P.S.S.
Thbbbt to celebs who work out like fiends, diet their asses off, and then tell the world they lost the baby weight "just by breastfeeding!" Kill.
photo: flickr/denizen24
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