I had a midwife appointment a couple of days ago. I stood on the scale and saw the numbers tick up-up-up (luckily alone).I am currently sitting at the same weight I was when I DELIVERED Nolie…
I want to practice what I preach. I want to be OK with this and know that I am active, healthy and growing just right. But the number is a hang up for me… obviously, I have written about this eleventybillion times. Maybe the baby is bigger? Maybe it is because I am still making some milk? Maybe? maybe… maybe?? All I know is that this is a battle for me and stretching me. Making me turn my thoughts to things that are FAR more important, things like family, planning our birth, playing with Nolie and loving my husband. Things like soaking up these last moments of being a family of three, the last time that Nolie will be our only.
Making me release every negative body thought and give them to God and ask for something different in return.
I am deciding that these thoughts aren’t worth it. Aren’t worth me. My worth has nothing to do with that number, praise God.