You win some, you lose some. This is life.
I’ve had the pleasure of dealing with postpartum depression and anxiety. Did I say pleasure? Because what I meant to say was it sucks. On the other hand, I look fairly good for having a 4 month old baby. I blame it on a combination of genetics and exercise. I would argue that it’s easier to lose weight than depression. I might also wager that a tight waistband is less painful. But, hey, that’s just me.
So I get a lot of this:
Other person: …and you look great! Have you lost all the weight?
Me: Thanks! I’m actually about 10 pounds heavier than I was before I got pregnant.
That’s when the other person acts as if I just told them I wanted to lose 200 pounds and become the first person to have negative mass. Some of these people also go on to proclaim that I, “hardly ever eat!”
And I’ve had about enough of this. So to all the other people out there, here’s some advice.
Don’t do that. It’s annoying. Now let’s all take a step back and remind ourselves of the facts. You asked a very straight forward, yes or no question. I’m sorry to disappoint you but the answer is no. Furthermore, there is no disputing the data. Before I got pregnant I weighed 1XX. Now I weigh 1XX+10. It’s basic math. No matter how hard you try to disagree with me, this is not subjective.
I would also like to point out that you actually have no idea how much I eat. Let’s, once more, survey the data. I run 20 miles a week, breastfeed and haven’t lost a pound since Ruby was 2 weeks old. Clearly I eat. Would you ever tell someone they eat too much? No, because that would be inappropriate. Guess what? You’re inappropriate.
How about one more indisputable piece of information? At both 1XX and 1XX+10 my BMI falls under the category of “normal”, and my percent body fat falls under the category of “athletic.”
So I’m sorry if you feel bad about your own weight, shape or size. Just please don’t take it out on me. I have enough crap of my own to deal with.