Finally, I'm back!

I gained a whopping 78 pounds with Story. I honestly don't regret a single minute of it, as I was able to eat as many sugary, fatty, delicious treats as I could stomach. It was fabulous! However, the body dysmorphia that followed her birth was really tough to handle.

For instance, my best friend and her hubby surprised Tim and I by cleaning our whole house and leaving little presents for us when we returned with Story from the hospital. One of those presents was a pair of pajamas and a bath robe for me. I bashfully had to admit at the time that even though the pants were an XL, there was no way I was getting them on. I could barely scooch them over my thighs and even then, there was no way they were making it up FatButt Mountain. I put them away in my drawer and said, "I AM going to fit back into them. This is just a transition body. It will happen."

Since that time, I have been eating much better (if you don't count a fatty southern breakfast here and there) and, since my hypoglycemia reared its ugly head again, I have cut out all sugars and simple carbs from my diet. I've also GASP been exercising again and attending dance rehearsal fairly regularly. I don't own a scale though, so the only clue I've had that I've been losing weight has been my post preggo clothes becoming looser and looser.

Last week, I attempted the cute pajama pants again and THEY FIT! Like, without shimmying, without wiggling or tugging. They just fit like normal. I tried not to get too excited by it, as well, maybe the fabric stretched out the first time I attempted to put them on or something. I could still be just as big. So what if my work pants are starting to fall off me, that could be the fabric stretching.

Well, this morning I went into my closet and broke out the Ominous Tupperware Tub of Pre-Pregnancy Clothes. My favorite black work pants were on top, still a bit disheveled from when I tried them on a couple of months back and locked them back away in despair. I stepped into them and pulled them up with ease. Then, in an act of utter astonishment, I buttoned and zipped them up! They fit! Cue a whole bunch of angels with trumpets and heavenly light. Hallelujah!

I can't say how happy I am right now. My day is totally made. Sure, most of my tops still don't fit due to the delightful gifts of breastfeeding, but I'll take pants fitting any day!