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Getting ME Back September 20, 2009

So I go through periods of time (short, thankfully) where I feel downhearted. Not completely overwhelmed with depression, but feelings of darkness. The last two weeks have been like that. Sorta.

Last night I either had a dream or I had a moment of lucidity as I tossed back onto my back to keep the snot in my head and not on my pillow. I have a cold. Again.
So I had this moment of seeing myself; not as I am, but as I long to be.

Healthy.

I was fit. I had muscle tone. I had a tan. I was smiling. I had energy. I was full of life.
And, I realized right then and there that the person I was seeing IS me.
And, even though I’m going through this rough patch of feeling like my body has fallen apart, it really is just that… a rough patch. Because I am not comfortable with fat. I do not tolerate unhealthy. I am not lazy nor am I a glutton.

So I am over it. If you see me today, I am over 150 pounds. I feel fat. I feel ugly. I feel like I am barely making it most days because I have no energy and I keep getting sick. I have felt stuck in this yuck for over a year. And. I am SO done feeling this way.

I will breastfeed Jaxon for exactly 4 more months. I have to say that for the first 10 weeks I thought of breastfeeding as a loving sacrifice. After that, I felt extremely happy that I stuck it out because I started to really love it. In fact, I loved it so much that when I had to start feeding my son baby food from a jar I was upset and I cried because he wouldn’t need me at the breast as much. Now that he is 8 months old and I feel like half of a normal human being again, I want to be done. It is now just a convenience for me. I don’t see it necessary emotionally for either of us. It is the greatest form of nutrition for him and that I will never deny. But, emotionally we don’t need it anymore. It feels like I’m just feeding him now. I don’t know how to describe it, really. I guess “routine” is a good word to describe how it feels.

Anyway… I don’t consider nursing my son the reason for my downheartedness. Don’t get me wrong. But, the nursing has kept me in this state of being that I am unhappy with. I can’t take certain meds to feel better, it is taxing my immune system despite what you “experts” say, I am still  fat so the magic breastfeeding-makes-the-weight-melt-off is baloney in my book… and on and on. Because of the extra weight my foot is not healing the way it should. I can’t lose without using my foot. It’s a vicious cycle that is tiring me to the core.

And, before anyone starts  bashing me for eating fast food… find another chick to assault. I am a vegetarian 3/4 of the time. I only consume fish occasionally and my diet is well-rounded with my carbohydrate intake consisting primarily of fiber rich, whole grains and fruits. Save yourself the aggrivation of trying to pinpoint my problem as being anything other than breastfeeding. Pregnancy sucks and robs me of my nutrition and it has become apparant that breastfeeding does the same thing to me. It’s awful.

I didn’t realize until recently that one very important part of my mental well-being is my physical well-being. The two are intricately tied. Since I feel sluggish and I hate the way I look with my fat stomach and fat rear end… I am not healthy emotionally either.

Sure other things work their way into that equation, but the main thing is that I am physically unhealthy. Everything else is just another ingredient.

Awareness.

I am glad I see this now. It is relieving in a sense. I probably have about a year left of being “this” way physically. I am not done nursing Jack until January and, even then, weening is a process.

A woman once told me that it took her 3 years to get her body back after her last child was born. She breastfed too. I hope it doesn’t take 3 years. But, I will do what it takes to get mine back.

Healthy. Vibrant. Strong.
That is me. I am ready.

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7 Responses to “Getting ME Back”

  1. It’ll happen. I can see the value of dissatisfaction but I can also see the value of not being too hard on yourself. Ain’t it strange that some are unhappy because they think they weigh too much while others are unhappy because they weigh so little? I pray a “dangerous” prayer for you each day and will continue.

  2. Tracy Says:

    Congrats for sticking with it for so long! The recommended time for breastfeeding is 6 months…you have done your job. My advice would be to start weaning baby off of your breasts now already. It’s more important that he has a happy mommy. Hope you will feel better soon! 😉

  3. Ivan Says:

    “mens sana in corpore sano” as they say. It’s very easy to forget. Very easy to think that “higher principles” are all that matters.

    If I may, that’s one of the things I like about Yoga, the way it ties in physical exercises with more spiritual matters. Of course you have to decode the hocus-pocus.

  4. candidchatter Says:

    “mens sana in corpore sano”
    a sound mind in a sound body
    🙂 I googled it, Ivan. I like it when you teach me something new.

    PS: I like Yoga. I LOVE Pilates though. Similar.

  5. Ivan Says:

    A pleasure. You are teaching me plenty.

    Yes, I like Pilates too. (@ Bill and I like cycling!)

  6. candidchatter Says:

    @Tracy: Thanks for the encouragement. The pediatrician has said, per the Amer Acad of Ped, to breastfeed my son for at least 12 months. 🙂 I’ll stick to that plan.

    @Bill: Thank you!!! I love dangerous prayers! 🙂

  7. Tab Says:

    I think you are a woman in need of venting! Vent on! I will vent as well! Sometimes it is just necessary! Love in Christ


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