How many of you who are married tried to get in shape for your wedding? (Me! LGN anyone??). Personally, the summer before I got married I was in the best shape of my life. I dedicated hours each day to working out and dancing. As a result I weighed the least I’ve been in adulthood and had the lowest amount of body fat.
Then life moved on. And I’m not sad about it. In fact, here are five reasons why I celebrate my married mom bod.
- Wedding bodies are an unrealistically high standard. Let’s be real, I will never be that tiny again. So why obsess over it? I’d rather set achievable goals I can feel good about. I can be happy with how I feel and look and it’s not based on fitting into one item of clothing.
- I focus on the present, not the past. I used to think back a lot but I found myself spending more time reminiscing and missing the good ol' days instead of enjoying the present. Don’t let precious moments pass you by because your gaze is turned backwards.
- I had a baby. This changes things. My hips are wider. My rib cage is wider. My tummy has a little pooch. My chest is bigger. I haven’t lost all the baby weight. Some of those things I like, some I don’t, some I’m indifferent about, but either way it’s a fact of life. I may eventually get a bit smaller but my body is forever altered and I love the reason why.
- My body is not my own. It is my baby’s. It’s currently focused on feeding her the nutrients she needs to live. Even when I’m not breastfeeding anymore, I won’t have a whole summer to spend on myself. I’ll always take care of myself, but from now on I focus on my kids and what I can do for them.
- I focus on health. That should be the ultimate goal. Even weight means nothing when measurements and muscle mass can fluctuate widely while the number on the scale stays the same. I want to work out and eat right so that I can have energy, feel good, not get sick, and live longer.
Size is such a silly thing to get caught up on, and yet so many of us are stuck on exactly that. I look back to my high school days in particular and remember how obsessed I was with my weight, if I had a flat stomach, etc. Compared to now I was a stick, so I’m not sure why I thought otherwise, but ultimately my displeasure with my body was a symptom of something else - I didn’t love myself. Once I later came to accept myself and love me for me as a person (and not just how clothes fit), numbers on the scale didn’t matter as much anymore.
Yes, sometimes I still get sad when I can no longer fit the clothes I used to, but for the most part I try to focus on positive things (purging old clothes helped too). Kids watch everything we do, whether we know it or not. If my little girl sees me criticizing myself and my body and obsessing over size, she might end up with a similar high school experience. I want my daughter to love herself and her body and that starts with me setting that example.
So the wedding dress will simply remain a precious memory, and not a lofty standard to hang over my head. I’ll be happier and healthier that way.