Bella has left me chubby. And that's okay, that's what babies do. This particular baby has left me chubbier than the rest. No it's not her fault, it's mine. Will I get it off? I don't know. I did with the other ones, but I wasn't over the dreaded 35. I can't stress about it, it's not even the point of this post.
Being this weight reminds me of my teenage years. I weighed what I weigh now, back then. I wish I had a pic to scan. Overweight, big glasses, and frizzy hair. Needless to say my self confidence was not up to par. All of my friends were beautiful. They all had boyfriends-not me. They all had prom dates-I had to bring my friends brother. They could all share clothes-not me. They wore bikini's, I wore a one piece and shorts over it.
I was overweight due to bad eating/drinking habits. I want better for my kids. I monitor what they eat. I don't let them eat after dinner unless we are having a 'family dessert'. I pack their lunch boxes with fresh fruit and raw veggies (with ranch dressing-I'm not that bad!) I don't keep junk in the house. My kids have parents that were once and still have the potential to be overweight. I can't ignore their genetic make up. I don't deprive them of anything, but I don't keep it all in arms reach either. It's hard enough to be a kid in this world. If I can avoid certain things that I know can bring down their self confidence, I will. Plus giving your children healthy eating habits is a good thing. I don't want them to have to feel like I did many times growing up.
P.S.- no worries about my not so glamorous teen years. I always say I am very happy that I am a beautiful woman, rather than a beautiful teen. I'll be a woman a lot longer than those awkward teen years that are long gone!