Rachel Cosgrove (author of Drop 2 Sizes, wife of my hero trainer, Alwyn Cosgrove) says that instead of weighing myself while doing D2S, I should instead use a pair of pants and try them on every 3 weeks.
I have 2 pairs of pants. Both fit before I got pregnant. My grey work pants which I loooooove (and used to be baggy in the butt, actually) and my favorite jeans that I so badly want to fit into again.
Both are a size 14. They're not small. But I am not expecting to get skinny or anything like that. I just want to be where I was before I got pregnant.
Ok... it's not pretty, but here they are:
(I know that I have an awful muffin top: I could barely button these pants. But honest - they look better in the hips than they did the last time I tried them on. My hips used to stick out more. They're smoother now. Again - I haven't gotten smaller, but my shape has improved. There are less jiggly parts.)
And this one is the worst!
I swear, I don't have *that* much back fat... I think my pants were pushing me up, and then I was twisted to take the shot. Aaaahhh! But LOOK AT MY HOT BUTT. Seriously. Squats.
The last time I tried these on, I zipped them but they were snug. That's while I was testing out the paleo back in December. Well... I like bread, pizza, etc. And so I need to find a way to get to a happy weight while still eating that stuff. Anyway, they don't zip anymore:
But my legs and butt look soooooo much better! What is going on!? Is it my bubble butt or something? Geeeez!
Anyway, in 3 weeks I check in with my pants to see how they're fitting. Hopefully better than this.
In all my self-deprecating humor, I assure you - I am not upset. It's a little disappointing that my pants look terrible on me, and it also sucks to lose the circulation in the lower half of my body while I took the pictures, but ... I just don't feel bad about myself anymore. I'm excited about my body, even if the clothes don't fit.
Tomorrow I go to the gym. I leave just after 7am to go. Blech. But then it's done for the day. Can't argue with that. Leaving is the hard part. Actually being there is fine.