Wednesday, January 18, 2012
I am the mother of two kids...the last one birthed 5 1/2 years ago. They are wonderful little beings that are a source of incredible joy. Bringing them into the world was quite the experience. It left me in awe of what my body is capable of.
(you know what's coming, huh?!)
Pregnancy also left me with a strangely misshapen and flabby tummy.
For the first two years I didn't care AT ALL. I was too tired and distracted by how huge my boobs were from breastfeeding. (p.s. They do not stay huge. My husband still mourns this.)
When my youngest was 3ish I started trying flatten my tummy. I missed it. It had always looked so snazzy in jeans and downright lovely in a swimming suit. I wanted to never, ever, ever, wear spanx again. (C'mon...what postpartum mom hasn't squeezed into those torture devices in hopes of regaining what was lost for the bargin price of $29.95?!)
I tried all sorts of flattening methods. Crunches (countless kinds in crazy positions), cardio (so much running!), P90x (the thought of ab ripper X still brings tears to my eyes), adult gymnastics (ever seen a gymnast with a flabby middle?), and triathlon training (when I realized running alone wasn't cutting it).
It never flattened. I finally let the dream go and set my eyes on being healthy...calling my squishy middle a small price to pay for my two little miracles.
Imagine my surprise this morning when I noticed in the mirror....A FLAT TUMMY!
My husband confirmed I was not hallucinating (though he did not appreciate being woke up to render an opinion on my midsection).
Apparently all my crunches, running, P90x'ing, attempts at gymnastics, and tri training had done their job!
It was just hidden under a bunch of extra calories (about 10lbs worth) nicely stashed in my lower abdomen.