I didn’t really want to write something about weight issues but I guess I just needed to do it. You see, I did not really get that big when I was pregnant. I had a small tummy. Even my OB said that I didn’t really gain weight. All the weight I gained was my baby. And even before I got pregnant, I was at the base line of my weight range. I had (well, have) irregular eating habits, not enough sleep, and too much going on to really think of having a healthy diet.
When I got pregnant, I had to ensure that I eat at least three times a day. I literally kept a journal of what I was eating every meal and I even had to indicate the time I ate until I was able to regulate my eating habit. At the same time, I was conscious of what I ate. And I never really craved when I was pregnant. I think that was one of the reasons why I never got bloated. I had everything in moderation. With the exception of my coffee intake. I know, I know. I was told by my OB that I can have 2 cups (you know, those small coffee cups, not the big mugs) a day. 😛
My pre-pregnancy weight was 48 kg. That was my range base line. When I gave birth, I was at 64 kg. Now? My weight plays between 45-46 kg. Waaaaaay under my baseline. Shocking?
A lot of my work colleagues were surprised when I went back to work after my maternity leave. I was told several comments, too: “you’re so thin!”, ‘You don’t look like you gave birth!”, “Are you sure you got pregnant?” among others.
Up until now, my son is already 9 months old, I still get these comments. I hear a lot of envy in the voice, too. And the envious voices come not only from new Moms but from hoping-to-be Moms, too. And it gets old, to be honest.
Let me back up here a moment. I was never really that conscious about my weight. The only time that I got quite conscious about it was when my Dad commented that I was getting fat. And that was sometime around 2007-2008, I think. If I remember correctly, I was at 60-62 kg that time. So, I would agree with my Dad. I gained so much weight (no wonder it was really hard to climb the stairs!). 3 years ago, I went down to 56 kg on the average. I think that was due to the fact that I live on the fifth floor of an elevator-less building so you really have to climb the stairs. A year after that, my weight went down to 48-50 kg. That was time that I was spending 14-16 hours at work, 4 hours of sleep on the average, going on a night out with friends over the weekend, not enough healthy food intake and the likes.
The advantage of reaching my normal weight range? I can wear the clothes that I have in my closet that I couldn’t wear before because my fats were showing. 😛
Three weeks after I gave birth, I was able to wear my pre-pregnancy jeans. I think what helped that time was the fact that I was stressed and at the same time, I was exclusively breastfeeding. 8 weeks after giving birth, the buttons on my blouses are no longer popping out. 🙂 I was happy to be honest. I didn’t have to change my wardrobe since I fit my clothes perfectly and I lost my pregnancy fat.
Here is the real issue here. I thought I was maintaining my usual baseline weight. I was wrong. I got tired of getting all the “You’re so thin!” comments so I never really gave a thought about my weight. Until my Mom and my other relatives said the same thing, only in a different tone. That was quite alarming. I checked my weight and found out that I am way below my range. Not a good sign.
If other Moms struggle to lose their weight after giving birth, my issue is gaining weight. I have to start regulating my diet again. Although I eat, I think I have to make sure I eat the right foods. And given that I don’t work the regular day shift, the more that I need to ensure that I eat nutritious food to keep up with the grueling schedules.
So, you envy me yet? Trust me. Knowing that you are underweight means that you are not getting the right nutrition. Yes, I may be thin. Yes, I may have lost my pregnancy weight gain, but the mere fact that I am underweight – NOT GOOD!
So the next time you meet someone who quickly lost weight after giving birth, don’t just envy them. There’s always a story behind that. And this is my story.