As you already know, I’ve recently given birth to our third child. Now, not to make anyone jealous or anything, but I have this amazing ability to actually lose weight during my pregnancies. With all three I have lost weight for the first six months or so (25 pounds for #2) and then slowly gained a little back for the next three months, which means that usually by two weeks post partum I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight or lower. This is by far the best weight loss programme I have ever encountered. I tend to be a bit on the round side so this weight loss does no harm to me or our babies.
I’m now nearly three weeks post partum and I’m about three pounds below my pre-pregnancy weight. This is with no effort on my part. I produce enough milk to easily feed triplets and as a result I inhale massive amounts of food and water. Unfortunately, I get very used to just eating, eating, eating, not really caring what it is. So a friend brings cookies by? No problem, I’ll eat them, often in the middle of the night when I think I’m going to die of starvation. Leftover enchiladas? No worries, I’ll finish them off for morning tea.
A friend brought over a cake about an hour ago, while we were getting the kids ready for bed. Can I even admit to you how much of it I’ve already eaten??? And man, it was good. But eventually the nirvana of post-partum metabolism must end and with it the ability to eat huge quantities of sugar-laden food without regret. But somehow an apple just doesn’t have the same taste as chocolate cake.