I was feeling not great, but not horrible about my postpartum figure … until yesterday. That’s when two things happened:
1. I managed to button and zip up my size 12 Gap jeans.
2. I saw myself from behind and it scared the daylights out of me.
You see, last weekend we took ONE to a birthday party. Here he is, holding some stranger kids at swordpoint. I cropped them out, since I don’t know them or their parents, and they might not appreciate being posted on the internet. And I have to say, I’m quite proud of myself for being so mannerly.
One of the other moms took pictures at the event, posted them on Facebook, and tagged me. Which was awesome, since I didn’t take pictures at all. I excitedly clicked through them.
Then I saw this one.
It took me a minute to realize the chunky chick standing behind my son was me. GOOD GRIEF.