One of the hardest things that I’ve ever had to deal with was losing all of my baby weight. As I’ve written about before in several posts, I gained a ton of weight for a variety of reasons, some out of my control but many well in my control. I’ve lost most of the weight, though the last 10 pounds is a bit of a struggle (when isn’t it, though?).
However, when I was that tubby, I still making sure I was in pictures. The reason for that is I observed early in postpartum that I was not in a lot of the pictures. I was the photographer of the family, so there are three times as many pictures as of my husband and my baby. Given that that was the case, I worked to include myself in more pictures and have my husband take more of them.
Was it hard to take pictures when I was that heavy? Absolutely.
But the alternative – not having any physical memories of myself and my son in his fleeting age was not acceptable.
Nowadays, I look through those pictures and boy…it is hard to see how big I was back then. Suddenly it is very clear why all those clothes were so tight back then. I cringe at some of the pictures.
But the coolest thing is that I’ve lost most of that weight. Now as I go through those pictures, I can see a physical reminder of just how hard I worked and how far I’ve come. That itself is pretty amazing.
So we keep taking pictures. Sometimes I grimace and sometimes it’s harder than I want it to be to look at the pictures, because I’ve still got 10 pounds to go and I’m not quite in fighting shape. But I know that I’m going to get there. The pictures motivate me, every single day. We’ll keep taking pictures and capturing these fleeting times of my beautiful baby boy, with his mother in whatever form she comes in.