I did a very scary thing today. In the midst of packing up my closet (big move is now only 4 days away – EEK!), I ran across a pile of jeans tucked away in the back corner. They were tucked away for two excellent reasons: 1) because it is FRICKING HOT and there is no need for long jeans, long sleeves, or anything that covers anything more than legally necessary in this heat, and 2) because I haven’t worn those darn things since last October. Maybe November, if I was having a skinny day, or was using the belly band.
At first, I just went to shove the jeans in the plastic garbage bag with the rest of the contents of the back of my closet (and expert packer I am not), but then a little voice in the back of my head said “just try them on Janelle.” I knew this was a bag idea – it is probably close to 90 degrees in that room, I was all sweaty and feeling bloated from the gallons of water I have been drinking to keep hydrated, and have I mentioned that we’re moving? And thus the diet has been a bit less than stellar – leaning more towards beer and potato chips for dinner, rather than fresh fruits and veggies and whole grains. (Ok, really it hasn’t been that bad. I’ve actually done pretty well considering, but Sunday night dinner was beer and potato chips. And fresh fruit. Which was on top of a pavlova, doused in whipped cream. But there was fresh fruit!)
Anyhow, back to that voice in my head. ”Try them on Janelle. Just give it a go! Who knows, they may just fit!” The next voice I heard was that of my friend Kristina, describing her experience with her pre-pregnancy jeans after her first child. I distinctly remember Kris telling me that if I ever had the inkling to put on those jeans prior to 9 months postpartum, I should put them down and call her immediately, and she would coach me back from the ledge. “Janellle, PUT DOWN THE JEANS. JUST WALK AWAY. THEY WILL MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A HEIFER. THEY WERE MADE FOR 13 YEAR OLD GIRLS, WHO DON’T HAVE BIRTHING HIPS. I REPEAT, WALK AWAY!” And indeed, the jeans did look tiny, like they should fit a trim person. Not a bloated, sweaty, mom. But still…they had fit me once, and I am technically only a few pounds away from my pre-preggo weight (but distinctly flabbier – little time to workout = little muscle tone = lighter weight, but more girth. sigh.)I again went to put the jeans away, but the little voice had gotten louder. ”Just give it a try! C’mon, why not! If nothing else, they will MOTIVATE you..”
Well, you all already know what I did – of course I tried them on. Who wouldn’t have?
And…they fit. Kinda. Meaning, they zipped and buttoned without having to suck it in. They were certainly form-fitting, which is NOT how I prefer my clothes, and caused a bit of a less-than-attractive muffin top. But I see much worse at the mall on any given day, and hey, I’m only three months out!
So…not such a bad experience. They way this heat wave is going, I won’t be wearing those puppies any time soon. So the goal now is for my next go-round with those jeans to result in less muffin top, a bit more give in the thighs and bum…and perhaps a bit less internal conflict. After all, they are just jeans, right?


