My skin doesn’t “fit” me anymore. To be honest, it hasn’t fit properly in a long time. Three pregnancies, breastfeeding, and lack of exercise have contributed. When you’re a new mom, you don’t really have time to think about things like that.
My kids aren’t “little” anymore….and I have time to think about it.
It was brought home most recently with a visit to the Dr. at the first of the month for the boys, and then at the end of the month for me (um. Obviously, that would be *last* month). Y’see, when the kids are uncooperative at the Dr’s office (son, it’s JUST to see how much you weigh GET ONNIT!) I get to weigh myself, then pick the kid up and weigh both of us. Then my weight is subtracted, and TA-DAAAH! One weighed kid.
Almost exactly 14 days later, it was my turn at the Dr. office. I walked in, feeling good about my blood pressure and how it’s responding to the new med. Cocky as all hell, I stepped up on the scale, adjusted it to the weight I was at when we did the boys, and blinked in shock as it thunked to the top. Scooting the weight over, I added 8 pounds before the indicator centered itself. Looking over at the NP, I said “That CAN’T be right, am I remembering the weight from last time with the boys correctly?” (Un?) Fortunately, we made something of an impression, since she confirmed my memory.
Eight pounds in two weeks. I had told my doctor that fluid retention was a problem, but we didn’t have exact numbers.
I digress.
The sag problem makes for some incredibly self-defeating circular logic. I want to lose weight so that men will find me more attractive I’ll be healthier; losing weight will make the sag problem worse; Saggy Baggy Skin is unattractive; Therefore, I can’t lose weight.
“No problem, E! Get that extra stuff cut off! Plastic surgery can do WONDERS now!!!”
Riiiiight. Have you met my empty wallet and lack of “fluff insurance coverage”? Oh, and my Issues? I’m just *now* getting to where I’m OK with the fact that “they” cut me open to deliver my daughter 13 years ago…and I fought it tooth and nail. And you want me to voluntarily lay down on that table?
Not no, but HELL no.
So, here I sit, in my Saggy Baggy Skin 
wondering what to do next….
That elephant is cute. *looks around* I’d tell you that I think you’re beuatiful, because I do, but, that’s not really what you want to hear is it? I know what you mean tho.