So Long, Farewell!

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The number on the scale triggered an upheaval in me I had not expected. I stepped out, stepped back on again. The number stood unbudging. I expected to feel elation, instead, I felt disquiet. The kind that echoes of rumblings across time.

The last time I had seen the same number was the day I found I was pregnant. I stepped on the scale just a few minutes after I unbelievingly looked at two pink lines, half noting the number in my head, a record of all things “before”. I remember the relief that all that weight I attributed to PMS, to the weight of unchecked anger, the exhaustion from working, mothering, housekeeping, the binge-eating was really from my body shoring up its resources to support life.

In the year after Laddu was born, I kept tabs on the various groups on baby center and other pregnancy forums I was part of. Discussion swirled on postpartum blues, on struggles with breastfeeding, on losing weight. I engaged actively in most things but the weight. I watched other women despair at losing their once perfect shape, their pre-pregnancy weight a lofty goal to be attained within months of delivery. Me? I clung on to the pounds with the tenacity of a woman clutching a hard-won prize.

For every mother rueing her sagging breasts and belly fat, I marveled at my body. I caressed the ugly stretch marks, I tugged at that loose skin that hung from my belly, devoid of the body that had stretched to its brim, taut from within.

Having experienced pregnancy at the fag end of a woman’s biological clock, I knew that what happened to me was a miracle, one I wouldn’t go through again. I held on to the vestiges with something akin to reverence, a reminder of the holy grail that once was.

Most people have a sharp divide between the before and the after. Mine was a spectrum. What was my pre-pregnancy weight? Was it the weight on the day I realized I was pregnant? Was it a few pounds lower from the month before? Was it the weight of waterlogging that the fertility medication caused? Was it the weight of the unshed tears? Was it my weight at its lowest in my life? I have no clue.

Today my “after” met the “before” albeit for a day. It will go back up again tomorrow. Today, I will let go of so many things that I held on to. I will mark this day, a few days short of four years of my child’s birth as the time when I merged back to the mainstream.

5 comments

  1. You remember your weight on the day you discovered you were pregnant? I have said this before, and I say it again, you are a hopeless romantic !
    I remember the ball park. I was around a certain number for most of my adult life, and then I suddenly discovered I am 5 kilos more. Simply unable to get back to the earlier number.
    But what the heck…life can take a few kilos this way and that (mostly this way).

  2. I remember nothing. Yeah I remember the nurse at my OB/GYN saying I went back to my pre-pregnancy weight in less than two months. No idea what those numbers were!! Neither am I really ok with how I look/how much I weigh. I am fat & well will put it out here – feel quite ugly.
    I paused a moment before I hit the post comment button wondering if I must. Have decided what the heck let me! That is the truth anyways!!

    • I guess each of us views the journey in different ways. I craved it, therefore, remember the minutest of details. As for feeling ugly or beautiful, I now believe a lot is in our head. I hope you look in the mirror and see the beautiful you that I see.

  3. Congrats on the milestone! I gained lots and lots of weight in both my pregnancies. I don’t recall the before but do know that I want to be at a certain weight level to be healthy.

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