Last week I wore my smallest pair of jeans for the first time in almost 3 years. I bought them on a trip to New York, not too long before we did IVF. Post-transfer I was already too bloated to fit into them. Then I was pregnant (yay!) then grieving and not even bothered by the extra pounds of baby weight. Then pregnant again, and thankfully for longer (yay!!). More baby weight. More not particularly caring about it.
Yet somehow, over the last months, the combination of still breastfeeding and biking to work has more than offset all the pastries and chocolates that I eat. I’m pleasantly surprised.