At six weeks postpartum, I'm finally starting to feel more like my old self.
I no longer feel like I'm wearing a lead coat of grief. Don't get me wrong, it's still there, but it's tucked away. It doesn't take much to get it to bubble up either, but at least it's not at the forefront of every single thought.
So for the first time since finding out I was pregnant, I went for a run this morning. And at 20 plus (oh, what the heck, almost 25) pounds heavier than I was the last time I went for a run, it was hard.
It was slow, and painful, and ugly. But I did it.
I only ran one mile and it took me twenty minutes to do it, but I did it!
And I'll be honest, it felt pretty good. I'm not sure how long it will take me to get back to my daily 3 mile jaunts, but I'll get there.