Can We Talk About the Weight?

This month's theme is intention.

Creating intentional homes.

Creating intentional routines.

Creating intentional lives.

But today, I want to talk about something that has been weighing on me—literally.

I am four years postpartum, and if I'm being completely honest, I have been struggling with my weight.

Not the kind of struggle where I want to lose five pounds before vacation. I mean the kind of struggle that follows you into dressing rooms, shows up in family photos, and quietly sits in the back of your mind when you're getting dressed in the morning.

The kind that makes you wonder what happened to the woman you used to recognize in the mirror.

Six years ago, I had gastric sleeve surgery. At the time, I felt hopeful. I thought I was taking control of my health and creating a better future for myself.

Then life happened.

Two pregnancies.

Motherhood.

Working full-time.

Taking care of everyone else.

Trying to keep all the balls in the air.

My babies aren't babies anymore. They're big kids now. Yet somehow the weight continues to creep up, and some days it feels like I'm fighting a battle that nobody prepared me for.

That's the part nobody really talks about.

We hear stories about losing the baby weight.

We hear stories about bouncing back.

We hear stories about transformation photos and fitness challenges.

But where are the conversations about the women who didn't bounce back?

The women whose bodies changed permanently?

The women who are trying, failing, starting over, and trying again?

Because that's my reality.

And lately I've been asking myself a difficult question:

How do I practice intention when I feel like I've already tried everything?

I've counted calories.

I've walked.

I've meal-prepped.

I've had weight loss surgery.

Now I'm taking a low dose of liraglutide and trying to be patient with the process, but if I'm honest, I haven't seen the changes I hoped for yet.

Some days I feel motivated.

Other days I feel defeated.

Most days I land somewhere in between.

What I'm learning, though, is that maybe intention isn't about having the perfect plan.

Maybe intention is choosing not to quit on yourself.

Maybe it's drinking the water even when the scale doesn't move.

Maybe it's taking the walk even when you're tired.

Maybe it's choosing a protein-rich breakfast instead of skipping meals.

Maybe it's speaking to yourself with kindness instead of criticism.

Maybe intention isn't measured in pounds lost.

Maybe it's measured in promises kept to yourself.

I don't have a success story to wrap up this post with.

I'm still in the middle of it.

I'm still learning.

Still trying.

Still showing up.

But if you're reading this and you've been struggling too, I want you to know you're not alone.

Some of us are carrying extra weight.

Some of us are carrying exhaustion.

Some of us are carrying years of putting ourselves last.

And maybe this season isn't about becoming smaller.

Maybe it's about becoming healthier, stronger, and more intentional with the body that's carried us through so much.

So tell me, have you ever felt like you've tried everything when it comes to weight loss? What's one thing that's helping you stay consistent right now?

I'm still figuring things out, and I'd genuinely love to learn from women who have walked this road before me.

-Mo'