I am glad someone posted this thread because I have been struggling with this since the day [name_u]Desi[/name_u] was born.
I really identify with tararyaz here.  I was always fit, and I worked hard to keep my weight steady.  I am 5’2", and I had never really been over 118lbs.  [name_m]Prior[/name_m] to pregnancy, I ran, surfed, did yoga, swam, did boot camps, etc.  Not only did I work out regularly, but I was very, very conscious of everything I put into my mouth.  When I got pregnant, I tried to stay fit by walking 45-60 mins everyday and doing yoga regularly.  The rest of my activities stopped.  The biggest change, though, was diet.  For the first time in my life, I didn’t punish myself for what I ate.  I just let myself eat what I wanted.  I don’t think I over ate, I just ate what my body asked for.  By the end of my pregnancy, I gained between 40-45 lbs.  I gave birth to a healthy 8 lb, 11 oz baby, and my doula told me that I had one of the biggest, healthiest placentas she had ever encapsulated (a HUGE source of pride for me!).
However, I really only lost about 10-11 lbs following [name_u]Desi[/name_u]'s birth.  I was shocked!  And, I didn’t lose anything else those first 8-10 weeks post partum when I was on restricted activity because of my Cesarean.  Starting around week 10, I began to work out rather obsessively for about 12 weeks.  I lost about 1 lb per week, which was great, but still has me about 17 lbs over my pre-pregnancy weight.  The last time I weighed myself, I was 135 lbs, and this was before the holidays.  I haven’t exercised since because I was really starting to feel depleted by the intense workouts 5-6x each week.
[name_m]Desmond[/name_m] is 6 months old exactly today.  I have resolved myself to this body for awhile longer.  I think I have one of those constitutions that holds onto weight while I am still lactating.  I now eat very well again- whole foods, no junk, minimally processed foods, and we go on regular, daily walks.  It’s the most I can do at the moment in my sleep-deprived, semi-comatose state.
I never thought I’d be one of those moms that was still overweight 6 months out, but I am.  It’s uncomfortable, but thankfully I am so busy being a mom to a baby, I have hardly anytime to beat myself up too much.  It helps to know other moms go through this, too, and I keep hoping that when I wean, the weight will finally fall away.  Here’s hoping, anyway!