My body: discuss. Sigh… Pre pregnancy I used to moan at myself and long-suffering Richmond Daddy that being a size 12 was not where I wanted to be in life. I was still living with the memory of my super-skinny could eat anything I want and not put on weight self that I was in my teenage years. Given I’m now in my mid 30s I clearly needed to wise up. What I wanted were lithe, toned arms like Jennifer Aniston, a firm butt like Kylie, a toned tummy a la Cheryl Cole and what did I do about it? – nothing but sit on my a**e eating cupcakes and wishing that exercise and a sensible diet weren’t the primary requirements of an A-list bod. But, by and large, I kind of got away with it.
Well, now I realise I never had it so good.
This week I have been undertaking the tedious task of packing away my maternity clothes (particularly glad to see the back of non-underwired bras, Gok would not approve of what they do to your bangers), which are by and large too big for me now, and unpacking and reinstating my pre-pregnancy clothes; which are frankly miniscule despite the size 12/M label and god knows how I’ll ever fit into them again!?!
I appreciate that I am only 10 weeks post birth, but patience is not one of my virtues. Okay so I had an excuse for the first 6-weeks having had a c-section and all that, but now, I know, deep down, that if I didn’t keep “treating” myself to hob nobs and catching up on all the wine drinking I missed out on over the past 9-months, I might now be in better shape all-together. Sigh.
In my head I think I’m doing okay. Then I see photographic evidence to the contrary. More sighs. And then I look at pre pregnancy photos, which once I would have despaired at, now I look at with longing in the hope I might one day be vaguely that size again. Actually I’d like to be smaller than that size but let’s be realistic here…
So, positive action is needed. Exercise is a must. And so is going cold turkey on hob nobs. I have a wedding to attend on the 4 June and I at least want to have lost a few pounds by then (if not least to counteract the pounds the camera puts on). So this week am going to kick-start phase one of a new me fitness regime that will involve lots of buggy-pushing long walks around Richmond (not stopping frequently to peruse and purchase cute baby clothes in the shops); am going to start doing Power Plate classes again; and am also going to sign up for a mother and baby yoga course. That’ll do for now… maybe giving up hob nobs can be phase two….