A while ago I wrote the post “Realisation.”  I was in a bad place and felt like it was only going to get worse unless somebody gave me a short sharp kick up the backside.  Along came Thinking Slimmer and their amazing Slimpods.  I started of by curing mychocolate addiction and then moved on to the “Lose a Jeans Size” slimpod.

A few weeks ago I wrote a post introducing you to Thinking Slimmer.  It has been 21 days since I started my Chocoholics Slimpod which claimed it would cure my chocolate addiction.  I will admit I was sceptical.  I ate chocolate like it went out of fashion.  I would go to a shop and spend roughly £5 a time and eat it in a day, even though sometimes it didn’t get close to satisfying the craving.

About 10 days after starting the Slimpod I realised that I hadn’t eaten any chocolate for a couple of days and that I had a bag of M&M’s in my bedroom that had been there for over 24 hours.  It was a bit of a shock so I reached for the M&M’s to calm myself down.  After about 2 mouthfuls I sealed the bag and put them in my drawer.  I have never not finished chocolate but I just didn’t fancy it.  That bag of M&M’s lasted me 5 days.

At around about day 17 my Mum mentioned to me that I had lost a fair bit of weight so I should go and weigh myself.  I stepped hesitantly onto the scales and looked down.  I nearly fell off them!  In 17 days I had lost a whopping 11lb!  After I had Spud the weight I had gained did just fall off but with Spike I had remained the same weight that I was the day after he was born.  I think the sheer amount of calories I was eating through chocolate were counteracting my bodies natural ability to shed baby weight and now that I am not binge eating every night it has started to get rid of the excess weight I was carrying.

I do still eat chocolate.  Yesterday I ate a Yorkie.  But I ate one Yorkie not three and I enjoyed it.

I love my Slimpod and I know that I may need to re-listen to it in the future if I start to slip but for now I am able to go to sleep without headphones in and still not binge on chocolate every day.

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This week I have realised two things.

1. I need to stop baking.
2. I need to start a proper exercise regime.

My new found love for baking has taken it’s toll on my waistline,  the Hubby isn’t a big fan of cakes and Spud will eat half of one every couple of days.  That means that I have had to consume the remainder of the 24 piece batch to prevent them from going stale.  Of course I had to eat them because there was no way I was throwing my masterpieces in the bin! I put on some jeans the other day which two weeks ago had some space in.  They were a little snug.  I can also see in the mirror that I have gained weight and I have taken to looking away rather than facing the problem head on.  To look at, I am not what most people would define as over weight.  However these people don’t see me naked and it’s amazing what you can hide with the right clothes.  I am also very tall so carry weight well and look slimmer than I really am. I used to look like this:         Now I look like this (it has taken a lot for me to post this photo!):         I didn’t really lose my baby weight after I had Spud, I was back into pre-pregnancy jeans when he was 5 days old so I think in my head decided that I didn’t need to make an effort and that it would all fall off or I’d tackle it when i was running around after a toddler.  The next thing I know he’s over a year old and I still have ‘problem’ areas.  I was literally signing my name on the sheet of paper for exercise classes when I found out I was pregnant with Spike.  My pregnancy with him involved food and lots of it.  I gained over 3 stone with him due to the fact that i spent 7 months constantly stuffing my face. I am a self confessed queen of lazy.  I’d rather sit on my arse watching rubbish TV, eating than jump around in front of the Xbox especially after a whole day of looking after the boys.  I did start Zumba about 3 months ago but recently I’ve fallen into the “I really can’t be bothered” trap.  I know that something needs to be done, I am unhappy and I am ashamed of my body, it’s given me two children but I know it can look better than it does.  I shy away when I’m getting undressed and blush if the hubby so much as looks at my tummy.  I daren’t step on the scales and I am dreading seeing my mum as she isn’t one to hide the truth to spare my feelings. Today was a bit of a smack in the face when I got the double pram out for the first time in about a month and attempted to push a 30lb toddler and a 20lb baby up hill.  I struggled like mad and was actually embarrassed when I had to stop and have a break.  I know that exercise will not only help me to look better but that it will help me to feel better as well.  However I now just need to find some proper motivation!