This week I have realised two things.
- I need to stop baking.
- 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