With 6 babies all grown and born and birthed, we can say with a fair degree of certainty that I’m not looking quite the (ahem) svelte young thing that I once was. *cough* Well, I’m 1 1/2 stone heavier than I was shortly before I got pregnant with Fran which is perhaps not all that bad but there are definitely pieces of me that sag and bulge in ways I sincerely wish I didn’t. Sadly, I only really like my body when I’m pregnant – I’ll happily where clingy tops over a bump because it is just lovely to experience what it is like for people who don’t go squish when poked in the midriff. I’m never going to get to be like that again though, so it is probably time to clamber out of the maternity clothes UK style that I really should have put away almost 18 months ago (omg… how, just how… is he that old?) and really put some effort into my figure, my health and how I feel about myself. With the girls all off to school and Bene a very definitely active little baby boy but small enough that I can change my diet without him being particularly aware, I’ve decided to take advantage of this unexpected me time and put it to good use.
The truth is I’m not fussed about clothes much. I have one pair of shoes, a handful of feeding tops in the same style as each other, some very old and much loved trousers and a couple of comfy cardigans. I’ve made the most of maternity clothes in the past because… well, they are designed for being round in! Now that pregnancy is over and Bene rarely feeds through the day, I’ve got some goals in mind.
The first thing I’m going to do is alter my diet; I need to bear in mind I’m feeding, but I have plenty of hump for him to live off and I drink plenty of water so I’m going to do four weeks of intensive appetite reducing healthy eating on a plan (feel free to suggest things, I’m dithering). While I do that I’m going to get back to running and be ready for a Race For Life in Cambridge one month from today. It’s going to be hard but (assuming I EVER shake this cough) I think I can be just about fit enough to run most of it. I’ve got a little fitness doodad to try out and I’m going to use that to inspire me to get into a shape that will mean I can buy clothes to suit me, not me plus 6 babies I’m still carrying around on my belly 🙄 I’d so love to kick off my pregnancy free 40’s by knowing I’m fit and well enough to bring this active little boy I’m mumming up properly.
My brother is getting married in December; I so much don’t want to be a blimp in the photos. I want to look at them and know I had fun buying clothes for it and felt good. I promised myself I would be thin for my 40’s and I’ve only got 6 months to do it. Talk about procrastinating… I’m as bad as Amelie. If I can lose 2 1/2 stone I will be the weight I was when I worked at it before I had Fran and that’s all I need to lose to be happy and fairly healthy too. Plus the MADs are coming up in September again and much as I loved my purple dress, I don’t want ot have to buy a size 20 and make Myleen Klass hide my hips ever again 😉
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