Project: Baby fat
My husband has just asked me if I need an intervention. This is because I ate five large oatmeal cookies and then moved on to crisps and hummus.
And you know what? He’s right. I probably do need one. I need to stop eating like I’m in the final weeks of pregnancy – “eating for two” as it were – and using my recent excuse, “I need more calories because I’m breastfeeding.” Let’s be honest. I don’t need that many calories.
It’s time to take control of this body that I don’t recognise anymore, especially because I realised the other day that James’ trousers fit me better than my own. That’s not good.
I have 2.5 stone to lose. That’s 35 pounds or 16 kilograms. Gulp. I was so good through most of my pregnancy, but fell to the tempting siren we call ice cream at the end of my third trimester. And then all that weight that’s supposed to fall off because I’m breastfeeding didn’t so much fall off as stay right where it is.
There’s a lot of work to be done here, but today marks the beginning of Project: Baby Fat. This morning, you will find me sweating with Baby in her buggy as I propel my elephantine self around a park with fifteen other mums. This will actually be my second Buggyfit class; during the first one, a smarmy group of teens were making fun of us all by mimicking our lunges and squats. Oh, yeah, smarmy teens? Well, you can talk when you’ve squeezed something the size of a watermelon through something the size of a grapefruit. Little sh*ts.
My promise to you is that I’ll give you weekly updates as to how I’m doing, sort of like Bridget Jones, but without the smoking and the shockingly bad sequel.
In return, I need YOU to be my personal trainer. I’ve never been great at sticking to long-term exercise routines, so I need you to keep me on my path to glory. Send me healthy recipes. Tell me to get my butt out of bed. Whatever. That’s your job (please). And if you want to be my cyber training partner, please do let me know.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an intervention to attend.
Proof that I went to Buggyfit this morning in the pouring rain! I highly recommend wearing two sports bras for any post-natal exercise.