The
thing is, I thought I might have been able to get into at least one pair of
trousers that I wore pre-pregnancy by now just through the power of positive
thinking.
But alas,
no.
Actually
that’s not entirely true.
I have
a pair of denim cut-off jeans circa 1993 that I can just about squeeze into, which
are so awful even the Goss twins would think twice about wearing them. They’re
so low-slung that I only need to bend over very slightly and I have a total
builder’s behind.
Not
ideal, but at least they’re not maternity jeans.
I feel
a little like I’ve been holding my breath, waiting for this miraculous body transformation
to just happen. And then I can start wearing all the titchy clothes I bid for on
e-bay in the middle of the night while feeding my son.
Part of
the problem is that I know that you burn off more calories when breastfeeding,
but I can’t remember how many, so I’ve just rounded it up to the nearest
thousand.
I think
I got into bad eating habits during pregnancy, because a part of me thought ‘I’ve
spent the majority of my adult life being conscious of what I’m eating, developing
a slightly unhealthy relationship with food- so here was the chance to have
nine months of eating whatever I want, bar a few soft cheeses.’
And I
rose to the challenge with the enthusiasm of a two-year-old girl watching Frozen
for the hundredth time.
Sadly
those bi-hourly Twirls I inhaled for the best part of forty weeks are a bit
tougher to shift at the other end.
It’s
normally during the 2am feed that I have a moment of inspiration and start Googling
mother-and-baby aerobic classes. There have been mornings when I have had at
least three emails from personal trainers responding to my enquiries.
But
then there’s always a reason to talk myself out of it. The weather’s been
totally Biblical recently, so there’s no way I’m traipsing off to the park with
a buggy to do plunges in a tropical storm.
And then
there’s the Monday excuse. There’s no point in starting anything until Monday. Diets.
Exercise. Financial planning. Anything, really.
So it
only takes one mid-week rogue ginger biscuit and I think, ‘Right, that’s this
week’s healthy living out the window. But next Monday, I’m going to totally
nail it.’
With all
that it mind, I’ve recently turned my e-bay attention to fitness videos. I figured,
if I can’t make it the 100 yards to the local park to join an exercise class,
then I should attempt to do it in the front room instead.
I
currently have two DVDs, and another coming soon in the post. The 30 Day Shred
looks so terrifying I haven’t even taken the cellophane off yet.
I’ve
also downloaded a range of apps that suggest different routines and ask you to
submit your daily calorie intake and weekly weight.
I’ve done
this religiously. Logging all the runs I planned to go on, but didn’t, and imaginary
carb-free dinners I would have cooked if I’d had the time.
In a
virtual fitness world, I’m totally on fire at the moment.
In fact
according to My Fitness Pal I’ve lost 10 % of my body weight in the last two
weeks.
I just
need to transfer some of this into real life, but for the moment, well done to
the virtual me!
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