The Diet Starts Monday
So today I finally got back to exercise after having my baby. It's 8 weeks on and I've finally ditched those "I will start Monday" thoughts. Also now that the excuse of not exercising until my 6 weeks post baby check up has well and truly passed.....I must sort myself out.
I've never really been one for exercise but prior to having Jacob I gave Zumba and walking a go. I love dancing so I found the Zumba really enjoyable. A chance to shake my hips! The walking was excellent for my peace of mind. It got me out of the house and either gave me the chance to have a gossip with my bestie or listen to some music and get lost in my own thoughts. Most of all it gave Phil and Mikey a break from me.
"malted milks.....digestives......CUSTARD CREAMS"
I have already been for a long walk with my husband since having Jacob and well that nearly killed us. We ended up going into the local shop on the way home consuming well honestly, many more calories than we had even burnt. so overall it wasn't very successful but we gave it a go.
Luckily I have two forms of motivation now. Number 1...a fellow mummy friend who has recently had a baby. I am a few weeks on from her so if she's now ready to get active it's making me feel bad so it's given me a kick up the bum. I mean it's OK to not like your post baby body much but it's not OK to say you don't like it and continue eating all the biscuits and chocolate you can get your hands on.
It all started on that magical day, a day I will never forget. The day I held the most precious thing in my arms. McVities Hobnobs. The day I went in to be induced I had a pack of hobnobs. Not chocolate ones just original. I had never been that fussed by them but WAW! they got me through those horrendous days in the run up to labour. They got me through the days after and oh well pretty much the last 8 weeks. Ok ok, not just hobnobs, malted milks.....digestives......CUSTARD CREAMS! sorry I need to calm down. They are just all so good.
Anyway, I digress. Motivation number 2? A dress. So before
I fell pregnant I had lost a fair bit of weight and was excited at​​ the new dress sizes I could fit into. One day I stumbled upon a Monsoon sale and found a gorgeous dress with an even more delightful price tag. I managed to squeeze myself into it. I couldn't sit down but felt with my new found exercise regime it soon would. Then fast forward a few months and I fall pregnant and well it all went down hill.
It's fine though because my sister is getting married and I need an outfit so that little beauty in the back of my wardrobe IS! going to be my outfit. So I need to get back on it and focus on the target.
Today I completed my Zumba DVD for the first time. Recently a friend suggested I go to some classes with her. I quickly said, "well let me get back into it a bit at home first!". Throughout I thought it I felt like my life was flashing before my eyes and I could see that light at the end of the tunnel. In my head, I kept thinking "just imagine you are at a carnival". It surprisingly worked and made me work even harder and boy did I shake my hips. Nearly did myself a mischief mind you. However, I did it and I feel much better for it.
I overcame Michael sticking his hand between my thighs because he liked me trapping him and him telling me I was doing it wrong. I danced around those Lego pieces like a pro and refrained from finishing Mikey's lunch for him mid workout. Jacob watched and well just watching must have been tiring because he fell asleep.
It was going all so well until I had friends over and we enjoyed dinner with a side of spring rolls and chicken balls. Then if that wasn't bad enough a millionaire cheesecake. I have no will power currently. In my mind, I've given up after the first day because I know this week I will be drinking copious amounts of Champagne at the races. What a let down I am. So OK, well maybe I haven't given up saying the diet starts Monday because actually, I will start again Monday.
However, Next, it's back to going for walks. I don't think I will go for a 6-mile walk just yet. Easy people, Rome wasn't built in a day. Less than 9 months to get this done. Phil doesn't know it yet but his diet starts Monday. No more biscuits for a Mum in a Mann's world. (Maybe just one here and there!)
