Astrid is almost 5 months old, and I’m not planning to have anymore babies. The time has come. I need to start looking after myself.
All of my life I have believed I am fat. Apart from the summer of 2013. In a relationship that had been over for a long time really, and feeling desperately unhappy, I hit the gym. I ran too. I exercised every single day and I ate a balanced diet avoiding junk food. I wasn’t the slimmest I’d ever been, but I was the healthiest. I was toned, full of energy, and I felt good.
Despite the unhappy relationship, I was filled with confidence. I went to Barcelona and wore a tiny bikini for the first time ever. I wore short shorts and slinky dresses.
I had a lot of migraines that summer, and then a seizure, and a CT scan, and suddenly I realised life had to change. I finally left.
Soon after, I met Trevor and got pregnant.
Now it’s 2016, and I’m about 3 stone heavier, sleep deprived, and I can’t walk up the stairs without getting out of breath.
Ideally, I’d like to get back into the jeans I was wearing in 2013. I’d also quite like to replicate that healthy confident feeling!
Today is the start.
There won’t be any obsessing over calories or excessive weighing of foods. Just healthier meals, and a lot less junk. Combined with exercise whenever I can. It’s not easy while looking after a baby and a toddler!
I’ll hopefully manage a little update on how I’m getting on every week.
Wish me luck!