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Yesterday I finally got my sorry (bigger than I’d like it to be) arse into gear and chugged up the road to a Slimming World meeting.
I’d been thinking about doing this for a loooong time. Pretty much 6 months actually. In fact ever since my delightful, delicious, down right amazing baby boy popped into the world (accidentally in the spare room if you want details!).
When I had my daughter (4 years ago) I had a crazily controlled mind set. This was the start of my family and I was going to be SUPER MUM. No booze, no biscuits, no bigger portions for me. And I stuck to it. Give that Mum 100 brownie points.
This time round I felt differently. I knew this pregnancy would be my last and I decided to make the most of it. I ate “well”. Heartily, some would say. Healthily I claimed. Needless to say, I “bloomed”.
Someone had once said to me that being pregnant was the only time in her life she felt able to eat what she liked. And that she loved it – it made her feel liberated. This little ear worm had stuck in my head. And so I decided to adopt this approach for baby number 2.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t booze. And I didn’t do anything technically unhealthy. I just didn’t hold back. Yes, I felt liberated. But also a little bit out of control.
And so, here I am, a year and a half later, paying the price.
I have spent the last 6 months um-ing and ah-ing about whether or not to join Slimming World. I have friends and friends of friends who swear by it and have lost LOTS of weight.
If they can do it, I can do it to.
Watch this space…
Amount to lose: 28lbs
Amount lost: 0lbs