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There’s nothing like a wedding diet

Baby weight is ridiculously hard to get shot of. I think half the problem is having such a great excuse to be a little chubby – with a new baby it is expected of you to put on few excess pounds. I envy those who bounce right back. I look at the people that fit straight back into their pre-pregnancy jeans with a jealous eye. However, for the rest of us normal ladies, it can sometimes be a battle. Weight loss can sometimes feel like running uphill – especially when you are actually running uphill in a vain attempt to better your health (and your waistline).

I’ve been doing it right. I haven’t been using the fad diets. I’ve been eating less and moving a lot more; I grace the gym with my presence six days out of seven, have recently invested in an exercise bike* (which is not a clothes horse yet) and have only given in to the odd piece of chocolate. I have recently plateaued on the weight loss front however. I have hit the dreaded wall. Last week, I tried the 5:2 diet for one fast day in an attempt to kick start my metabolism again. I found it too much in the end, and couldn’t bring myself to try another day.

I think I’ve actually been undereating and overexercising of late. This may explain the lack of weight loss. I haven’t been eating back the calories I have been burning. I will start from today.

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The deadline is looming though. I have two months left until my wedding day. I tried on my dress again at the weekend and it is so close now! I have made such progress, it would be a shame to let myself down now. I have also dropped another dress size – two down from when I started this thing. I’m feeling proud and stressed all at the same time.

I’m one anxious bundle of fear and excitement – too tired to carry on going, too rushed to stop.

Are you losing weight for a special occasion or after the birth of a child? Let me know how you are finding it – it’d be nice to know I’m not alone in this!

 

*For anyone who wants to know what one I invested in, it is a York Quest Exercise Bike (£119.99 from Argos). I spent a lot of time wondering which I should get, how much I should spend. For me, this one is perfect. It’s smooth, has enough resistance to push yourself, and looks great. It has pulse sensors in the handles and was really quick and easy to put together. If you’re like me, and don’t know what to go for, this one is a safe bet!

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Valentine’s and my love

My baby is the love of my life, and always will be, but it is nice to have a mummy and daddy date too. We both took a day off work and sent Henry to childcare as normal. I packed him a little treat today though, in the form of an iced gingerbread heart.

We went for lunch – and managed to both have a hot meal! We even went to the cinema to see Disney’s Wreck-It-Ralph. It was brilliant, and we both really enjoyed it. I think that is going to be one for the DVD collection.

And I’m even writing this on my brand new Kindle Fire. I’m a very spoilt lady, and I have safely kept my new toy away from mucky fingers and slobber for at least this evening. It has been a lovely day, and the sun has been shining in an otherwise cold and even snowy February.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone.

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Shifting the Baby Weight

It’s been over 13 months since my little darling was born. I wasn’t too worried about my weight (although not happy about it) after being told that it would just ‘drop off’ while breastfeeding. I breastfed for 8 months, and nothing. I wasn’t exercising like I should, and food was last on my list of priorities, so I can’t really say I’m surprised.

But for the last couple of months, I’ve been exercising regularly (at least 4 hours a week, plus generally being more active) and trying to eat better. I have put Christmas down to nothing more than a hiccup.

There comes a time when you can’t use the excuse of having just had a baby. I’m so jealous of those few women who spring right back to how they were before. There is no better motivation, however, than the horrifying situation when you get mistaken for being pregnant when you aren’t. This happened to me a few months ago now. An older lady in a fitting room of Debenhams came up to me while I was holding Henry and said,

“You’ve got your hands full, haven’t you?” to which I replied, “Yes.” thinking that she was talking about my son.

Then she said, “Do you know what you’re having yet?”.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you know what you’re having yet?”

“I’m not pregnant.”

“Oh, I beg your pardon.”

NEVER assume someone is pregnant, unless they are in Mothercare, with a basketball sized belly and holding up a tiny babygro to their stomach and complaining about heartburn.

It has given me the kick I needed though, even though I went home and ate a whole tub of Ben & Jerry’s and watched Bridget Jones. I have now begun to make a change.

However, despite feeling a improvement in my general well-being, I have experienced only a slight weight loss, which has been completely destroyed by overeating, the seasonal meals, buffets and chocolatey/alcoholic/fattJillian Michaels 30 Day Shredy treats.

So now, it is time to kick start this again. I have less than 6 months left until my wedding day, and at least 2 or 3 stone to shed. Can it be done? Can I really stick to it?

I’ve also started the 30 day shred. That Jillian, she’s a tough cookie isn’t she?

Any tips or advice will be gratefully received!

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At His Grandparents

It’s the first time we’ve had a lay in technically in a very long time. The first since our 10 month old was born, and for me a long time before that since pregnancy heartburn proved impossible to sleep through.

I woke up at half past seven this morning, wanting to get up. The other half is still asleep an hour later, and I’m bored out of my brain wanting to get up and do things. A lay in isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. So I’m going to get up and go clothes shopping – a task made infinitely easier without little man in tow.

I miss him though. I heard him on the phone and it felt like my heart was melting. I can’t wait for a lovely big cuddle and to hear his little giggle.

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Finding Hours

It seems as if it is getting harder to find the time to sit and write. Or do anything really.

I am all too aware of the time that is taken up by the things that have to be done – working, cooking, cleaning – but now there is a new leech on time that often takes over, and I’m not even talking about having children to run around after. It’s technology.

I reap the benefits of blogging, when I can actually find the time, but there are some more pointless and unfortunately very addictive sides to being in the tech generation. One example of this is my oh-so-brilliant smartphone. I loved this when I first got it. I’m sure everyone does, it’s very exciting getting a new gadget to play with. Henry was excited about getting a new chew toy too.

The problem is, with all these apps and unlimited texts and wi-fi is that I struggle to put it down. It gets to the point where I have to go and put it in the other room to stop myself picking up, not through boredom but habit, and mindlessly scrolling through facebook and twitter. It is a lot easier to manage your facebook use when you can only log in on your laptop. The fact that it is always there is haunting me. It is ridiculous when it starts eating into the quality time I am spending with the little man.

It’s more than ridiculous. It’s disgraceful.

I don’t use it more than is necessary now until Henry has gone to bed. I’m only writing this now as the bubs is in bed and I have one of those rare moments to myself. I continue to get shocked by the parents taking their children to the park and just ignoring them while on phones. The toddlers and young children with ipads. What is wrong with a storybook and a cuddle?

I can understand schoolchildren with laptops for homework but I cannot understand a baby with an iphone.

If you want to discuss this further, you can catch me after 7pm, because before that time I will be giving Henry my undivided attention.

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Day by Day

It feels strange now that I’ve gone back to work. I feel like I don’t stop. There isn’t enough time in the day to get everything I need to do done, let alone all the stuff I want to do. I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels this way! Time is precious, and it is passing by so fast.

It’s mid August – 2012! – already. How did that happen? It doesn’t feel like long ago that I was sitting on a brick wall, wrapped up in a knitted scarf, hat and gloves, watching the fireworks as everyone welcomed in the new millenium. And that was well over a decade ago. Now I have a house, a car, a job and the scariest thing of all (but also the most brilliant) I’m a mum to a beautiful little boy.

It doesn’t even feel real. Sometimes I look at him and wonder if the hospital are going to realise their mistake and come searching for him. I look at him and I think – no, I know – that I am the luckiest mother in the world.

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Nanny Cuddles

Henry’s nanny is going to be spending the day with us today.

Henry is going to be thrilled!

He sees a lot of his grandparents, which I am really happy about too. He smiles and giggles when he sees them, and it is so nice that he is going to grow up knowing he is so very loved. And if mummy knows best, then what shall we say of mummy’s mummy?

Because she knows twice as best, if that’s even possible…

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Odd Feelings

You know that strange feeling you get when you wear your watch on the wrong wrist, when you buckle your belt in the opposite direction, or brush your teeth with the other hand? That’s what it’s like to return to work after having a baby. It’s the same work as before, the job hasn’t changed, but everything feels different.

It’s the first taste of my former life, the first since the whirlwind that is Henry came and swept my life away and turned it into something new.

I do love it, but it’s still something I will have to get used to. I know that Henry doesn’t really approve of my employment currently. He would definitely prefer it if I stay by his side constantly to play, feed and clean him. However, he does need to learn to cope without me for a short while, and I know he is going to be just fine.

It won’t be long before he’s saying ‘no, mummy, I want to stay here’ when horrible mummy tries to come and take him away from all the fun he’s having!

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Never Eat Tuna in the Bath

When you begin life as a parent, multi-tasking becomes part of your skill set, naturally.

After baby is all fed, clean, happy and done playing for the day, you only get a short window of time in which to do a weeks worth of chores. Washing and eating are usually last on my list after laundry, cleaning, meal preparation, paying bills and ordering in the groceries.

So it just so happens I decided to combine the washing and the eating to save time and hopefully get to my bed quicker. Now, it did save time but I’m not going to be repeating the process. There is something so wrong about eating tuna and olive pasta in the bath tub. The smells tend to mix into one strange mess of clean smelling fish. And olives taste enough like perfume anyway, before combining with actual perfume. The result is less than satisfying.

Imagine bathing in tuna and eating bubble bath.

And that’s even without the dreaded (but more common than you think!) spillage. Luckily this hasn’t happened to me yet, but I cringe at the thought of trying to tidy that up. And wash that off.

I think I’ll stick to seperating the two from now on.

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My Trainer (Every Girl Needs One)

I went to go and see a personal trainer yesterday evening, as my parents agreed to look after Henry for an hour or so while I nipped down to the gym. She specialises in pre and post-natal fitness, and words cannot describe how great it feels to know that what you are doing is beneficial rather than harmful to your recovery.

I, like a lot of women out there, didn’t have a clue where to start on getting back the tone in my stomach muscles. I also didn’t know what I could and couldn’t do in regards to which exercises I could safely participate in. Apparently, I’ve been doing it all wrong. But better I know now then a few months down the line when I’ve done serious and permanent damage.

It makes me wish that I had kept up doing something like swimming or antenatal exercise classes (such as pregnancy yoga) so I didn’t have to fight so hard now. But finding the energy and the time is rather difficult. Especially if you had every pregnancy symptom under the sun like I did. Being sick, having horrendous heartburn and falling asleep constantly doesn’t really leave you in the best mood to go for a workout.

If there’s one thing I’ve learnt though, it’s that all the images you see in the media are ridiculous. You know the type; the celebrities that have had a baby two weeks previously and are back in the gym, or in a bikini on the beach being idolised for returning to a size zero so quickly. It’s dangerous, damaging, and completely unnatural.

I will get back to how I was, eventually, but it will take time and hard work, and I will just have to make peace with the millions of stretch marks and put up with the jelly tummy for the time being…