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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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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…