Despite that, I still get depressed that I'm an obese cow that deserves to be locked up for fear of people witnessing my jiggly belly.
At first I blamed pregnancy. Then I blamed having a baby. Then I blamed the chocolate biscuits. But if I'm being honest, I only have myself to blame. I'm the one that shovelled in those delicious chocolate biscuits like I'd never taste food again. I'm the one that never exercised after having a baby so my belly never 'bounced back', so to speak. Not that it had anything to bounce back to, I was smaller after-op than I was before I got pregnant..
This is why I have taken it upon myself to do something pro-active. I do go to the gym quite frequently, but as I'm not a member and pay for my classes upfront, I'm spending more in a week than a months membership fee would cost. Of course the obvious answer to that would be to get a membership, but I always forget.. next month, I promise!
Meanwhile, I have taken to the 30 Day Squat Challenge. I was introduced to this by a friend at work who explained to me why she was walking like a decrepit pensioner. After talking to Jayne, my Mother in Law, she showed me where this squat challenge has come from. So far I'm on Day 2. I have also decided to team this up with 50 crunches, then 55 crunches and so forth.
I have also decided to do this twice a day - so long as it doesn't kill me first. First thing in the morning, and then once in the evening.
It's going well so far, but then again it is only Day 2. Jayne has also lent me her skipping rope so I can get in some extra exercise on those days when I'm not feeling up to the gym. I may also have to start using that ginormous trampoline at the top of our garden.. there's just no excuse!
I'm not going to big myself up this time, or psyche myself up for having the perfect arse because.. well let's face it. This is me we're talking about. But for now, I'm going to keep at it for as long as I can.
When I get to 200 squats/crunches, I'm sure I won't be so confident!