Less Cake. Moi?
— Absolutely Prabulous (@AbPrabulous) March 14, 2017
You see it’s no secret that I am a bit of a cake fiend. Love the stuff. I am one of those people that finds great comfort in face-planting a cake in any hour / moment of need. Thing is I also find that cake is quite good for celebrating the less needy of moments too. You can see where this is going can’t you? As apparently can my nan! I had a special book made of some of my
soppier and generally less poo themed rhymes for her for Christmas, and included this picture:
Her first comment upon receiving the book was “Is that a picture of your friend?” To which I replied “No Nan. It’s me.” She studied the photo for a moment before adding “Well it looks nothing like you. She’s thin.” Which is of course exactly the kind of comment that you want to hear after you have just finished inhaling your Christmas lunch but before you’ve been able do justice to the Christmas pud!
This Hasn’t Been The First Comment Of This Nature.
I wore a new fitted, stretchy top thingy for work a couple of months ago, and was met by our office’s lovely cleaner, who beamed at me, made a *bump* gesture with her hand and said “New Baby?” “Nope. Just pie.” I shrugged and sloped off, vowing to never wear the stupid stretchy top ever again. I mean seriously!? A woman would have to have a small human climbing out of her hoo-haa in front of my very eyes before I would be so bold as to assume that she was pregnant? Pfft.
Anyway. These loving remarks have not gone unchecked in this little rhymer’s baby-wiped brain, and so I have decided that it is time to get my ass moving and stop putting quite so much cake into my face.
No Fads. No Regimes.
I’ve tried them. All of them. Charlie at Mess & Merlot is sharing a fantastic series about positive body image and I was lucky enough to take part. It took a bit of soul searching but I aired my thoughts on body image and reflected on how mine has changed so much since becoming a mum. I don’t need to do anything drastic. I’m still teetering within the healthy range on the BMI scale. I just know that for me, it’s time to be a bit more mindful. Body image is a personal thing, and we each know for ourselves what feels right. I just know that my
many pairs of jeggings clothes are starting to feel the strain, and I don’t have the energy that I should. I’m starting to feel sluggish, and I know I need to get a wriggle on.
BritMums Live #BML17 is happening on the 30th September, and myself and my fellow Yorkshire buddy Gems of Colleys Wobbles will be winging our way to ‘That London’ for the big event. By this time I want to be feeling happy and comfortable in myself. I could probably do to lose about a stone, but not by any extreme measures or radical quick fixes. Just by making some subtle changes to my day to day mummy shenanigans.
Less Cake. More Moving of the Ass.
If you’re looking for health and fitness or weight-loss advice, or the newest fandangledest cure for the wobbly bits, you’re unlikely to find it in this series. This will just be my way to track the small changes and keep myself focused. Anyway, I’m actually rather fond of my wobbles. They’re part of me and my story. I’m just not so keen on each of them inviting their mates around to set up camp. The wobbles are taking over. My plan is simple – move more and take a bit more ownership of what I’m eating.
A Mummy Adventure – Of The Not Very Epic Variety.
Like many of my lovely readers I’m a mum. For me, this equates to having less than zero time for indulging in lengthy workout regimes, special shopping efforts, or cooking many things ending in ‘oia’. I also have absolutely no inclination to throw many pounds at bits of “must have” equipment and magic beans. Instead I shall simply be putting a few less half eaten toast crusts and pilfered Jammie Dodgers into my pie-hole. I’ll be indulging in more impromptu dance parties in the kitchen with the tots, and walking to feed the ducks a bit more frequently.
I do however intend to try out a free ‘couch to 5k‘ app as inspired by a number of gorgeous fellow bloggers who have taken up the gauntlet recently. I’m very good at the couch bit, but I can honestly say that I haven’t run anywhere since around 1996. I’ll be back to tell you more about my first ever attempts in my next post. I’m fairly sure there will be a lot of huffing and puffing and looking like an angry beetroot involved, so that should be something to look forward to!?
In the meantime…
Are any of you on a similar mission? Are you with me as I poke my wobbly bits and sigh? Does the idea of queuing up to get weighed in a dusty school hall make your eye start to twitch? Well how do you fancy joining me and making our own little support group? We could be each other’s spotters! Leave me a comment maybe? (Oh go on, please do, otherwise I’ll look like a proper Billy No-Cakes!)
Wish me luck and I’ll be back next week with my first update!