I love food and wine and hate the gym. And I’m lucky to be loved and adored by my awesome husband regardless.
However, before our wedding in February 2009, I watched my diet and made use of my gym membership. For the 6 weeks before the big day, I hit the gym about 5 times a week (and remember, this was in cold, dark, miserable January), cut carbs (as in totally – delicious bread, hearty potatoes, the works), ignored sweet treats and even went teetotal. It was worth it. I felt great in my wedding dress and I like (most of) the pictures.
During those hellish six weeks I kept telling my future hubby – jokingly – how I was going to let myself go. I knew I wouldn’t – I’ve worked so hard! Ha. How wrong I was.
In the blissful days of being a newlywed, somehow the gym never saw me. As in, ever again. I didn’t even go in to cancel my membership when I finally decided to do so 6 months later. I loved cooking great meals for my new hubby and just revel in being a wife.
When I realised things had gotten out of control, I was pregnant and advised not to suddenly start exercising and so on. My body was no longer mine.
I loved being pregnant and indulged big time (you know, for the sake of the baby). Then I was breastfeeding and when I started dieting when Little Prince was about 4 months old, my milk dried up from lack of calories. So I let go of my skinny ambitions (gladly, I must admit).
But now I’m only breastfeeding once a day and the time has come to attempt to get back to my former self. This is not just a vanity/health thing. I always envisioned myself one day being a really active mom, playing with her kids and teaching them to love the outdoors and exercise. However, I’m not that person now. Not to mention the fact that my body has actually changed shape. So something’s gotta give.
This morning I’ve downloaded My Fitness Pal and started tracking what I eat and the exercise I do. My general aim is to lose 15kg by next summer. And by putting this goal into words and publishing it on my blog, I’m making quite a commitment (to myself more than anyone else, as I hate failing at stuff).
So here goes… wish me luck.