26 Jan The Yo-Yoing Adventures of The Post Natal Body
I’ll not lie. When I was pregnant I got fat.
None of that extra 200 calories a day malarkey for me, I went the whole 2k.
My weight had always averaged around 11 stone but those lines on the stick were like the golden ticket to the Cadbury factory.
First time around I didn’t just get fat.
I got a bad hair cut too.
I cut it all off.
This really drove home the fact to Mr D that this is where it ends.
No more trophy girlfriend. I felt mumsy so I became mumsy. I looked like wee Jimmy Krankie with a weight problem.
When Niamh was born and my marshmallow pelvis finally began to toughen up and the mental and physical scars of a traumatic birth began to heal I started to exercise again.
I will state for the record that in my experience exercise is the best anti-depressant there is. It’s not the answer for everyone but I’ve always loved that hour in the gym, clearing my head and watching the soaps on the posh exercise bikes.
Over the next 3 years I lost over 3 stone and became slimmer than my pre – pregnancy days. I discovered clean eating (my drinking was still a tad dirty back in the day) and it revolutionised my way of cooking and eating. It was a lifestyle epiphany!
I ate rice pudding in such vast quantities that eventually I had to switch to smart price, like the hardened alcoholic reduced to stocking up on Lidl’s own cider.
I’m ashamed to say that I ate all 5 of Niamh’s easter eggs last year. (I left her the sweets inside. I’m not a monster).
“It’s water retention” I would tell people, knowing full well that it was actually Soreen retention.
I did try more with my appearance and treated myself to a weekly blowdry and painted my toe nails for as long as was possible.
I didn’t want to lose myself again.
I found it really hard coming back from it the last time.
Fast forward to now and I’m slim again. Hurrah! 9 months of stress and worry (that’s one for another blog) breastfeeding and general mum activities and I’m no longer looking like a post-midnight Princess Fiona.
As we mums know though, the yo-yo diet comes at a cost and when naked I’m looking not unlike a melted candle.
My skin feels like a kingsize sheet draped loosely over a chair.
To combat this Mr D and I started personal training sessions as a little treat/punishment to ourselves.
We get beasted for an hour in front of a gym full of people but it gives us a focus and a common interest that isn’t the children, a Netflix series or alcohol.
I think I’m starting to see some results too so stay tuned for a before and after post once I’ve hit my target/found an awesome filter/found the perfectly lit bathroom….whichever comes first.