This week I have developed my very own rubber ring. Its wobbly, squidgy, unsightly and frankly like nothing else I’ve ever seen in my whole life. So much for my dreams of being a yummy mummy, my mind is taking me one place, my belly has other ideas.
Back to the 100 sit-ups, and three mile runs a day I used to do then! BUT HOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIT IN ANOTHER THING INTO MY DAY WHEN I BARELY HAVE TIME TO SLEEP. I’ve tried the jogging pram, its far too much stress as you don’t have time to anticipate dog poo or cracked paving slabs. I’ve tried cutting down on the chocolate but I might murder the kids if I don’t have it. Last week, I read somewhere that a lack of sleep can lead to weight gain. I think this is my problem. There is no other logical conclusion; thin mummy’s have hired help.