I swear nothing is as bad as fighting a post-baby body (yeah, okay, I know – world famine, flooding, rare and untreatable illnesses – but just humour me for a moment.) I hate dieting – just hate it. I get so much pleasure from food. I love everything about it – shopping for food, cooking food, and of course eating it! Then comes the alcohol consumption. I know there is no way I will be slim and gorgeous if I keep drinking beer and consuming a couple of good sized glasses of wine in the evening.
So I am trying to diet, but bugger-all is happening. Every time I step on the much hated scales I just want to open the fridge and eat everything inside it. It sucks. I know I am going to have to start running (which I also hate), but as I don’t have either the time or the money for a gym membership, it is my only option.
Of course I love my daughter more than anything and I would never swap one of my children for my pre-baby body, but it would still be nice to have the pert body of an eighteen year-old Swedish girl (not that I ever had that to start with!). My husband drives me insane by complaining that he has put on a few pounds, and I have to do everything in my power to stop myself from grabbing him and screaming in his face like a maniac, ‘You think you’ve got problems! Try growing another person and then get back to me!’
In the future, when I can afford it, I will be calling in the surgeons (probably will even have them on speed-dial), but until that time comes I am either going to have to suck it up (literally) and stick with the diet, or else accept I am going to be a good stone over-weight, eat and drink what I like, and embrace the baby-belly.
So today I am sending much love out there to all the other women battle body issues (and I am sure there are many). We will probably never be happy with our bodies and will spend the rest of our lives fighting them!