Baby boy recently turned 9 months old. It struck me that he’d been on the outside as long as he was on the inside, which made me realise that’s definitely long enough for me to stop making excuses about this baby weight I’m still carrying. If it took 9 months to put it on, then by now I should be making more of an effort to shift it back off.
Oh, I have excuses. Plenty of them. They’re quite reasonable, too. On the surface, at least.
The biggest one is that I have no time. No time to exercise, no time to cook super healthy every day. I’m a new mum, one of the stay-at-home variety, so I’m looking after a crawling baby who is into EVERYTHING 24/7 and in the short periods when he actually sleeps, I’m desperately running around doing the cleaning, washing, housework, etc.
The truth is, though:
- If I was more organised about my time, I’m pretty sure I could fit some exercise in there;
- If I went to bed a bit earlier instead of relishing a few hours alone after baby and husband are asleep, then I’d be less tired the next day;
- If I spent less time noodling around pointlessly on the internet, I’d have more time to cook healthy instead of reaching for pasta sauce or bread or a take away menu; and
- If I stopped living in the same three outfits because I’ve accepted that most of my wardrobe doesn’t fit, and instead started considering how I look (who has time to look in the mirror these days?!), I might feel better about myself generally instead of deciding I’m not worth the effort.
Last night, at around 11pm when I should have been fast asleep, I signed up online for Michelle Bridges 12 Week Body Transformation (12WBT). God help me, I’m not usually a ‘joiner’ when it comes to these things, but I’ve realised that without some form of butt-kicking I’m just not going to do this.
I’ve lost count of the number of times in the past few months where I’ve said to myself, ‘Right, today’s the day. Must stop eating rubbish and do some exercise. I CAN DO THIS!’ and then by 10am I’ve eaten breakfast, plus a chocolate bar and then the remains of whatever else contains a shitload of sugar in the pantry.
So Michelle, I’m relying on you. Butt-kicking and all.
Oh, I should mention an additional incentive. I have a major high school reunion coming up in three months. I’m pretty sure I’m vain enough to stay home if my arse is still the size of Saturn, so that’s something nice for me to keep in mind.
Anyone else out there signed up for this round of 12WBT? Any and all support is welcome, folks 
