It’s time for me to face facts – I can’t call it ‘baby weight’ when Jack is nearly two!

I’m very aware of the fact that my body is very different now, when Shane and I first met I was only 16 and still dancing to stay in shape. I was a petite size 6-8 and didn’t really have to worry about what I ate. Fast forward 11 years later and it’s a whole other ball game! I went through the standard contraceptive pill weight gain (although it did give me boobs so I can’t really complain too much), and since then I’ve yo-yo’d between a size 8-12.

Straight after having Jack I was a firm size 12, something that didn’t bother me too much, I had just grown and birthed a child after all! I’m not saying that my shape is something that I should be ashamed of or HAS to change, but when you’re used to being a certain size it’s a bit odd when it changes, plus I’m just a bit fed up of everything wobbling when I run up the stairs.

Facebook Memories is a harsh reminder of the body I once had, a few weeks ago some pictures popped up of Shane and I from our first holiday, and quite frankly I wanted to throw my phone against a wall. I mean, it was nine years ago, of course I’m not going to have the same figure as my 18-year-old self, but right now I’d kill for those skinny arms!

So, I’ve decided that it’s time to take action! I’ve joined Weight Watchers, I’m just tracking my food on the app and so far, it’s going well – I can’t face the dreaded weigh-in in front of total strangers just yet! Next step is joining a gym…urgh. It’s not that I hate the gym – well that’s a lie, I bloody hate it – I just always feel like the most unfit person in the building.

I’m not going to have a six-pack any time soon, but if everything shrinks a bit then I’ll be happy! Plus it means I’ll be able to get an hour of me time a couple of nights a week down the gym, something that’s unheard of these days! Wish me luck, I think I’m going to need it!