Don’t worry. It hasn’t hit us. I am just trying to come up with a sensible plan to keep it as far away from us as possible. And if that means I am going to sit on my 5 extra pounds for a little longer, so it shall be.
Posts Tagged ‘yoga’
Wednesday Weigh-In Vol. 8. Or: The swine flu diet and exercise plan
Filed under: Getting fit, Mummy stuff | Tags: baby, blog to fit, breastfeeding, diet, fitness, health, little L, swine flu, weight, yoga
Wednesday Weigh-In Vol.7. Or: I’m losing it
Filed under: Getting fit, Mummy stuff | Tags: big brother, blog to fit, breastfeeding, diet, fitness, pregnancy, weight, yoga
Another week, another visitor, another BBQ. My beloved brother stayed with us over the weekend. Of course, being the doted hostess, I scrapped my diet plans and feasted along. To be honest, I am not on a diet anyway.
Wednesday Weigh-In Vol. VI. Or: Melting away
Filed under: Getting fit, Mummy stuff | Tags: baby, blog to fit, breastfeeding, diet, fitness, pregnancy, weight, yoga
Haven’t you heard? Thursday is the new Wednesday, yippee! As I forgot to step on the scales yesterday, I am making up for it today with my weekly flabloss post.
And no, I have no idea who was cheeky enough to place a jar of REAL mayonnaise on the table.
Cry-baby’s weepy week
Filed under: London, Mummy stuff | Tags: baby, big M, family, hormones, little L, London, motherhood, mum, parenting, yoga
Finally, I am not only allowed to drive again, I also feel capable of doing so for the first time in 10 weeks. In addition to the constant headache, sleep deprivation gives me the feeling of having a major hangover – without having had the fun of getting insanely wasted the night before. I don’t know if I am actually feeling better, or if I am just getting used to feeling spaced out all the time. What I definitely won’t get used to is being constantly weepy. It’s pathetic, really. There is not a single day where I won’t shed a few tears.
And now the baby sings for us
Filed under: Illustrations, London, Mummy stuff, Pregnancy | Tags: London, pregnancy, yoga
I have never been known as the most esoteric person on this planet. I can hardly remember my star sign, let alone any implications that are supposed to come with it. And although my direct environment might not always come to the same conclusion judging my behaviour, I would like to consider my decisions to be mostly logical, thought through and goal oriented.
London mum and wannabe illustrator. On a mission to find a decent way into motherhood without losing herself. 