The eternal struggle
Baba 2 is 14 months old now and I STILL haven’t managed to get into an exercise routine. The best I’ve managed is 2 or 3 times a week for 3 weeks I think. I just can’t bear to do it. If I do ever have half an hour to myself all I want to do is curl up on the sofa with a mountain of toast and watch some brainless tele, or faff about on the internet. Ahhh, heaven 🙂
But here’s the thing folks, I am starting to get a bit down about my still quite prominent tummy bump and general flabbiness. It would be good to walk down the street without straining something, or pick up my children without fear of a hernia.
So I thought that if I write about it here, then that is an extra incentive to ACTUALLY DO IT this time (fitness regime attempt #57). Continue reading “Postnatal exercise diary – introduction”