So my gorgeous girls have just turned 9 months old. To my shame I’m actually bigger now than when I left hospital, mainly due to surviving on chocolate & coffee just to get through the last 9 months 😬
It’s my 40th birthday later this year and we’re planning on a lovely extended family holiday to Cornwall to celebrate.
I’m 5ft 1 and currently weigh 13 stone. I’m still pretty much living in my maternity leggings as they are comfortable and practical but my goodness I look absolutely terrible.
Just cooked “dirty rice” from my pinch of nom book and thought it was pretty good.
I have a dog so we get out for a long walk each day, I’m definitely active enough but it’s just the sheer amount of crap I shove in my fat mouth everyday just to keep me going.
Anyone want to join me in parting with their beloved comfort clothes and actually wear something that half resembles a stylish outfit 😂😂