I eat reasonably healthily (skim milk, lots of fibre, low fat stuff, wholewheat bread, reasonable amount of fruit/veb, don't often have cakes, biscuits, sweets, choc).
However, I eat rather large portions. Not ludicrous but certainly more than I probably should. I also drink too much wine which is calorie heavy.
I don't exercise much - unless you count carting kids up and down stairs a hundred times a day - but have always been reasonably fit (ish).
I've been a size 12 for as long as I can remember except for two brief stints as a 14 after both kiddies were born.
Somehow up until two thousand and sodding eight, I have managed to live ok like this. But when this new year rolled in, it's like my body decided to say, yuh seriously hunny, you need to go on a diet. Without changing anything I've done in the past, I am now packing on the pounds. None of my clothes fit. I used to need to wear a belt to keep my trousers up. Now the belt doesn't fit!
I'm not pregnant. But I am about to turn 35. Is this some kind of evil mid thirties body curse that happens? I don't want to go on a diet. I don't want to give up wine. Am happy to exercise more if only I got the time. Why is life so cruel? (reaches for more wine)