I don't even recognise myself in the mirror anymore. I've got a double chin and a triple stomach.
I went clothes shopping the other day. And no, this isn't a story about how I was shocked that I wasn't a size 10.
No. I bought size 16 everything, and size 14G bras. They are all too-big. Not hugely too-big. But just a bit too-big. Like I've given myself room to grow into them. Like somewhere in my sub-conscious I've decided that the next stop is 90kgs +.
I was on twitter earlier today, and this came up in my feed. I think it was one of those serendipitous moments, where the Universe sent me what I needed to see.
I showed it to the kids (Miss 8 and Miss 9) and they spent a very happy half hour setting up a training circuit in the back garden. Then it was my turn. I did 10 push ups!! Didn't know I had it in me. They made me do jumping jacks on the trampoline. I managed 40 and I think I might a peed a little (dear god the pelvic floor is going too). But, today, for the first time in months (okay really years), I moved.
So where to from here?
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