How was your Mother’s Day yesterday? Mine was so nice. I slept in till 10.30am. My husband made me bacon, eggs and mushrooms for breakfast. We picked up the kids and had lunch with my mother in law. I took my eldest two children and my own Mama to see the new Alice through the Looking Glass movie (can’t tell you anything about it yet), and then home to dinner and family time. The kids wrote me sweet wee notes and my big girl had made me a gorgeous felt heart necklace at Brownies and then I was handed my from-the-family gift. I opened my eyes to see a beautiful Zara giftbag. I opened the bag to reveal the most beautiful butter soft black leather jacket. I couldn’t believe my eyes. And then I tried it on….
It doesn’t fit!
One of my best friends manages a Zara store in Sydney and arranged this purchase for my husband on his last trip over. She said the small is quite large on her so I’d definitely need the small not medium. Waaah waaaah waaaaaaaaaaah.
While I was super grateful for my present, I spent the rest of my evening feeling pretty shit. Although I’m only about five kilos heavier than I was before I had kids I am finding it so, so hard to shift. I say that, but if you asked my husband he’d tell you that I’m not really trying. And I’m not. I try, for a bit, and then I don’t. I’m not really trying. I can’t seem to try hard enough.
It doesn’t help that I love to make food, and eat food. It doesn’t help that I am lazy by nature and would rather sleep in than bust my ass to the gym. It doesn’t help that I hurt my elbow and any exercise seemed impossible while it healed. It doesn’t help that I have a sweet tooth. It doesn’t help that I just keep finding excuses. It also doesn’t help that often when I look in the mirror I pretty much like what I see. I tell myself that it’s just my mid-section that needs work (because everything else is pretty much in proportion), but the reality is that there has occurred an even spread, weight distribution has occurred evenly, but occurred nevertheless and as a result there are now too many items of clothing that are too snug. There are jeans that don’t fit like they used to and there are jackets and shirts that are just a little too tight across my back. Plus I now have boobies where I never did before, adding to the mass.
How can a food blogger eat just brown rice and broccoli? How can I get results fast? I want to sneeze and be 5 kilos lighter, but alas it doesn’t work that way. Part of me feels like I can’t do this, but a bigger part of me knows I need to. I need to stop making excuses. I need to get back on track. Dark mornings shouldn’t excuse me from pounding the pavement.
I thought Weight Watchers would give me a magic formula and some switch would be flipped where I didn’t want to eat another slice of that incredible ginger loaf. I need to put some discipline back into my life and I need to stop making excuses.
If you’ve been in my shoes and have the Monday Morning Blues (and let’s face it, many of us have) … what was your secret to success? How did you break the cycle? I feel like the time is now.