I admit it – I’m one of the best excuse givers in the world.
I’ve got one for everything, why I forgot to bring $6 for the Lizard and Snake show at pre-school (again), why I didn’t water the dead-looking plants, and why I still act like I’m eating for two (or three).
Incidentally, I never knew you weren’t supposed to do that until No.2 was well on his way. So with pregnancy No.1 this was what I ate for breakfast, one kiwifruit, half a cup of yoghurt, a cup of cereal. This was followed by two (or was it four?) pieces of cooked, then cooled toast, slathered in real butter and vegemite. I ate this EVERY MORNING!!!
I was told by an old-school midwife to eat heartily, so I did (just another excuse). No wonder people used to do a double take when they saw me during pregnancy.
Anyhow I digress, back to excuses, I’ve got one to suit any occasion – but just recently I’ve started to falter in finding any as to why I’m still overweight (for me – not compared to others).
A year after I gave birth to No.2 I got stuck into eating very healthily, and within six weeks I had trimmed down very easily. And I looked like this!!
This was Big Day Out – Jan 2011 – and I was actually 6 weeks pregnant with No.3 here.
However, since No.3 was born I’ve found every excuse under the sun not to suck it up and get some discipline – and that’s so unlike me.
I’ve spouted many an excuse to friends, family and strangers about how I’m just too busy to find time to exercise and get back into shape.
The truth is I probably could find 30 minutes a day to get active, but I haven’t. Or is it that I haven’t wanted to?
Sure I’ve got excuses, I work some 20 hours a week from home, I have three kids, my husband works six-days-a-week and is away from home for 13 hours at a time but so what??
There are lots of people doing it a lot tougher than me, so I can’t expect violins.
It all comes down to drive, motivation and determination. And that’s one thing I know I have plenty of, well I used to.
Like most working mums, particularly those with three or more children, there just doesn’t seem to be any time to yourself. But if I’m brutally honest, which I can be, it is there.
I just have to find it and make it a priority, because until I do I won’t feel like my old self again.
And this is where I’m at at the moment. I want to feel comfy in my own skin again, instead of constantly sucking in my tummy and feeling self conscious.
The wheels are in motion. Last weekend I visited a friend, she’s crack-me-up funny, has two pre-schoolers, works and has a hubby who is away up to 26 weeks a year for work. She has managed to lose a shitload of weight and looks and feels awesome.
It really made me think about all the excuses I’ve made and how I need to cut the crap.
But like a wise woman once said ”It won’t happen overnight, but it will happen” (credit Rachel Hunter 1990, the original Pantene hair model – for all you non-Kiwis out there!)