That’s how I feel. Inside my skinny (so-tight-I-can’t-bend) jeans.
Months of Winter and tasty treats have taken their toll on my physique. It is currently a sad squidgy place. My favourite pair of jeans are taking strain, I’m worried if I keep wearing them they are going to tear since the knees came pre-ripped. I’m not loving my baggy jeans (aka “fat pants”). My style cannot suffer for such a pathetic reason.
There’s only one thing for it.
Diet and exercise.
Exercise I can do (when and if my child actually chooses to nap some time in the day. Maybe. Nothing’s definite with her. So that’s probably a “no”). Diet, I’m not the best at. Think of a dog. Put a piece of ham on the dog’s nose and tell them not to eat it. We all know the outcome of that. That’s my level of willpower. It’s almost a foreign thought it’s so ridiculous. I’m a food lover and I enjoy cooking. Dieting gets in the way of this, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
This wasn’t a problem pre-baby because I used to live at the gym with all that amazing time on my hands. Now I barely have time to brush my hair (and sometimes even forget. Horrific). Anyway, I never used to diet, I just used to gym myself to death. It worked perfectly. Oh how I wish I could take that approach now.
So, for the sake of skinny jeans and all the power they hold, I will do this.
Oh please let me have some willpower for once.
Illustration by me.