I’ve decided that it’s time to give the pregnancy weight the heave ho. It’s either that or I’ll need to break out my 34 week pregnant with twins clothes again in a year because of my biscuit/chocolate/pretzel/peanut butter baby.
I have two aids:
1) A newspaper is following me over 10 weeks and if I don’t lose any weight I’ll look like a prize, fat, melon
2) I’ve bought some ‘Lean Greens’ which, I’m told, will make me super healthy and not crave junk food. With a name like that I also hope that they’ll give me muscles like Popeye.
I went for my ‘before’ (aka fat) shots for the newspaper yesterday. I came home still made up from the shoot and mummy exclaimed, “Wow, you look healthy and vibrant.” There’s a backhanded compliment if ever there was one. Having uncovered my face using baby wipes I’m back to looking malnourished and exhausted.
Unfortunately the ‘Lean Greens’ haven’t arrived yet so I was powerless to resist the triple chocolate chip cookies that I wolfed down after my chocolaty breakfast cereal this morning. You should expect to see me in the National Press in around 11 weeks featuring in an article on how not to diet.