Here we are again… over three years and two stone further on from where I finished in December 2011. At that point I was dieting for my 40th birthday party, having had a crazy year of promotional meetings and dinners, boozy networking functions and just a little too much revelry. Three weeks of frenzied lettuce wielding and I reached just 1lb short of my target; mercifully in time for more revelry at my party night…. Oh how I celebrated!!
Fast forward to March 2015 and my reasons for dieting are altogether different; as is my shape! In my extra three years maturity, I have gained twin babies; along with almost two stone of concrete fat. Having not taken standard maternity leave, my work consequently stepped up a notch, giving me no time for exercise at all. Whilst mulling over my inability to shift this wretched baby weight (even after 18 months of racing around with the little monkeys), I reached a moment of epiphany. The fact that I now only have time to live on coffee and custard creams by day, then cheese and wine by night seems to spell the obvious disaster of a gargantuan proportion. That gargantuan proportion is, of course, me!
So, by hook or by crook, or by the masochistic measure of confessing en masse, I now have to put my mind (and more importantly body) into a concerted diet/exercise mode once more. The incentive for this (apart from my little left shoulder conscience saying ‘enough is enough’), mainly rests with the launch of my new book, promotions and exhibitions where I have to look a little more presentable than a large haggis perched precariously atop some blingy Louboutins.
Join my journey whilst I laugh at my hapless attempts in ladies changing rooms, cry at the devilish displays on the scales, become creative with all sorts of recipes shared on Twitter and Instagram and enjoy some interactive banter with those of you out there going through the same thing.
It’s going to be a bumpy ride!