I am happy to admit, I’m a big eater.
I love my food, it’s only due to the insanity of working for myself, being mother to a hilarious, but crazy toddler, and running the ‘pink’ jobs in the house, that means I haven’t as yet become Dawn French. Might I add, I have an very high regard for Miss French and believe she’s an incredibly beautiful woman, working in an industry that only regards you as such if you wear eight inch heels and have a 24 inch waist.
I spent my entire twenties making sure I had the decent balance between eating, drinking and going to the gym enough to keep me in my favourite jeans. This often meant eating more salads than I would care for, saying no to cake and avoiding McDonalds, unless I’d been to the gym for at least an hour and a half each day.
Sweet mother that was boring!
I know some people love exercise, but I’m afraid I’m not one of them. I find most conventional exercise routines as boring as a two hour meeting on the health and safety concerns issues with a new lock on a disabled toilet. It happened!
I enjoy the accidental exercise you get from dancing (normally alongside Laura Jane) to music that most people regard as ‘uncool’, playing some sort of makeshift sport in the summer (usually rounders or cricket), walking the dogs with pram in hand, and the obvious aerobic and anaerobic activities involved in childcare.
I know a day will come when I won’t be chasing around so much and I’ll have to resort to convention if I want to have any chance of keeping a healthy heart, and fitting into my favourite jeans. But for now, I’ll stick with my carefully tailored routine of chasing life around, and my regimented diet of ‘whatever’s in the fridge’ or the Saturday treat of however much I can handle from the curry house!
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