I've tried very hard to keep the gym thing out of this because it's too "me" centred in quite a selfish sort of way. The blog's supposed to be about living with Nora really.
But i suppose me getting my body back (not even the pre-pregnancy one - I mean potentially we're talking the 'ok, I'll never make it as far back as 1997 but maybe 2000?' body. Because I have been horrifically unfit, which given my twenties history is not something I geared myself up too. Being settled in a sedentary job meant having a gentle slowfall of lard that didn't melt continue and gather apace over the years.
And with that bizarre image...
So I appear to have lost a stone, or there abouts, since I started going to the gym. Given just how many stones there are to lose, the fact that one goes in a little more than a blink of an eye is not that much of a surprise to me.
You want the full weight? Well... ok. put it this way. I reckon I've got another 3 1/2 to lose before I'm *relatively* happy. However, I should of course be going by clothes size and in my current fatso version I'm on
But have I given up cake? Are you out of your mind? Cake is one of life's greatest pleasures. I *demand* cake.
(Note: slightly physically repulsive descriptions in next part)
The other, slightly gross aspect to this amazing physical revolution is that my collagen on my tummy is...well, in large places, completely knackered. Un-shrinkable. Quite apart from the bit in my bellybutton where my thus far neat little endoscopy scar swelled and pulled its way in to bulging red and purple distention. To put it plainly - there are parts of me that no amount of vitamin e cream is going to help shrink back. There are parts of me that now, given the sudden loss of a stone in weight, have begun to sag.
And it can only get worse from hereon in. Oh joy!