"So are you over-indulging, or are you pregnant?" yours truly gets asked today.
Deflate.
Well actually inflate. And that's the problem...
I'm not eating any worse than I usually do, or drinking anymore than I usually do... it's Summer and I usually start dropping the winter pounds - but this year it aint happening. I do feel bigger and had been wondering if rumours would start circulating about whether I was preganant or not. Perhaps on the cover of the Marlborough Express - Bridget's Baby Bulge? or Bun In The Oven or Just Pies?
I have already been for a walk/ run today and I am determined to take the positive out of this and use the dent in pride as motivation to do something about it.
Exercise. Eating regularly (that's the photographer's suggestion). Cutting down on alcohol (that's mine). Not eating after dinner (more wisdom from the photographer). Less cheese and salad dressings (that's mine).
All of which I want to do. And need to do. And now I have the "fire" to do it.
Thank goodness she did ask! My only regret is I wish I'd asked her how far along she thought I was!
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