I can’t let him go

Despite all my whinging about not having a life , LO keeping me from doing anything , me adding a ton of weight , my feet expanding and then decreasing, it turns out, I do like being a mum :-). Who would have thought hey!

Mum mum is visiting for three weeks and she offered to take my son away for a while. With my husband being away she felt it might ease up the stress so I can just relax and go to work. At first I was excited at the FREEDOOOOOOMMMMMM, however when I took a look at the calendar, I realised LO will be away for 3 weeks if I let her take him. 3 WHOLE WEEKS. 

She said he will be potty trained, standing in line, speaking properly and probably reciting the alphabet in Latin and Greek in that time. I know she is right but I just can’t let him go for 3 weeks when he has never been away even for a night. I thought it will be an easy thing to do (letting him go). I was quite surprise that I couldn’t do it. Anyway, I need to lose weight and he definitely keeps me fit with all the running around after him.

Besides I am an angel, I don’t want to lose my wings

Yep! I am an angel

Yep! I am an angel

Help! I Am Losing Weight

Anyone who knows me will have heard me at some point ranting about how I need to lose weight.  So I forgive you for thinking I should be overjoyed that I am finally losing some weight.  Well I am, to an extent. I am happy to be losing the weight on my body but its the weight or swelling on my feet I am not so happy about. When I got pregnant my feet went half a size up from a 7 to 7.5 (40 -41) and stayed that way even after birth. I ranted and raved about it but since I didn’t know of any exercise to trim down your feet I shut up and accepted it.

When LO turned one I finally accepted that I was now a size 7.5 gave up my old shoes and proceeded to restock after all who won’t snap up an opportunity to shop, right? Now a year and 9 months later the weight or swelling has dropped off my feet and I am back to a size 7 aaarrrrrgggghhhhhh!  I have tried shoe pads, stuffing, nothing is working, the shoes just keep slipping off my feet.

leopard skin 6 inch heel

shelovestorant in 6 inch heels

According to the March issue of the American Journal of Physical Medicine & Rehabilitation, Doctors believe the arch of the foot flattens out, and in turn, the foot length increased between 2 and 10 millimeters (about 0.1 to 0.4 inches) possibly due to the extra weight and increased looseness of the joints associated with pregnancy . This loss of arch height is most likely permanent. The article also claims that this could lead to arthritis later in life so I should be happy that my feet has gone back to a 7.

I used to be the queen of 6 inch heels, I even wore them when I was pregnant till the very end (the week I gave birth) however, after giving birth I  gradually started to feel pain in heels. I am not even sure when this started.  It might be because I have a toddler or maybe I finally have to accept that I am getting old. I find myself putting my shoes on Ebay after one wear.  I can’t believe I am saying this but I can’t wait for winter maybe tights would help. Don’t know what else to do. I need help!
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Spring Cleaning

scattered wardrope

my messed up wardrobe

In the last couple of years, I have worked my way through a few sizes. Going from a size 4 when I came to this country (yep I was seriously under weight) cue in McDonalds, KFC and chinese coupled with the life of a student I shot to a 6 then to an 8 after marriage, 10 after child-birth and now back to an 8 with folds. A real yoyo experience. It took me a while to accept that I would never get back to a 6 so I have decided to sort out my wardrobe. Out with the old and in with the new. I would like to create a capsule wardrobe consisting of only clothes I actually wear. Like most girls I have over 10 pairs of jeans but I only ever wear 2. This spring I aim to get rid of the remaining 8+ and all the other clothes in my wardrobe I can’t actually fit in to. I am also one of those people whose feet never recovered from child-birth so I have a box of shoes some where that I still can’t wear except someone invents foot reduction surgery.

I hope this spring clean is successful because in the past I have tried to do it but ended up getting too sentimental about my heap. Amongst the stuff I feel so sad parting with are my choir uniforms. Most of them are a size 6 and even though I could still squeeze into them when I was a slim 8 now I am a big 8 (tummy not yet completely flat) the clothes feel a bit tight. The thought of having to start getting them all over again is so discouraging; black suit, grey suit, brown suits, white suit not to mention the shirts the list is endless.

This time around I have decided to sell the lot may be the money incentive would motivate me to actually do it. My usual hunts where eBay and preloved I sold some of my sons old stuff there. I have just discovered that music magpie sell clothes. I didn’t know you could actually sell clothes on their site I used to think they just sold old CD’s (apparently this is a new feature). They give you an instant quote and you can decide if you want to sell or not, cutting out all the hassle of bidding. You know what you are getting from the start. I am off to hunt for some treasure and give it a try. New clothes I can smell you already. Would let you know how it goes.

The Dilemma of the Pant – a – Loons

Pants on London Mum on a budget

….. In this business of getting back in to shape this isn’t quite what I expected.

See I expect my trousers not to fit quite as they used to. That’s fine I can live with that.

Dresses still not fitting, we can fast and pray. Shoes that no longer fit can be sold on eBay.

However what happens to pants. (Not trousers I mean pants, underwear, lingerie). To me these are once in a life time buy. By that I mean you buy them when you get to a certain age and they fit you for life. So imagine my surprise this morning when I dipped in to my cupboard, pulled out one at random and PING too small. WHAT? &**))__)(*&^%^%”!**+ (I have been told not to swear by my sister). Since when do I have random bum increment?  Does my bum look bigger? I look in mirror at said bum, not to my eyes. What is this? I thought I was winning the war against fat?  I don’t know how to end this really. My baby has woken up and is staring at me. He probably thinks my bum is my breast 😦