Last night while doing my usual bed time ritual it occurred to me that I am using around 8 different lotions and potions on my body, a little excessive maybe?
I’ve always been on the larger side on the boob front however this pregnancy created two bouncing milk monsters and it didn’t end there. Pre bump I was always a healthy size ten and was lucky to stay pretty trim on my arms and legs but out of nowhere came this arse that would give Beyonce a run for her money. Then the thighs went, followed by my hips and don’t even get me started on my chin. I tried to stay as active as possible during my pregnancy, I went swimming and did some yoga but there came a point where I just honestly couldn’t be bothered moving off the sofa. Philip, Holly and a packet of hobnobs was all I was looking for towards the end.
After the birth I managed to lose a bit of my weight through breastfeeding and was quite lucky to get back to a size 12 quite quickly, I think it might have had something to do with me not eating breakfast until 2pm and living off coffee for 5 months.
The stretch marks got me big time, I had a massive meltdown in Zara one day when I had a 360 view in the mirror and was horrified at the pale saggy body looking back at me. This was when I decided I needed to firm up and fast, it was only a few months until our holiday and I don’t think my skinny jeans would work for around the pool.
Throughout my pregnancy I used good old Bio oil, Palmers coca butter and some lovely Mamma Mio products recommended by a friend. But my obsession for operation yummy mummy didn’t end there. So off I went to boots being sucked in by advertisements promising to firm me up, zap that fat and turn me in to a beach goddess in 30 days. I now have a twice daily ritual of lathering on these lotions and standing in front of the mirror looking like a wet seal while they work their magic.
I often think if I just cut the caffeine and junk from my diet, drank more water and hit the gym on a regular basis it might save me more money and the total rigmarole of having to slap this rubbish on my body twice a day. On the other hand I have around a million Boots advantage card points and know the woman on the beauty counter by her first name. Totally worth it.