By Heidi Soholt
I’ve decided to go on a tummy boot-camp, reason being that I’ve recently been asked, not once but TWICE if I’m pregnant and I am most definitely NOT.
Why oh why do women ask each other these things????? Isn’t it better to wait until you know for definite that someone is before asking about their due date? Seriously, having had it done to me a few times, I would never dream of enquiring about the state of another woman’s womb unless I knew they were expecting. It is really quite personal isn’t it? And the risk of offence if you are wrong is huge.
So here I sit, offended. The truth is that I have started that awful thing known as middle age spread. When exactly is middle age by the way, I thought it was supposed to be around the 50 mark, but it seems to be happening to me a decade earlier. Whereas a couple of years ago people used to tell me I needed to eat more, and staying thin was effortless, nowadays it’s the reverse. I actually eat fairly healthily, okay I indulge in the odd naughty treat, but I feel miffed that what I do eat doesn’t equate to the fat I pile on. And, it’s all going in the wrong bit. I used to be a bit pear shaped, now I’m more apple. Yuk, and apparently it’s massively unhealthy to boot, so I’ll probably keel over with a heart attack soon.
I also go to the gym, fairly regularly, and lead quite an active lifestyle, chasing about after my two little ones. It just doesn’t seem fair. The other day I suddenly thought that perhaps I have a medical problem….perhaps the fact I’m putting on weight isn’t actually my fault…….then I got real. I honestly think that if I was to turn up at my lovely doctor’s surgery with concerns about my fat tummy she’d probably laugh me out of her office. It’s more a self-discipline problem than a medical one, probably.
OR perhaps I’m having a PHANTOM pregnancy?????? My hairdresser’s dog just had one of those. There she was planning an exotic holiday on the back of the money she’d get selling a big brood of pups and then, to her complete horror, there was nothing on the scan apart from a big air bubble. I do feel a tad broody now and then, so maybe that’s it? That would also explain my massive appetite and general tiredness……
Anyway, after I got asked today if I was “cooking a little one in there” I headed straight for the knickers in BHS. After a few minutes of rummaging around I realised that support pants don’t come in sexy – they just come in granny or fat. I grabbed a couple of options – medium support and massive support (okay – maximum support) and headed to the till. The girl at the checkout was really young and glamorous and I could see her shudder as I hunted for my purse. I felt like screaming at her: “YES I WAS ONCE LIKE THAT TOO BUT IT HAPPENS TO US ALL LOVE”.
After that it was off to Boots where I bought four of those hideous looking Slimfast shakes. I was really on a mission by then and vowed that tonight I would dine on café au lait shake, yum. As it got nearer my dinner time I decided on another plan, I would drink wine and hopefully get tiddly enough to forget about being hungry. Only problem was that after one glass of red I was really seriously starving and ANGRY about the shake. You can guess what happened next.
And, one more thing, after forcing myself to do 50 sit-ups this afternoon my friend told me that you don’t do the old-fashioned type ones you did at school anymore. Those actually make your tummy stick out!!!!!!!! Great. Why did I bother.
I suppose I could be good and get down to some school uniform labelling instead tonight, it might take my mind of you-know-what. Think I’ll have a good look at Ann-Maree’s fabulous selection of labels and tags at labels4kids and see what catches my eye. Then again, seeing as I might be expecting a large air bubble, I’d better have an early night.
PS. Don’t those celebrities who go on about how they reach a certain age and have to decide whether it’s the body or the face annoy you???? What’s to decide about, both mine are hideous!








