I’m two weeks into a new age and I have decided that I can no longer resemble the Pilsbury Dough Boy’s mother. I’m sick of looking in the mirror and seeing a jellified version of myself, with mumsy hair and tired eyes and worse still the numbers on the scale must be programmed to not move – ever!! So this morning whilst in the gym having an hour to myself I decided to set myself a challenge #looklikebrook. I know I’m never going to resemble Victoria Beckham (no matter how hard I wish for it) with my giant boobs and hips so I had to pick a realistic model to base my ideal body shape on and who better than Miss Brook.

I wanted someone who inspires me and makes heads turn. I’ll be honest and say that this is a blatant vanity project so I’m going all out to drop 2 dress sizes get a figure like Kelly’s in 3 months. No slacking, no eating new Cadbury’s jelly candy bars in secret and convincing myself that because I skipped breakfast it’s ok and no half arsed exercises in the gym. Just because I turned up doesn’t mean that I get extra brownie points, I don’t even try hard. And my reward if I pull this off…a photo shoot to show myself in 10 years that I looked half decent in my thirties because I spent too long in my twenties looking dodgy!!

Plus ever pound I lose I will put £5 in the pot and use it to showcase the new look – everyone needs an incentive to lose the weight and putting it in black and white will make me stick to it. I will set up a page for the challenge and write a dairy charting my progress and if I feel brave enough put the before, during and after shots up.

So in a nutshell – 3 months, 22lb, 2 dress sizes, #looklikebrook

Any hints, tips, suggestions will be greatly received…


The Curse of the Mummy Tummy

There are many things that worry new mothers – health and safety of the baby, childcare and money worries, but there is one that shakes the majority of women to the core…the one that involves exposing parts of your body that spent nine months being plumped up to the point where the Pilsbury Dough Boy thought he was a bread stick in comparison!!

Yes fellow yummy mummies, the sun has got his hat on and he’s coming out to play. Unfortunately that implies that we have to indulge his sunny imposition and expose arms, legs and possibly mummy tummies that have been quite happily lounging under layers of jumpers, cardies and coats.

I have tried my best to shift the last of the baby weight but since Evie was 6 weeks old my weight has stubbornly bounced around and I can’t seem to lose the last 7 pounds. I shunned the car for the six months I was off on maternity leave opting to walk everywhere which involved numerous hills that could easily put me in pole position for the Welsh Three Peaks Challenge, I’ve been going to the gym at least once a week (albeit to catch up on gossip whilst casually strolling on the treadmill), tried the 5:2 diet (and failed…then cried), tried boot camp (I am not designed to bunny hop up a rain soaked hill) and I still have a belly that doubles up as a shelf to sit Evie on when I carry her! My other issue is my arms. Whereas once upon a time I could rock a vest top, after having a baby the only thing I rock is sleeves. I am seriously considering dragging the muumuu out of the wardrobe and parading around in that – at least I know it fits and will possibly have some sort of slimming effect on ‘the tyre’.

However, my biggest problem in the battle of the belly is my sister. The woman who had a baby the day before me and before I could present my first born to the world slipped back in to her size 6 skinny jeans!! I have a pair of skinny jeans that sneer at me from the top shelf and create what can only be described as an extra thick sausage effect with my thighs and a muffin top that Mary Berry would struggle to create. That is not to say that I own a pair of skinny jeans that when worn with a long length top make me look the size it says on the tag and not someone who has squeezed into something from Baby Gap!

If I follow the age old rule of 9 months on, 9 months off that gives me exactly 5 weeks to drop a dress size. Easy I hear you skinny minnies shout…the issue is if all has failed, how exactly do I accomplish this simple task?

Preparing for a baby – hundreds, Max Factor 3 in 1 foundation £11.99, looking good during labour and in that first photo…priceless

Call me vain, call me superficial but before I had Evie one of my main concerns about the labour wasn’t the pain of giving birth but how I looked in the first photo with my newborn. I had done my research looking at many pictures of mothers posting their joy on Facebook for the whole world to see looking like they had just endured the most punishing time ever – I don’t believe that child birth should be an excuse not to look your best especially as you know there will be a camera present and those photos will be posted instantly.

I’m sorry if that causes offence but I won’t leave the house to go to the shop without having a full face of make up so there was no way on this earth was I going through one of my greatest achievements looking anything less than perfect. This is something that I picked up off my sister 3 years previously where she went into hospital to have my nephew complete with spray tan, false eye lashes and lip gloss.

So when I discovered the new Max Factor 3 in 1 foundation that makes you look like an airbrushed model I knew that this would be my saving grace. This foundation is like painting on a new and improved version of you. It banishes blemishes, fills in the lines and creates a flawless look that DOES NOT MOVE!! Trust me, when testing out the staying power of a foundation labour is a very good test.

I mis judged the intensity of my contractions and stayed in the house for the majority of my labour so it gave me time to pick out the outfits to arrive at the hospital (my trusty NYC Forever 21 stripy jumper, jeans and ballet pumps) and to depart the hospital with an element of style (black, always black as it is slimming). It also gave me time to do my hair and my make up so it was fresh for my child’s debut. Two hours after arriving at the birthing centre my angel arrived and Max Factor had proved itself as the only make up of choice from that moment forth. My make up didn’t even move a mm and I have the photos to prove it!!

So ladies, whether your planning on giving birth, giving a presentation or just popping to the shops I urge all of you to race to the nearest Boots or take the trolley on a detour to the make up aisle in the supermarket and pick up this life altering product. All I ask in return is that you leave the last Beige one for me.

Let me know what you think of it…