Two women (TWO!) congratulated me on being pregnant last week. I'd say they were friends, but I'm not so sure anymore.
One was the HR woman at work. The other was at a party (at the start, she wasn't drunk or anything).
I stayed composed, though I found it hard to speak after the party woman put her foot in her own over-used mouth. I was shocked to think my profile is looking pregnant. I'll have to do more sit ups.
Of course, it's possible I might have only myself to blame - apart from the fact that both of them might have engaged their brains before opening their mouths. After lots of running and exercising in January and February, I've been steadily indulging in all kinds of tasty foods over the course of March and April.
Not exercising is one of the worst things I can do. Actually that's not true, is it? I can easily think of a few other terrible things I could do, so perhaps not exercising isn't up there with the great evils of mankind.
However, I'm changing my weekly routine from today. I cycled Ellie to her childminder's and went to the swimming pool for a good 20 minute swim on my way home. I'll collect her by bike this afternoon too. For as long as this good weather lasts, I'll avoid using the car as much as possible.
Tomorrow, I'll be working in the office - but I will put my running gear in the car tonight so that I'm good to go out for short run at lunchtime. It was a mistake to break this habit back in February, but I'm going to shake off the negativity I've feeling about that and just start up again.
Also, I'm going to do a few sun salutations every couple of days. There's only one way to a lithe and supple body - and lounging on the sofa in front of the TV isn't it. I'm no yoga guru, but if I've learned anything about yoga, it's the doing it that counts. So even if the weather turns nasty, I'll still be moving about.
I'm going to carry on eating normally - changing one thing at a time is enough for the moment. It's a challenge to find the time and motivation for exercise so that's where my focus will be for the time being.
In the meantime, any recommendations on where to buy flattering, and shall we say - generously-cut - tankinis will be greatly appreciated. Somehow, I don't think eight weeks is going to be enough time to lose enough weight for a stringy, skinny-minny bikini, but at least I'll be able to move quick enough to avoid the bad mouths of HR and party woman.