Ok, so I have to throw out a confession to the universe.
I am 25 weeks pregnant and I’m cheating…on my weight loss programme.
And when I say cheating, I don’t mean like scoffing chocolate cake in that blindspot straight after weigh-in, or “forgetting” to write down the gruesome truth of what I actually ate over the weekend. I don’t even mean hiding behind that old “eating for two” excuse I could so easily fall back on in my knocked-up state. Because anyone who has ever tried to lose weight will know that the only person you’re cheating on with those sorts of indiscretions is yourself.
When I say cheating, I mean I’ve switched to a major competitor of the programme that I was once loyal to.