It's easy to lie to yourself. To avoid cameras, old photos, mirrors. But today I had one of those arresting moments when you just have to face up to yourself and be honest.
Six weeks postpartum after giving birth to our second gorgeous tiny human and I can't get my wedding ring past the second knuckle. It didn't help that my husband had brought it down from its storage place and playfully slipped it on my finger as though it were our wedding day again.
Oh dear. How things have changed since then. How I have.
I'll be honest, I've let myself go - it's easily done through the course of two pregnancies and three lockdowns. The last time my husband called me beautiful was a couple of days ago when he was showing our son old photos of our days before kids: "Look at that beautiful lady - that was your Mummy." He used to call me beautiful all the time back then.
He didn't mean for that comment to hurt, but it reflected how I've been feeling for a while - I'm not the person I once was. So, I've decided to take the proverbial elephant by the tusks and try my best to shed some of this physical and emotional baggage. I've started this blog to motivate myself and keep track of my progress as I set out on this adventure... and maybe even inspire others in some distant future when I've reached my destination (yet to be announced)? Wish me luck...