New(ish) mum Samantha Dooey-Miles is charting her life in doodles. This week, she just wants to be able to do a bit of exercise and not hack up a kidney.
God knows when I’ll actually go (I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it but I have a young child…), but this week I joined a gym. I immediately regretted it as I then had to endure an induction. The gym kind, not the forcing a stubborn child out kind.
I’m sure loads of you have been subjected to one: you follow a super-toned woman as she shows you how to turn on the various machines and watches you have a few self-conscious attempts at using them until she’s suitably convinced you’re not going to put in a personal injury claim at a later date.
Mine included a grand total of, let’s be generous, two minutes of actual exercise. I woke up the next day in proper muscular pain. Laughing hurt, lifting my arse off my chair hurt, breathing hurt.
I won’t be set back from achieving my dream: to creep back to the very low level of fitness I achieved before the baby. That’s right, I’m my own goal.
Prior to pregnancy I longed to replicate the overall aura and being of Britney Spears in the …Baby One More Time video (she showed those abs off at my most impressionable age and I’ve never been able to shake it). Now all I want is to feel and look like a version of me that could do 10 sit-ups and not cough up a kidney.
See Samantha’s previous doodles here.3419 Views
Sam is a first-time mum doodling and blogging her way through teething, nappies and the constant struggle of never quite being sure whether she lives in Essex or London. Find her blog at anewessexgirl.com.