Okay, I didn't realise that posting those photos would create such a response about my 'bikini body'. Truth be told, I only bought one bikini for the holiday and didn't really intend wearing it since buying it was traumatic enough - all those wobbly bits in the badly lit changing rooms - eugh. However, the heat was such that I couldn't bear the swimming costumes any more and had to resort to the two piece.
Putting on the bikini and trying not to look at my muffin middle and love handles, I remembered how I used to wear tiny bikinis on holiday with no self consciousness at all. It just confirmed what I'd been thinking for the past year or so. I've been lamenting my loss of fitness and my expanding waistline, but just hiding behind what my mum calls "deceptive dressing".
Before daughter was born I was a slim size 10/12 and went to the gym five times a week doing a variety of different forms of exercise (Bodycombat was my favourite). I was the slimmist and fittest I'd ever been in my life.
After she was born, I did lose the baby weight quite quickly (thanks to breastfeeding) and this led me into a false sense of security. My guard was down.
Unfortunately, working full time with a baby left no time for the gym so that had to go. Then we moved house and I was so deeply depressed at moving to this wreck that the healthy eating was replaced by bad habits. Cakes and biscuits, takeaways, nibbles with the odd glass of wine and of course, hiding chocolate under the bed, were my ways of dealing with the stress of renovating this place. Gradually the weight crept on.
Now the size 12 clothes are getting tight and I'm about a stone over my ideal weight. Something has to be done.
The break in Menorca has given me the impetus to change and since returning home I have been eating healthily again, feeling much better and I am hoping to get out and about more to improve my fitness. (I've also bought husband "Wii Fit" for his birthday with the ulterior motive of using it myself!)
I'm determined to lose one or two pounds a week until my birthday in September, by which time I should feel more like my old self again. I can feel a butterfly struggling to emerge from the chrysalis ..........