For the past 3 months, whenever the husband & I go out during the weekends without little Liam in tow, I’ve been assumed by many that I’m still pregnant.

When we were trying out mattresses, a salesman told me that I should have a go at it because pregnant ladies knows comfort best (which had me at huh? whose the pregnant lady you’re talking about) and the husband at “wahahahahahahahah”.

When we were enquiring about which brand of anti-hair loss shampoo was good, saleslady said: you can use this from now till after you deliver which again had me at huh? (like who was she referring to, as I literally turned around to see if she was simultaneously communicate with someone else who was perhaps preggy?) and the husband at “muahahahahah”.

When we were lining up to pay for our purchases, a salesperson pulled a chair near me and asked me to have a sit while she help me place the items at the counter. I couldn’t resist the offer to have a seat while waiting for my turn to pay, and so both the hubs & I went “hahahahahah” and accepted the kind offer.

Jokes aside, as much as the Bo has been supportive by asking if I wanted to buy new clothes to wear (no, thank you) instead of dealing with my endless staring at the wardrobe full of pre-pregnancy clothes which I grumble ever so often about not being able to fit into them, I have been feeling a little upset about the whole postnatal weight issue.

Granted, if it took me 9 months to put on a whopping 18kg, rightfully I should give myself 9 months to shed the weight. But it hasn’t been easy. Especially when the moms I hang out with have shed their preggy weight like it was the most natural thing to happen post partum. Not! At least not to me.

I did the crazy full-on breastfeeding in hopes that the weight would go off along with the milk expressed out. Nope, didn’t work out. Instead I ended up feeling even hungrier after every express session which led me to think that it was okay to load up on the carbs (plus I’m such a carbs lover. Urgh).

I did the carrying of baby up and down the stairs, to & fro, again it didn’t help much except to cause me to sweat buckets and feel hungry.

And so post natal self confidence deflated big time. Didn’t help that the Bo also teased that I was also starting to look more “mommy” in photos now, which was akin to saying that I was looking like an “auntie” or more haggard. I didn’t like that I was becoming the sort of mom I didn’t want to be – inferior. Yet as much as I didn’t want to be shallow, I couldn’t ignore ‘em flabby arms, legs, face & tummy which were just screaming fat fat fat in the photos.

The last time I had a fat period was when I was 12 years old and it was because mom was buying too many of those delicious Marks&Spencer cookies for my consumption and suddenly revisiting it again some 16+ years later…was something I least expected.

So though the Bo has been encouraging me to give myself till end of this year to shed the kilos, and that’s only because he doesn’t want me to go into depression come festive season in case people start asking when baby chungkin #2 is due (lol), I think it’s time I quit the grumbling & started walking the talk.

I enjoy food with the Bo too much to have a drastic diet going on, plus it’s not advisable for breastfeeding moms. Hence to kick things off, my first step is no more snacking & binging like I’m still baking muffins in the oven.

I hope to start on a weekly exercise routine too and hopefully slowly but surely, I’d go from fat & flab to fit & flab!

But first, let me just finish that last bits of that yummy tip top curry puff…