Fitness Assessment fear!

It's the start of a new week and also the last day of my batch of personal training sessions. I figured I hadn't lost any weight or inches and was not looking forward to all to turning up at my session. Obviously I didn't snack all morning, went to the loo 8 times and tried everything to make half a pound difference. But as expected - no change. Heart-rate was better, fit tests were better but no pooping change in what all of us view as the most important part! I have been struggling to lose any baby weight since Mr T was born and thought 'enough was enough' and decided it was time to throw money at the problem!

After disappointment on the scales I threw myself into the workout and nearly fell over with head-rush on many occasions - oops. But I did it and I feel motivated to make more effort with food and portion sizes.

I tore about and showered and hoiked the buggy over to a friend's house for tea and play. It was half of the NCT girls that I met when Mr T was born - half went back to work and the other half of us are stay at home mums. I have always found the group useful when sharing experiences but sometimes it can be a little competitive. Who has what toys, what Ofsted grading your nursery has, where your boys jeans are from - I try and pooh-pooh it all but sometimes feel I come out thinking 'oh crap, I had better do this/order that/teach Mr T that' Today was one of those days...as I walked home I panicked about private schools and when he was going to learn to walk.

Mr C was just overheard telling Mr T that he should be saying real words by now - he just gabbles away to us with no real words but I am not concerned as he understands loads. The only word he actually says is 'there' and wiggles his finger! Demanding little sod! (Just like his Mummy)