This post is a bit of fun, people. Obviously I wouldn't change my procreating ways for the world. My boys are my world and life is enriched, funnier and more fun because of those bambinos... But sometimes, sometimes I miss the more selfish, carefree pre-kid days I enjoyed and thought you guys might relate too.
The last few weeks have seen my usually pretty healthy way of eating go to pot, with lots more sugar finding its way into my diet from celebratory cakes to afternoon teas and far too much champagne (with my recent 10th wedding anniversary, my brother's engagement and baby cousin's birth)- making me feel sluggish, tired and really not my best, physically and mentally. I've less energy than usual, haven't been sleeping well and my PMT is worse than ever.
I've recently become addicted to yoga, a healthy addiction naturally but an addiction all the same, I feel like yoga is a secret everyone should know, I want to scream, "Do yoga it will change your life" from the roof tops people-a bit like when Cameron Diaz informed me to drink more water in her cute but slightly patronising and highly repetitive 'The Body Book' yoga and drinking water equals happiness (pretty much).