Image: Mia (Instagram).
This is the kind of post that would make me want to punch someone in the boobs if I had a newborn. Or if I had several small children. Or if I was a single Mum. Or if I was really sleep deprived. I apologise in advance if you are one of those people. I don’t want to make you feel bad. Or angry.
But when the subject of exercise comes up, one of the things I hear most from new mothers is that they just can’t find the time. And very often this is true. I’m not writing this in the spirit of shaming. I’m trying to help.
Wow. That’s a lot of disclaimers. Are you even still reading or have you forgotten why you clicked here in the first place?
EXERCISE. And how I’ve managed to keep doing it over the sixteen years since I first became a mother. I’m a firm believer in the oxygen mask theory. You know when the flight attendant is doing the safety demo and say that if oxygen is required and you are travelling with children that you need to put your own mask first before you help your child put on theirs?