Buff husband

Sheesh, I'm sorry, that was another long pause.

But it's all good. Gloria only woke up once last night! Emma nearly has all her teeth! Spring has sprung! Ah, happiness.

Now, about the title. R, the Switzergent, has always cycled to work, but now in a fit of spring enthusiasm, he has also started jogging at lunchtimes. He has lost about half a stone, and in short, he is looking a bit buff, a bit phwoar.

Wish I could say the same about me. I know I only had a baby 2 months ago, yadda yadda yeah whatever, but I am annoyed that I am still in my transitional jeans. (You know - pregnancy, jeans, normal jeans, and in the middle, obviously, transitional jeans.) What's more, I can't do the top button up. There is a lip of white blubberous overhang that won't shift, even when I'm sucking my belly in so hard my face has gone purple.

What do I doooo? Please don't say 'go on a diet.'* They are so rubbish. You may whisper 'exercise', especially as I am signed up for the 10km run again this year about which I am in a state of denial. Please, whatever you do don't suggest going back to my pregnancy jeans: I will burst into tears and never blog again, even though I suspect it might be a good suggestion.

* Unless it's the Binge-yourself-thin-on-dairy-milk type of diet.