stik in pimlico
i collected ronnie from school this evening sporting a very colourful superhero cape that he had made himself. this is our conversation in the car.
HPMcQ: so what else did you make rooster?
ronnie: a sword, argghhhhhhh, and i’m going to chop your head off with it!
HPMcQ: well that’s not very nice, how will i drive the car home without my head?
ronnie: i’m only pretending mummy
HPMcQ: oh i see, were you pulling my leg?
ronnie: no i’m not, i’m all the way back here and you are there, i can’t reach your leg.
me and fitness have never been great friends. i have been a member of many gyms, i have not been in attendance at all of those gyms. i feel very uncomfortable in the gym environment, i find it all very intimidating and sometimes often a little fake. i had however managed to get away with not going to the gym for a very long time. i’ve never been skinny, well apart from after my divorce where everything went a little crazy, but i have always been a fairly healthy weight. however there was a changing point. my body changed and it wasn’t something that i was completely aware that was happening. i seemed to be putting on weight little by little but without anything in my diet changing. this is when i discovered i had polycystic ovaries but i also discovered i was pregnant too!