Remember the days
When your legs were shaved,
Your toes and your fanny too.
Long luscious locks
No acne or spots
No worrying about making the loo.
Nails perfectly painted,
Eyebrows shaped and tainted
And makeup precisely applied.
Lovely pert tits,
No worrying about nits
And a bottom as pert as a peachy pie.
Then after my babies
My body looked crazy,
What happened to that youthful glow?
But then I remembered
My body had been dismembered
After carrying my 2 baby beaus.
My incredible droopy jugs,
created milk for my bubs.
My downward pointed nips,
comforted my babies lips.
My saggy skinned tummy,
Was the home that made me Mummy.
So, my body may have altered,
but to me it cannot falter,
And I adore every inch of this yummy mummy body.
*Poem written by myself (Victoria Pearson) permission must be granted before using it.*
Im not going to lie. 2016 hasn't been kind to us. Between losing our American Visa's, to almost being arrested, to moving back to England, to having a mysterious illness that 9 (YES 9) rounds of antibiotics can't cure, has been exhausting. And thats just a snippet of our hellish year.
I have always been an advocate for exercise and getting those wonderful endorphins flowing. However in the last few months Ive become insular, lazy and a little depressed.
In order to try and motivate myself I signed up for a half marathon. But with moving house and a few more excuses I've barely trained at all.
Last night for a split second, I was in the mood to go for a run. I knew that if I didn't go right that second, that I would soon change my mind and think of another excuse. So thats exactly what I did. Swiftly put on my running gear, grabbed my headphones and shouted "off for a run- back soon" to my husband as I was half way out of the door.
I hadn't run in a while so I had told myself I would just do a few km. But as I was running, I felt so free. I took in the beautiful rolling hills around me, ran through the quaint and pretty village (Which has some adorable shops that I must go visit). It was the most relaxed I had felt this year.
Then it began to rain. Beautiful light raindrops. The rain you see in films, so refreshing and dewy.
Running in the rain felt so imperfectly perfect, it was exactly what I needed. It was a little escape.
I ended up running for 6 miles (about 10km) and I loved every second of it.
Im going to try and run twice a week. I need those endorphins and also the break from the housework and children was much needed.
Do you take time to work out?
Thanks for taking the time to read!
p.s. The happy rain running moment was OBVIOUSLY selfie worthy.
Well, this is slightly terrifying.
For 13 months I have been making excuses as to why I haven't yet created a blog.
If Im being honest, I find blog writing quite daunting. I worry my dyslexia will mock me, people will think Im a terrible writer and that Im just not intelligent enough to make it work. But after almost 2 years on youtube, I feel it is the next step.
So here it is in all its glory.