Is there any excuse for a 'mummy-tummy'?

Posted Wednesday 15th January 2014   By Ericka Waller

So apparently ‘Motherhood lends a cloak of virtue to bad habits’ according to an article in The Times. It suggests we use our babies as an excuse for not exercising – “Who would give the babies their breakfast if Mummy was at the gym working on her glutes?”

Is having a mummy-tummy and un-toned glutes a ‘bad habit’, or is it just par for the course when having children? I spent so many sleep-deprived hours trying to shrink my body back into it’s pre-baby shape until I finally realised that it really does not matter.

It’s not laziness, it’s life. It’s acceptance. It’s about looking at the bigger picture. I had to stop hating my post-baby-body  in order to be a role model to my three daughters, who will not doubt be plagued by their own body insecurities in years to come.

Don’t get me wrong. I am not an expert on what does matter. I am still learning. I find myself putting the girls in front of Fireman Sam so I can clean the kitchen floor. Then I remember the poem:

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear, and books to read,
Friends to cherish and life to lead.

Isn’t this what is important? A life well lived.

When I am naked, I look like I have had children. Guess what. I did! Three of them. Big fat whoppers they were too.

I have stretch marks no wonder cream or Pilates class can repair. I have lose, orange-peel skin hanging off my tummy which no treadmill can erase.

I have hips that I did not have before. Breasts that sag like (small) windsocks. Hair that no razor could… OK, I suppose a razor could remove them, but I don’t have time.

Who would give the children dinner if I was busy in the bathroom hair-removing six years worth of bikini-line?

Take a look at a gallery of beautiful mummy-tummies here