The Yummy Mummy Diet (DAY ONE)

HERE'S an invite for new mums and mums-to-be everywhere .. watch me and see if I can lose 2st of baby belly in just three months.

I'm a new-ish mum, my son has just turned nine months old. But my stretched and saggy midriff looks about 75-years-old. You've heard of nine months on, nine months off. Well, I'm still waiting for the off.

I want to go from Maxi-mum to Mini-mum online, with you lot cheering me on.

Why? Well, I live in Islington, north London, which is yummy mummy central. I used to be yummy, and now I'm a mummy, I just want to get my old body back. Plus I'm returning to work next week, and none of my old office clothes fit me. I can just about squash myself into a couple of pairs of trousers, but both have a very scary camel-toe effect at the front. Maybe that's Ok for Jordan on a top shelf calendar shoot, but it's not great in the all-male office where I work.

A pal who is a pregnancy exercise guru told me today that if you are heavier than normal up to a year after popping a sprog, it's still baby weight. Over a year, well, you're just fat. With just three months to go until I am officially fat, I've been shocked into doing something about it.

When I was pregnant, I piled on over 4st. Actually, it could have been way more than that, but when the Midwife's scales hit 83 kilos with two months to go, I stopped counting. I am a very old fashioned and have no idea what 83kilos is is stones, but I know I used to weigh less than 60kilos, so I was more than a quarter bigger – ouch.

During my nine months, I fell hook, line and sinker for the I'm eating for two patter, but in reality I ate for about eight. Hot chocolates with whipped cream, bacon rolls (two, not one, just in case), currys, fish and chips and chocolate. Stuff the morning sickness, I felt sick morning, noon and night - and the only thing that stopped it was to eat even more.

So when my mega-size 16 maternity jeans became snug – I started to panic. But not enough to stop eating.

Why? I honestly believed the weight would drop off afterwards. I heard breast feeding sucked away the baby fat and my tum would be back to flat in no time.

I happily packed my size 10 Seven jeans into my hospital bag, assuming I'd slip back into them once junior was out.

Ha ha ha!

Four months later, I was still in the minging maternity denims with the enormous unflattering pouch at the front. A week after giving birth, people asking when I was due. Meanwhile at that stage of her own pregnancy, Victoria Beckham was back in size six jeans.

Now don't advocate starving to look like Posh and I want to keep my curves, as hubby wants something to grab hold of. I just want to shift the baby belly, mega-muffin top and wobbly dinner lady arms.

Tomorrow I will be starting my Mum Tum busting diet, complete with regular pictures and weigh-ins. (Pics are not for the feint-hearted, I warn you).

I've set myself this challenge online with you lot watching me as I have zero willpower. If I can do it, so can you. If I can't, then you probably still can anyway ...

See you next time xxx