So after all those thoughts happened, I found this;
This is me on my hen day. This is now on my fridge as my thinspiration. Now, I realise that there are many that will look at that and think "hmmm, thinspiration? Really?" But when I look at that pic, it is of me the first time I ever looked in the mirror and actually liked what I saw looking back at me. That includes back in the old days when I was a size 12! I felt good, and fit and happy. I had worked so hard to get to that point and I was immensely proud of myself of sticking to guns and achieving what I had achieved.
I liked the feelings I was remembering looking at the picture.
So after that happened, this happened;
I went to my wardrobe and dug and dug and dug. Then I went to the spare room and checked there. Then under the stairs and eventually I found my runners. I brushed the spiders and their webs off them. Threw on a pair of leggings and a good supportive bra, flung the baby at Himself as he walked in the door and shouted over my shoulder "dinner will be late, I'm going for a run". And I did.
Now I realise that 4.8k (it sounds more impressive than 3 miles) is not a huge achievement in the grand scale of things, but I think it has helped me find my motivation again.
So I have 17 days to get back to my pre pregnancy weight. As always, my goals are realistic and achievable!!!