free the moms

What do you say when your daughter asks you to run through the shallow end of the pool, holding hands, you in your bikini?

You say HELL YES.

HELL YES I WANT TO DO THAT WITH YOU.

I’m not gonna lie. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a baywatch moment. BUT WHO CARES.

My automatic response was “let’s do it”!!!!

It was super fun. We fell. We laughed. We pool cuddled.

And then soon after, I noticed the moms. The moms on the lounge chairs in their cover ups, their kids in the pool. It’s like I could almost feel their collective disappointment.

And I thought, WE HAVE TO FREE THE MOMS.

There are too many of us on the sidelines. {now if you genuinely want to be there that’s one thing}

We must free ourselves from our diet brains, from our beating ourselves up-ness, from our not being with our kids unabashedly and fully.

If you want to weigh your dream weight, rock a cannonball and set the best example for your daughter get on my list, I can help you free you forever.

Get on the list so that when applications open for the Yummy Mummy, you’ll have early access to apply. It’s first come, first served. Link here.