And the moment that thought came, I smiled.

It wasn’t just a random thought — it was a realization.
For the first time in a long, long time, I truly felt free.
Free to live, to dream, to make decisions for myself without guilt or fear of judgment.

You see, ever since I met and started dating my toxic ex — I haven’t really felt free. Even after we separated, I still felt caged. He was still around, hovering, saying things, judging, controlling with words, even from a distance. It was as if he didn’t want me to escape.
And I didn’t even realize how much that affected me.

Even when I thought I’d healed, I still carried that invisible cage.
That trauma — the one that makes you second-guess your choices, feel guilty for wanting more, or even feel wrong for being happy — it stayed with me.

But lately, something in me has shifted.
I look around my home, and I finally feel like, “This is my place.”
Not ours, not his and mine, not somewhere temporary.
Mine.

I can bring whoever I want here.
I can decorate it how I want.
I can build the life I want, without feeling guilty about it.

Even my toxic ex doesn’t have the right to just show up here, and that realization alone was freeing. I finally felt like I had taken my life back.

And funny enough, it reminded me of something I’d been saying to myself recently:
“I feel like I’m in my 20s again.”

At first, I thought it was because I was acting or thinking like my younger self — sometimes even in ways that felt a little childish — but now I understand it better.
It’s not about going back in age.
It’s about that state of mind I had in my 20s — when I was free, open, unburdened.
Back then, I wasn’t imprisoned by anyone’s opinion or manipulation.

My ex used to say things that stuck with me, that made me doubt and judge myself even when he wasn’t around. He trained me to keep myself small. I didn’t even know how to celebrate myself anymore.

But these days, I do.
The other day, I caught myself saying, “Abi, you’re doing really good.”
Because I am.

I’m raising two kids.
I’m paying rent.
I’m keeping everything together.
And somehow, I still manage to look good, to glow, to stay hopeful.

I looked at myself and thought — wow, I’m doing it.
I’m living, I’m standing, I’m thriving.

And for once, when I watch YouTubers who live solo and share their lives, it doesn’t feel unreal anymore. I used to watch them and think, “Hmm, maybe it’s just performance.”
But now, I get it. I can have that too.
Because I am living that life — solo, peaceful, building something real for myself and my kids.

I can have slow mornings.
I can decorate my space to reflect who I am now.
I can change how I dress.
I can work on my body — on my healing, my goals, my dreams.

And that’s exactly what I’m doing.

It feels so good to finally have this feeling again — to want life, to enjoy it, and to see possibilities where I used to see walls.

I’m free.
Truly free.
And this time, I’m not giving that freedom away again.

Eating better to heal

If you read my last update, you already know I’ve been dealing with some fatigue for a while. So, I decided to build back my energy. I did some research on what it could be. 

I read that it could be low iron or just a lack of certain nutrients, so I started eating more fish, eggs, and vegetables. I ate mostly fish pepper soup. I made it spicy since I felt nauseous from time to time. 

Even though I was still feeling weak some days, I was proud of myself for not pausing blogging completely. I kept writing, posting at a slower pace, but that was alright and satisfying. 

A mini grocery haul and the shock of prices

We needed a few things at home, so I went out to do a small grocery shopping for just a few things we needed to complete the month. Lately, prices of stuff have increased, and it greatly affects the choice of things to buy, especially when you are dealing with a small budget. I was shocked at how much prices have changed again. Prices of cocoyams and tomatoes, for example, have doubled, and things like sugar have increased a bit, but you definitely feel it.

I found myself doing that mental math before going to the market 😂 I had to drop many things I thought I could buy and make changes. I reflected on how to make what we still have at home work, then I got the indispensable to complete it. 

Got these from the supermarket plus some other food stuff from the store which I couldn't get from the supermarket

Still, I was grateful. Because even with the rising prices, I could get what we needed and even a few small treats for everyone. It’s moments like this that remind me how adulting is basically balancing gratitude and shock every week.

My akara beans disaster

I made akara beans, and I didn’t know what went wrong at first. I have made it before, but that day, it just refused to cooperate. I added eggs and even flour to fix it, but it was just not giving. I later realised there was a bit more water than usual after I checked the recipes of others on YouTube.

A little view of the texture of the paste

I decided to use a frying pan because it's flat and will reduce the scattering of the paste

The result. This made me really happy 😊  This method made the akara to 'drink' (absorb) less oil

The first ones I fried after adding the raw eggs and flour. I thought it was going to kill the effect of the watery paste

See the texture after I added flour. I started regretting why I added the floor. It was heavy inside

The first ones I fried.

I still managed to make it edible (because wasting food? Never!), and surprisingly, the kids still liked it, so it's still a win. 😅 We move.

That has been life lately. Hope life has been treating you well.

 💛

But here’s the thing — no matter how much it went down, it never really went all the way back. I kept thinking maybe it’s because my belly had been so big and stretched during pregnancy, that even breastfeeding and all the “normal” body recovery tricks just weren’t enough.

What I didn’t know then was that it wasn’t just about the outside. Inside, my stomach muscles were actually open and weak, and that kind of belly needs special attention and workouts to get stronger and close up.

How I Discovered Diastasis Recti

At first, I thought I just had stubborn belly fat. My belly always looked a bit funny, and even when I sucked it in, it was clear something was off. Some days, I would feel like my belly couldn't be controlled.

I stumbled on the term diastasis recti when I asked ChatGPT something about weight loss. I did some reading and even tested myself by pressing my fingers into my belly, and yes, there was a gap. That’s when it clicked: this wasn’t just fat, my abs had literally separated.

What I Started Doing

I made a few changes and additions after reading the recommendations:

• I did more core-safe exercises. Things like pulling my stomach in while lifting my legs gently, or doing controlled moves.

• I avoided exercises that made it worse or that made my recti open up again. I skipped the rope, danced while holding my belly in and releasing it as I danced over and over again. I worked out for my weight loss and also did core exercises for my open stomach muscles to close.

• Most importantly, I reminded myself it’s about consistency, not intensity.

My Tips for Anyone Struggling With It

From my experience, here’s what I’d tell any mama (or even someone who isn’t a mom but has this):

1. Don’t rush into heavy ab workouts. Planks, sit-ups, or anything that makes your stomach bulge out can delay healing.

2. Start with simple breathing and core activations — trust me, those tiny moves are powerful.

3. Mix healing workouts with fun movement (like dancing, walking, rope jumping if you enjoy it). It keeps you motivated.

4. Always listen to your body. If something makes your belly dome or stick out, skip it or slow it down.

5. Be patient. Healing isn’t instant, but the changes come slowly and surely.

Looking back, I now understand why my belly never “snapped back” like i expected after pregnancy. It wasn’t laziness or stubborn fat; it was my body asking for the right kind of care. Some women snap back because their stomach wasn't stretched too much or their body had the possibility to bring thier belly muscles back together to close. I understand better now, and I think that if I had known this earlier, my belly would be in better shape because I would have known which exercises to target. It's at my fourth year postpartum that I'm discovering and actively working on the problem. My belly isn't flat yet, but the changes I've observed are promising. I do test myself to see how much the gap in the belly is changing and there has been improvement.

If you’re like me and you notice your belly just isn’t responding to your usual efforts, don’t panic. You might have diastasis recti. Get informed by doing research on it. Find different types of exercises you can do or which is convinient for you. Start small, eat well, be consistent, and treat your body with patience. Healing is possible, and your belly can get stronger again.

Instead, I’ve been focusing on eating well. My appetite reduced, so smoothies became my go-to. A few weeks back, I bought beetroot without any plan for it, and it was just sitting in the fridge drying up. Now, it’s the main star of my smoothies mixed with fruits, veggies, and homemade soya bean milk I recently started making again (after such a long time of not taking it). It feels good to replace dairy with something lighter and healthier. These smoothies have been giving me energy while also helping me avoid overeating on the days I skip workouts.

On the brighter side, I’ve seen some progress with my workouts. I’ve lost noticeable weight, and I’m proud of myself, especially because it hasn’t been easy. Rope jumping almost had me quitting in the beginning. I didn’t see results as fast as I wanted, but I stayed consistent, and now I can see changes, especially around my tummy. I notice the changes myself, but I really confirmed it when someone asked me, "How is the baby?" And I realized that she thought I was pregnant and probably gave birth, since I'm slimmer. This isn't the first time this has happened. Some time ago, when I drastically lost weight after a period of practising intermittent fasting, I got this same question from another person. 

Related: Dressing After Baby: Rediscovering Confidence and Style as I Lose Weight

              Life Update | Losing more weight & self-grooming

Speaking of my tummy, I also recently discovered I have diastasis recti—something I had never really thought about before. It’s a condition that happens after pregnancy when the belly muscles separate because of the stretch. For a long time, I wondered why my belly wasn’t reducing the way I expected. Now I understand better, and I’ve added the right exercises to target it. I’ll share more about this in a separate post, because I know many women may be struggling with their postpartum belly without even knowing what’s going on.

Outside of fitness and food, something else has been on my mind lately. Last week, I came across a post by Tunde Onakoya, the founder of Chess in Slums. He shared that he was taking a break from Twitter (or X) because, as an empath, it feels too dark and heavy. That post really touched me. It reflected exactly how I’ve been feeling about the app too. Yes, there are interesting conversations and perspectives, but there’s also a lot of negativity, and people are being mean for no reason.

I remember a lighter post he made after Genevieve Nnaji shared her birthday picture. He was playful about it, but even then, people managed to throw negative comments. I get it. As an empath, sometimes you just can’t take in too much negativity, even when you’re trying to focus on the good.

So that’s what life has been like lately: slowing down on work and workouts to recover from fatigue, living on beetroot smoothies (with my homemade soya milk twist), celebrating little wins with my weight loss, and learning more about my body and health. And in the middle of all that, I was still navigating school routines and figuring out how to stay sane online. 

Wishing you a great rest of the week and weekend.