When you don’t meet a challenge have you failed?

Recently I took part in an 80 day fitness challenge.

The idea was the exercise/move every day for 80 days in a row. Before you think that the idea is insane and rest days are important, one of the options was stretching, which worked well for ‘rest days’. It was also a fundraiser for a wonderful woman raising money for Cancer research.

I went into the challenge full of enthusiasm and had planned out a countdown of days. It looked intimidating, but totally achievable. I enjoyed moving every day, and at the beginning of the week I would set out my days and what movements I would be doing. I used YouTube a lot and am so addicted to “The Fitness Blender” and all their workouts. I got stuck into the kettlebells and the DOMS were feeling good. By about day 25 I started to feel stronger, and better. The online support group was great, and it was good to go in and celebrate movements.

There was an element of nutrition that came into it, such as introducing more fruit and veg, which I eat anyway, and trying to cut back on alchohol..bonboooong.. THIS one may have definitely was my demise with seeing complete improvement.

We planned a trip away for the weekend for my eldest, who turned 8. That’s when it all headed south (literally). I believe it was around day 52. We spent the weekend away and I didn’t make it a priority. That‘s basically what it comes down to. Poor planning meant that I neglected to do any movement, thus disqualifying me from the challenge.

Now..there are two ways this could go. I miss a couple of days, pick myself back up and keep going with moving every day (because I genuinely enjoyed the feeling!) Or…. drop it and forget all about it. Going back to old habits and neglecting what made me feel good. You can guess which one happened. I fell apart. All the planning, all the moving. It stopped. Do I regret it? I don’t regret it, because I feel it’s a genuine lesson. I think the lesson I needed is to keep small goals in mind. Not grand ones. Think small, achieve big. I was able to go for 52 moving EVERY day. That is HuGE. To me, that is an achievement I should celebrate. So.. I am celebrating the fact that I was able to meet part of a challenge, and whilst I didn’t complete it to get a ‘medal’ at the end, I know that I’ve learned an extremely important lesson to me.

Starting today, I am going to plan one week ahead. No further. I will write out my workout/moving plans and stick to them. I will celebrate small victories and although the bigger picture will always be hanging on the wall, I will choose to look at the snapshots that will create good habits, and allow me to continue on a journey of life, love, health, and everything in  between.

Do you have any favourite YouTube workouts? Do you have a secret to motivation? Is it motivation, or is it planning?

Congratulations – Virtual Charity Run #1

Congratulations4After a week of voting – the winner has been decided. It was a close call and I thank everyone who voted and took the time out to share the poll. Moving forward I hope you join us on this journey and create a brilliant platform for fundraising, and getting out there and moving more!

Congratulations to Give and Take

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Please keep an eye out on this page for upcoming news regarding the run and how you can participate from anywhere in the world! The first event is estimated to be February 2015.

bcyM6MdcLNever fear Feel The Magic voters – stay tuned for exciting news coming soon.

Our Friendship Goes The (Running) Distance…

I have a little sister, her name is Lola.. Oh wait..hang on… wrong opening line!!

Actually, I have a little friend, her name is D….. and I lub her very much!

D and I have been friends for a little while now (thank you social media!) and we have a common interest (among many) of running. She introduced me to the wonderful, supportive, online group Operation Move and I haven’t looked back! Recently I flew up to see her for a visit, but also because she had convinced me to sign up for the Tour De Tambourine 10K run! Talk about crazy!!!

Flying to Queensland, I got off the plane and was immediately wrapped in a warm blanket of lov…..no, not love…it was humidity!! Oh My!!! That stuff is thick..and sticky!! Not used to that at all, but yay… Queensland.

Leading up to November, D and I had undertaken a 12 week training program with Operation Move, but had completed the training a few weeks before. Both of us were a little struggling with fitness, and decided we’d just spend this run as a fun run, not for any record times. This is why I think, and want to absolutely stress…. running with friends makes it fun!!!! I know that running can be a wonderful, individual time out from anybody (mostly the kids), pushing yourself to get your pace and fastest time, but running with a friend (my first time!) was soooo much fun!

tourdetamboWe picked up our race packets (so easy!) and I was so surprised that it had MY NAME on it!!! I was so bloody excited that I forgot I’d be pushing through 10k the next day!!!!

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You know how running can be a mind game, and there is no “only” about it..if you do 1km, you do 1km, no matter how slow you go?! Well the lady who took our photos asked what distance we were doing and I made the mistake of saying “Only 10k”…both her and D corrected me, that it’s not just “only”….. remember that… no matter the distance, it counts! She also said to us “The Journey is Now” … that was really sweet. All the hard work we put in, and maybe the work we didn’t, now mattered! Not much else to do, we relaxed and drank coffee… a staple in our diet… and friendship!

We had a yummy Indian dinner, go check out the restaurant Masala Shanti if you’re ever there!

Race Day Ready …. lucky for the band aids in the cars first aid kit! I have a tricky little toe and without band aids I’m not sure I’d have a toe left …hah. tambostuffHow good does the Operation Move shirt look?? So incredibly honoured and proud to be able to wear it. This wonderful, online group of women prove every day that you can be all shapes, sizes, and ages to succeed, just by Moving!

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Mandatory Pre-Race Coffee It’s good for the lungs…seriously!

The event was well set up, and a great course. The only downfall, the lack of photographers on the course (We’d even discussed our photographic poses in the week leading up to the event!), and few marshals around the outer parts of the course (Oh, and the lack of bling *sob*) …Apart from that, it was a top notch event. Lots of hydration stations, although the water spraying we got at the end would have gone well throughout the course!!!
Since there were no photographers, it was lots of runfies and selfies!! So Much Fun! Going up

The hills...so many hills!!!

The hills…so many hills!!!

the hills killed, going down the hills..not so much! It was also nice to see other people out on the course from Running Mums Australia who were very supportive of their team mate who was walking/jogging with injury..I swear they clocked up heaps more mileage through doubling back!

The running community I’ve been able to witness really is a great one. As long as you’re out

ONE MORE KILOMETRE TO GO...we can do it (just don't stop on a hill - that was the advice of a pro running past us!)

ONE MORE KILOMETRE TO GO…we can do it (just don’t stop on a hill – that was the advice of a pro running past us!)

there – running, jogging, shuffling, or briskly walking…you’re a part of a super global community! There’s always someone there to encourage you to keep going, and someone letting you know you’re doing a great job, even if you’re internally struggling!

We finally got to the finish line and crossed over at the EXACT same time!!! *all of the smiles*

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WE DID IT! …And all we got was a wrist band! I wore the ShIT outta that wrist band the next day! But seriously..we did it!!!

I’m so glad I got to go to QLD and run an event with a friend. No record for finishing. But it was all about the friendship, and going the distance.

I’m so glad that D is in my life. I’m so glad that she is my friend. Although we live in different states, our souls are still entwined.

The End.

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I apologise ….

I’ve had something on my mind for the past couple of days. Ever since I heard about the English cricketer who has gone home from the Ashes with stress-related illness. It can happen to anyone. And it does.  This is my post in response to that (which is actually pretty unrelated)…..

I think I need to make an apology. What for? You might ask… You see, at the beginning of this year I was traveling a very dark path. There were no streetlights, and there was no end. There was a street sign with the name of the street, but you would have to look really hard to read it because it was so dark. When I looked forward, there was no hope; There was no future. I was at a crossroads and they were marked Depression Rd and Anxiety Way.  The thing is…there were so many things happening in my life, in my head, and I had no way of filtering them, of sorting them out, and getting through them. From the outside looking in, it probably seemed as if I had it all. I had a husband, a home, 3 beautiful children, a stable income and a car. I was studying at uni and there was sunshine in the sky. That’s where my apology comes in. The sun wasn’t shining for me.  I locked myself away, and didn’t come out at all. I would drop the kids off to school without getting out of the car, so that I didn’t have to talk to anyone, or didn’t have to get out of my pajamas. I declined every invitation to get together and socialize because I didn’t know what to talk about, and I didn’t want to leak my sour mood onto anyone else. I didn’t want to get out of bed, and would quite often go straight back to bed as soon as I returned from school drop off. Only now, now that I am finally at the end of those streets and finally walking along It Gets Better Street do I realize, by doing this, I had the potential to jeopardize friendships I’d had for months/years. To the outsider who doesn’t know, my behavior could be perceived as uppity, and snobbish. As if I was acting like I was too good to talk to anyone. Or to good to go out and share a meal and have a drink.  The problem is. That’s not the truth. The truth is that when you are in the deepest parts of depression, nothing seems appealing. Hiding in my house all day. Looking things up on the internet. Getting lost in books. Watching tv without even seeing it. Those were all the things I was stuck in. It was like a loop and I couldn’t stop it from happening.  Just the thought of having to talk to people would cause a physical reaction and I’d cry. I couldn’t breathe at the thought someone would talk to me. I know that a lot of people suffer in silence. They don’t want to burden anyone with how they are feeling, and what they are going through. That’s exactly where I was.

If not for a couple of friends who gently persisted on being a friend and never giving up, I would still be in that pit of despair. They listened without judgement, they asked questions, and they were there, often just through a small phone screen. So……to all the people in my life, both on screen and off who felt the brunt of my struggles. I am sorry. I’m sorry if I bought you down. I’m sorry if I ignored you. I’m sorry if you thought I didn’t value our friendship, because I do. I do so very much.  There may be nothing that can turn things around, but just know… everyone has their journey they’re traveling. Sometimes it just takes one friend to ask the question and make sure everything is okay. Just be there. Be present. Know it’s not personal, it’s the person.

I also want those people who may be reading this and are still walking along those Roads and Paths marked with lights that have blown out… I am here for you, and you will get to the end of it. It might not happen tomorrow, it might. Either way, you are not alone. Never, ever, ever…. And remember YOU ARE IMPORTANT.. even if you don’t believe it.

 

IF you’d like to know more about how I was able to turn myself onto a better path please feel free to ask. I’m more than happy to share my story. It might just be similar to yours!  You can email me at sydneygen04@yahoo.com

I don’t think my journey is over yet, in fact I know it’s not, but I am glad to see a lot more streetlights burning bright. Let’s turn some on for you, too!

Emazoning it…. Learning to walk before I run

This week has been a topsy-turvy week in the SydneyGen world of things-that-happen…..

Our youngest has been hit with a horrible sickness, and her usual vibrant self is nowhere to be seen. It’s taken 2 doctors visits to finally diagnose tonsillitis, so with the proper medication, I’m hoping we all get some sleep relief soon! Speaking of sleep…. an interesting thing happened to me last night.

I attended a free (absolute BARGAIN) one and a half hour session with Emazon (Stand Your Ground) thanks to the wonderful girls at Designed 2 Fit gym.  If you haven’t heard of Emazon before, she’s been on The Biggest Loser, and Australia’s Next Top Model. From her website: Emazon travels the country as a keynote speaker, presenter and coach. STAND YOUR GROUND is the renowned mind body workshop that has toured the country for over 5 years. A provocative and unconventional insight into our health, weightloss, self image, personal authority and self destructive behaviours.

Anywho… for an hour I got to put on some very cool red wrist wraps, that immediately got me into the ‘zone’ and belt out some boxing and get my mind into some focus points.. basically, I got to forget about the world and my life for an hour and a half. Whilst I really enjoyed the boxing aspect of it, and the way that Emazon made you micro focus, I got the most of the session at the end. She ran us through a breathing technique and relaxation, which of course I loved, as it w photo IMG_5234_zpsb9ac3a6a.jpgas very yoga-esque. Then, she spoke to us about some ‘techy stuff’ to do with our bodies, brains and functioning. As she was speaking I was listening and nodding along. Everything she was saying I was thinking, “yes, yes, yes that’s me, yes” … I don’t get enough sleep. I don’t sleep at the optimum times, I don’t handle my body correctly, and I’ve definitely done too much too fast in everything, to be able to maintain a proper, consistent form of living and weight loss.  I asked a question about how “us mothers with young ones” are supposed to get the “eight hours” sleep, when it’s a fantasy. The answer wasn’t as complicated as I thought. If I can’t get the eight hours, then it’s more beneficial for me to be asleep between 10pm-1am in the ‘deepest’ part of sleep. That means I start a going-to-bed ritual a lot earlier than I usually do. I turn off technology, I calm my brain down, and make it a habit to sleep sooner, rather than later. Surely that can’t be too hard!!

At the moment, I’m really unhappy with how I feel I’ve let myself go. In the last year I’ve gained 10kgs and I can feel every little bit of it. Interestingly though, instead of thinking I have to go hell-for-leather and start immediately.. it was pointed out, that in order for our bodies to not rebel on us, or go into shock, we have to ease into things. So, with that in mind, I am not jumping straight onto the 1200 calorie eating plan again, I am not going to attempt to run 8kms again, instead… I’m going to slowly ease my calories down to 1200 over the next two weeks, and I’m going to start walking as much as I can. This is my ‘say it out loud’ and I’m hoping you’ll hold me accountable!

I was very lucky to have a wonderful stranger gift me a ‘group session’ that she had won in the lucky door prize. I thought I was going to cry!! It’s those small things that need to push me. Last night I saw some people I hadn’t seen in a very long time, it was like a mini 12wbt reunion. I was so happy seeing them, and realised that by isolating myself, and not seeing them I have not been ‘surrounding myself with things that help’ … These were girls I climbed the highest mountain with (literally) and they’re the type of people who will gently push and encourage and you listen, because they’re going through exactly the same thing you are! So in saying that. I am also going to work out how I can afford regular gym sessions, one-on-ones and group training.  I’d love to go to the Emazon convention in October, but some things are beyond reach… for now.

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Middle and Center for the Team Photo!!

Err so what was this post all about then? Ummm.. it was just me wanting to express that A: I don’t like the way I am right now. B: I know I can change this. C: I will change myself slowly and surely. D: I recommend you look up Emazon and check her out. E: The girls at Designed 2 Fit are awesome. F: I will surround myself with people that help me be the best version I can be. G: Tonsillitis in littlies sucks H: I don’t need to get through the whole alphabet because this post is long enough.

Until next time….  Stand Proud and JUST Be the Best You Can Be!

Why I quit Facebook and Booze ….and other random stuff

I’m not a Quitter, I am GREAT! The Great Facebook and Booze Dry Spell of the year!

Hello, my name is SydneyGen and I haven’t had a drink in 12 days…. Wait.. wrong forum!

Actually, it’s true though!! I am still going strong in Dry July and have to say… not missing it at all too much!!  I thought it would be harder to put down the wine and vodka (mmm….vodka…….) and not have a drink, but it truly has been easier than I anything I’ve ever done realised. It’s also made me aware of the fact I think I was drinking ‘just because’ before, and that kinda takes the enjoyment away!  I’ve replaced wine with water (There’s something awfully backwards about that statement!!) and know the health benefits are rockin. So far I’ve started exercising more *slowly first, but more than before* and I’ve started watching the scales decline… (hoorah, finally.. although I had a sneaky suspicion this would occur once I stopped) I am glad my minds at a place now where I can do this. I have ‘tried’ in the past, but absolutely didn’t pass because I wasn’t strong enough to give in to temptation. The Aussie culture is definitely one laced with booze, but that’s not a bad thing (in my opinion), it’s the responsibility of booze that needs to remembered and reenforced.  I am about to go off on a tangent here, because that my dear friends, is my brain!!! Anywho… the other night I was flicking through the tv channels (which is rare in itself, I barely get time to sit down at night, let alone watch tv…whoooops, there I go again!) and I came across a show on the ABC called

Shitsville Express with Joe Hildebrand. Shitsville Express

If you haven’t heard of it, it’s this:  Each week, Joe Hildebrand rubs the noses of our four bright young things in Shitsville’s darkest and grubbiest corners, examining issues including the explosion of alcohol fuelled violence, the gambling epidemic, Australia’s substandard transport system, the current housing crisis, and the pros and cons of coal seam gas mining. And at the end of it, all four will put their ideas to a former Prime Minister who’s been to Shitsville and back many a time, and who knows the difficulty of making change happen. 

So the reason I’m bringing this up is because the episode I caught just happened to be on alcohol fueled violence. I sat in astonishment at the awful scenes of women barely wearing anything, stumbling around drunk. Men beating each other up, and blood pouring everywhere. A boy who was only 16, drunk, showing gang signs and looking for a fight. And I was sad. So, So, So, sad. What has happened with our youth? What has happened to parents instilling values, decorum? I remember being a fresh-faced 18 year old in Tassie, and stumbling through the streets of Hobart at 2-3-4am and walking between bars, but there was never violence involved. It was usually a bit of hippy love to a passer-by, a hug and a squeal to a stranger, or a friend you hadn’t seen in a while, but never violence. There were no brawls, no beatings, and certainly nobody dying from being king-hit as they walked out of bar. The issue bought up on the tv show is, “what can we do about this”, and I seriously don’t have the answer. My mother taught me to drink responsibly, and if I’m going to get shitty drunk, still be a lady about it. OH, and WHAT EVEN is this ‘pre-loading’ these people are doing at home. Drinking a bottle of alcohol and THEN going out? (I of course blame the cost of alcohol for this! We used to go out for $50 and be able to shout rounds to people and still be happily drunk by the end of the night!)  If you’re going to drink at home, make a night of it!!! If you’re out to pick up, WHY do you need to be drunk?? You most likely won’t remember it!! Ugh, I think I’ve ranted, for far too long!! (I do that, too!) So … anyway.. my advice to the youth and drinkers of today…. drink, have fun, be merry, and keep your mitts to yourself. You’re giving booze (for the rest of us responsible people) a bad name, and making it cost FAR TOO MUCH! I’m not sure what I’ll do when August 1st comes around. I don’t even think I’ll notice it. I have 2 assessments due that time anyway, so booze will be the last thing on my mind!! We’ll just wait and see.

Right, now that I’m off that soapbox I’ll just briefly go into my hiatus from Facebook!

Two uni assessments due, lots of reading to do,  housework to be done, and what do I find myself doing? Glued to my Facebook feed. Clicking likes to win prizes I’ll NEVER win, playing awesome stupid addictive games, and being sucked in to a time vortex. Something had to be done, so I cut it. Cut it out. I have enjoyed Facebook for many benefits, but mostly for being able to share one image, one thought, a useless status update with many people. It has connected me with people from my past, and present, and has allowed me to stay in touch with friends who live far away. BUT… it’s a time waster. It really is. You think you can just check one thing, and the next thing you know it’s school pick up time, the tea is cold, and you’re rushing to get things done and be places on time. Since I’ deactivated my account I’ve managed to get a lot done. Uni is caught up, and I feel good. I do miss it, but not in a life is so much worse now I’m not on it way. The one thing I have realised is the amount of businesses, and bands, and people in general, who are using Facebook as their platform for promotion! I’m still on Twitter (and Instagram – I need SOMEWHERE to picspam my kids!), but Facebook is ‘The way’ to do business nowadays I guess? I even hear on the radio, ‘check us out on Facebook’ and I cringe and think UGH, why can’t they just have a good website that can be browsed and updated. What has the Zuckerburger done to us??? What’s next?? Who knows…. but yeah… a Facebook break has been good. I have a mobile phone, and anyone who’s important will know the number, so who needs an FB message to let me know if somethings happening, or someone’s pregnant!! I’ve disconnected, to reconnect!

So WOW… this post was epic and also about not much, basically, a common theme on this blog!! I hope you’re all well. I have almost survived School Holidays – which deserves it’s own blog post – maybe next time I have a spare five minutes!!

Take Care of Yourself.  Shine & Sparkle (and drink responsibly, and with class *in a glass)

Weighing in and running for it

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Things are going well in discovery land, every day is a new day and I need to keep pushing through temptations and trying to make the right choices.

No, I don’t need that cookie at Mrs Fields’, even if it’s called a “nibbler”, how harmful could it be?? I didn’t choose to find out! I was standing longingly at the counter having an internal debate about it being ‘okay’ if I just got one with a coffee. Lucky for me, I’d just been in a few stores and tried on some clothes, fitting into mediums and size 12 dresses!!!! This gave me enough confirmation to walk away, so I did. My hips thank me for it, but even better, the scales today reflected the decision.

Today I jumped on the scales and it’s official! 71.0kgs! (156.2lbs) which makes it an 18kilo loss so far!! My original goal for 12 months was 15-20 kilos, so we’re well on the way to surpassing goals! I also measured myself from the end of the last round and I’ve lost 8cms, mostly off the hips (that’s a very good thing!!!) I started this journey back in September and it has well and truly changed my life and who I am.

I’m hoping, for the sake of myself, that it hasn’t changed me too much. I’ve noticed that I’m always thinking about nutrition and exercise, but I have so many interests that I’ve been losing focus. For example, I haven’t done any creative writing in over a month. This makes me sad. When you’re living a ‘healthy’ lifestyle, or you’re trying to lose weight, you tend to concentrate and start to prioritize in regards to how to go about it. Unfortunately, I’ve neglected to prioritize the other things I love to do too. I must make a conscious effort to do this from now on.

I’ve been doing my dedication run this week and managed to run out another 19kms since my last blog post. I’ve only got 14 to go to have achieved the 45kms nominated. I have honestly found that having to be accountable has pushed me that little bit further, so to everyone that ‘liked’ and ‘commented’ to get me there, I thank you! The kms were for me, but they were also for you! I have a training schedule for a half marathon in 10 weeks that I’m trying to stick to. If I can stick to it, I’ll participate in the Canberra half marathon in April. I’m going to reassess my progress in about 4 weeks and see whether I should enter the 10km or go for broke! Wish me luck!

I’ve been contemplating the next step in my weight loss journey. Last night I was on the bed and pushing through the doona of fat on my belly and contracting my muscles. I was super excited that I could actually feeling my abs contracting every time I squeezed! Don’t get me wrong or let me mislead you, there is still a big belly in the way, and a layer of fat keeping everything nice and snuggly, but the fact that I could feel ‘something’ under there made me focused and determined to not stray from goals.

I have to say, I am determined and I am focused, but I am also very easily understanding how a person can to a point and think that “Oh well, I’ve already lost a bunch of weight, I can give myself a leeway every now and then.” For that I give myself a huge mental and physical slap and remember what it’s taken me to get here. When ‘they’ say blood, sweat and tears, ‘they’ weren’t lying! I’ve been on this journey for six months now and I can’t believe the changes taking place. I just have to remember that. If you have a day where you may stray, pick back up and move along. Just don’t make every day a stray day!

I have to sign up for the next round of the 12WBT and am still contemplating what I’m going to do. I am 2kgs away from my original 69kg goal, but to be in the ‘healthy’ BMI I think I need to be 65ish. I was thinking of doing the Lean and Fit program. I want to keep running, it’s definitely a mind clearer and sense of achievement every time I complete a run, but I also want to start getting stronger. I have limited upper body strength and my core needs more work! If you’ve done these rounds, or have experience with these type of programs I’d love to hear from you. I definitely need to work on the preggy belly and get those abs out and proud!!!

If you’ve never run before and you’d like to give it a try, I’d highly recommend the C25K program, that’s Couch to 5 km.  It will set you up to be running in no time! It starts out nice and easy and very achievable. If you’re an iPhone app freak, you can also download the app from iTunes to help you along! I’d love to hear if you’ve started this, how you’re going with it and what you’re getting out of it, if you start it or have done it!

For everyone doing pre-season of 12WBT let me know how you’re going with it! I’m excited to hear the new journeys and the return journeys!

Until next time! Be Safe and Stay Pretty everyone! Thanks for reading!

Kicking the Can’t Be F***ed Days Away

Last week I had a severe case of the can’t-be-fucked’s (probably not even a word, but it is in my vocab!)

On reflection, I’m thinking those feelings and the ones I have at the moment are a result of lack of sleep.  Who knew sleep was so vital?

For the first time in a long time I went out and enjoyed some mid-week socializing! I attended an EP Launch for a singer I have recently discovered, named Matt Corby. A lot of you may know him from his Australian Idol days, but I didn’t have any idea he was even on the show, up until a few months ago! Anyway, whilst there with friends I indulged in a couple of cocktails. (Thank goodness for the AM work-out!) The cocktails were so yummy! I remember why I love them so much, just not loving the sugar content!!!!! I ended up in bed at 2am and then the next morning was up just after 6 with the kids.  It was the beginning of my two days of falling off the wagon.

For the next two days I decided I just ‘couldn’t be bothered’ working out. I have no idea why after 11 weeks my mind was slipping into this, but again, I’m putting it down to lack of sleep. It had been a few days of late nights, early mornings.  Luckily, on Saturday I attended a run clinic and was able to learn some pretty valuable techniques on efficient running. Although we didn’t do a lot of practical work, it was enough to kick-start my brain and body into get-back-int0-it mode and I realized that while taking the two days off of training was okay, it wasn’t acceptable as a long-term action.  I’ve never ever been a morning person (right, Mum?!) but throughout this program I’ve felt really good about getting up early and getting my workouts over with. This stopped for a few days and I very much enjoyed staying in bed that little while longer!! Unacceptable!

After having the two days off my body was a bit slow to get off the pace. Amazing what happens when you’ve been doing something for so long and then you just stop. Yesterday I finally rid the CBF’s by heading down to the park for a “Pain in the Park” session. I thought it was going to be boxing, but was just as glad that it was an hour circuit workout. Seeing the numbers on the HRM encouraged me to keep going and I felt so much better after it (even if I did still feel really tired). I took off for a quick jog/run around the park and ended up sticking to just under 1km before I realised I probably shouldn’t push myself.

This morning I had to give myself a mental pep-talk and repeat JFDI over and over. It’s the end of the challenge and for some reason I seem to be sabotaging myself by not caring and not wanting to work out. A ridiculous sentiment, considering how far along I’ve come. In the next few weeks as we head into Christmas, we’ll be without the ‘official’ program. Whilst that scares me a little, I know that the mind-set lessons and the knowledge I have gained these last few months will help me to prepare and be organised.  The moral of the story is to JUST F***EN DO IT!! Right? Right? YES!!!! Because saying that you’ll just leave it and doing it ‘tomorrow’ will not get the results today…. 

When I realized I’ve had the CBF’s, I needed to find a way to get myself out of the funk. What was it that would keep me going? I’ve concluded, it’s music. I am loving my re-emergence into the music scene, and especially the folk type music, or any cute guy with a guitar (call me shallow, I say it’s appreciation of talent *nods lots and lots*) I’ve been able to get lost and let my brain shut down and click into go mode by listening to the sweet sounds…And just because you’re here reading this, I feel the need to share some wonderful music with you!

Matt is such a raw and brilliant voice. I have thoroughly enjoyed getting lost in the haunting sounds…

and check out this new guy I also saw and met at the show. An awesome Aussie talent that needs loads of recognition. His songs are powerful and hold such strong messages: Jack Carty

Thanks for reading the mess of words. I thought it important that you know I’m far from perfect and I struggle a lot. The one thing that keeps me going is knowing that during the struggles and the times I just don’t want to go on, I’ve managed to lose over 13.5 kilos. I’m standing taller and I’m smiling more. To me, that alone is worth every struggle and challenge I set myself, both mentally and physically. Don’t forget: If I can do it, so can you!

P.S I felt it important to write this post out and not re-read over it. If I read over it, I would no doubt delete, change or modify what was written. These are my feelings in all their raw glory. For that, I apologise if it’s a bit muddled!!

My Progress in Pictures

This week during the 12WBT we had a weekly surprise to do a video/word blog of our progress so far, and what the program has meant to us. It had to be under 3 minutes, which can be a little difficult when you have a lot to say like I do!  I did a quick 3 minute video that can be found here:

 

I went out for a mid-day workout and during my Super Session Saturday inspiration struck and I came up with an idea for another, longer video. This one expresses a little bit more about how much this has meant to me and what it’s doing to make me who I am. It’s just over 6 minutes, so it didn’t qualify for the ‘challenge’, but I’m kinda happy with it. I hope you enjoy.

 

 

Mini Milestone Week 8 Smashed

My running bib and spot prize "visor" I won

Holy Grilled Cheesus what have I done?!?! That’s exactly what I thought Saturday morning after picking up our running bib and timing chip for the Brooks Spring into Shape Race 2, at Parramatta Park. You see, my husband and I talked ourselves into changing our distance from 4km to 8km!!!

It’s been seven years since I’ve ‘ran’ any distance of length and I guess I was up for the challenge??  Definitely up for the challenge! It was a beautiful Sydney morning and hubs and I had left the kids at the in-laws and headed into Parramatta. Due to changing the distance we had time up our sleeves, so we popped home and had a quick coffee! Nothing like that little extra oomph to help out! I was actually nervous. I knew in my heart that I could do this, but it was such a big step. I’d been on YouTube checking out running videos and technique to brush up and to prevent injury, and I was raring to go!

Watching everyone come over the line for the 4k race was great and I tried to clap for everyone, knowing that it’s such a huge effort to get out and do any type of distance. I spent the 20 minutes before the start reining in my excitement and nervous energy so that I could use it to my advantage!

Hubs and I at the START - why are we smiling?? We're crazy! We're just about to torture ourselves and we're smiling!

A quick group warm-up and we were ready. I would say there were about a hundred participants, and when the buzzer went off, we all pushed forward.  I had my iPod on and my ‘running track’ music pumping the whole way. The km markers seemed like they were a great distance apart (ha-ha, yeah yeah, I Know, they were 1k apart!!) but each time I saw them I pushed that little bit harder. Going around the first time and onto the second lap I knew I’d made the right choice to change to the 8k. I felt extremely determined. I wasn’t worried about my time, although I was trying to get less than 8 minutes because that is what I’d been doing on my regular flat runs.

The scenery was lovely (erm..I may be talking about the shirtless footy players that had finished training, sorry hunnnni!!) One of the great things about running is anyone can do it! There were so many people of different ages, different shapes and sizes!  With each step I took I knew that this was the right choice for my mini-milestone. As I was coming onto the 7k marker, my iPod switched to “This is the best thing that has ever happened to me” and I couldn’t help but break into a huge smile. This whole journey, the 12WBT journey, has truly been the best journey I’ve had in a very, very, very, very, long time, if not ever!   My husband had left me behind half way through, he’s taller and slightly faster and I didn’t want to hold him back! It was really great to run into the final few metres and have him with me, smiling and encouraging me!!!

The adrenaline shot through me as I crossed the finish line, knowing I had finished it! I had run the 8kms in approximately 1 hour 2 minutes! (There’s been a glitch in the system and my time hasn’t been recorded. I sent an email and they’re having the timing manager look into it).  I walked a few times, to catch my breath and recover, but I am really happy with my efforts!

We did IT!!! Now we can smile and have a valid reason!!! Mini-milestone SMASHED!

I just want everyone to know that being in the right frame of mind and challenging yourself will reap the most awesome benefits!!! I feel great and can’t wait until we do our next event!  I’m also going to do a running clinic at the end of the month, to get to the right ‘tools’ to succeed. I’m definitely looking forward to that!

Weigh-In Wednesday Week 5

I have a confession to make. I have always been one of these people that wanted to lose weight and I would tell myself, eat a salad, drink more water, it’ll be okay you can exercise tomorrow. I was never committed to it and in my own way I was talking myself into making it seem okay to pick up the chips or eat the cheese and bikkies with a glass of wine. I was ‘all talk’. Disney was correct in saying, “the way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.”  I remember the exact moment I made the decision to join the Michelle Bridges 12 week body transformation. We were at Mums and she had made a beautiful roast, as she is prone to do! I was tucking into the remains of the cauliflower cheese and I felt heavy and full, but I couldn’t stop. I had a reality moment and knew that if I did this for the rest of my life, I wasn’t going to be happy with myself and I wasn’t going to be happy in general.

I need to make a CHANGE. I needed to do something for myself, and to make everything click into place. Of course I knew I needed the right tools for this. I’m so glad I bit the bullet and spent the money. It’s only 5 weeks into the 12 week program and hubs and I have already commented on what a cheap investment it’s been. You can’t put a price on health and happiness, cliche I know, but it’s the truth. A builder can’t build a house without the right tools, just like a person can’t change their lifelong habits without the right tools. Michelle has been able to give that to us.

I’m not saying the last five weeks have been easy. At times they have been hard, however it’s amazing what happens when you put the pressure aside and just do things. I’ve spent many a day pouting and not ‘wanting’ to do exercise, but while I’m pouting I’m thinking, If I don’t get up and do at least 20 minutes, then what am I going to achieve? Nothing..Nothing will change, it will be the same as it always has been, which was unhappy. Why would I want to keep making myself unhappy?  With a kick in the pants I usually complete a work-out DVD and feel fantastic afterwards. Of course I usually feel exhausted, but I know that I’ve given it my all and contributed to the change that is happening within me. 20 minutes is not a large commitment of time within a 24 hour period, but it’s a hell of a lot of time in life.

I never thought I would be excited to eat healthy, fresh food or to exercise. Coming from the girl who spent a lot of her teenage years sleeping all day on the weekends or eating Chips and Gravy, this has been a long time coming. It’s true when you hear that if you don’t enjoy it, you won’t succeed. However, I find that although I might not like what I’m doing at the time (plank position is NOT easy!) I know that the burn I am feeling and the pain is worth it in the end! Yesterday, I went out to complete my 2nd part to my fitness test. The 1km run. Back at the beginning of the program I clocked 11:40 for 1km. Poor poor form, however we know that I haven’t been moving or exercising in a long time. I set off to prove to myself that the last five weeks haven’t been nothing. I knew I was going to improve on that time. I started with a brisk walk to warm up and then set the Runkeeper app to pace me, however I forgot to factor in the 30 minute walk – 2 minute steady jog – then the 1 km run. I made it to 800 meters when it told me my average pace was 10:40. I knew this was impossible! I was huffing and puffing and pushing myself. I stopped and checked the app and realised I’d set myself up with the extra time, which wouldn’t calculate correctly. *Insert face-palm here*. I took a two minute rest and re-set the app to a solid 1km program to actually time me correctly. I set off and pushed myself as hard as I could. I knew the only way I would succeed is to push… push through the burn and breathe…. I think the results speak for themselves:

The fact that I shaved 3.38 minutes off my 1km time in only five weeks is testament to the program. If I hadn’t lost any weight, at least I know my fitness is improving. I feel like I’ve always been healthy, but never quite fit! I plan on smashing this time again in four weeks, but I want to come back to the enthusiasm issue. I was so excited that I’d done this that I pushed myself for a light jog home, but would you believe, I was jogging with a Smile! I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I had proved to myself that I could do it and I did it! I’m sure I looked a little crazy to the people I was passing on the path, but I didn’t care. Even when I saw the two extremely fit female joggers pass me I didn’t care. I knew I’d made a personal decision to change myself and I have; I am.

This brings me to today’s week five weigh-in. I said last week that I could taste the ten kilo mark and I am determined to get there as fast as I can. I think I knew that I would have to push hard this week, to make it count and so I did. Going the little extra and making myself move is paying off. I truly understand the quote I’ve put up on the left. Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out.  It’s not something that will happen overnight, or by doing something one off. You need to constantly work at it and know that the small efforts you are putting in, whether it be saying No to a glass of champagne *sobs* or saying Yes to the opportunity to go for a walk. It all pays off. I really am making an effort not to get hung up in numbers. By overcoming the need to constantly see the numbers changing, but to actually stop and listen to my body and know that I am feeling better, both physically and mentally, I know that I am already a success. I’ll admit, seeing the numbers move is definitely incentive and adds to the feeling.

I’m excited and proud to give you the results for this week:

I am so incredibly proud and excited at these numbers. I knew after small losses I needed to put in the time and effort to achieve the results. I’m very happy that my body hasn’t let me down!!!

Like I said earlier, this whole situation is far from easy, there are struggles and self-doubt and sometimes I have a split second moment of wanting to give up. Then I snap out of it and realise how stupid that is, considering the great results I’m achieving! I feel like a better person inside, I feel happier and although have the three kids can sometimes make me feel like I’m going completely crazy, I know that I’m handling it a lot better and I don’t feel so ‘stressed’. I want to throw things and say I can’t believe all the cliches are right, but they are… you will feel better, you will notice a difference and you will be making a change for life.  I saw the below image of Facebook this week and have decided to print it out and put it on the bathroom mirror.  It’s a great self mantra to have.

That’s it for today, thanks for reading the ramble! I believe it’s the longest post I’ve had to date!! It’s a Double Celebration so I had double to talk about!!!!  I absolutely love hearing from everyone, and the encouraging messages I’m receiving on Facebook and Twitter are keeping me excited and determined! Thank You!!!

Oh and being called a Legend by Michelle Bridges, kind of helps!

Cupcakes… Nuff Said

For those that don’t know me–I love Cupcakes.

It’s true. I love them. I love looking at them. I love smelling them. I love buying them. I love eating them! I’d say I love to bake them, which I do, but honestly, I’m more than happy just to eat them! My favourite is the good old vanilla cake with vanilla butter-cream frosting. The bottom left picture on the right montage are from my favourite bakery in Sydney, My Little Cupcake They are divine, delicious, amazing and mouth-watering. I love them!

Every Wednesday my son goes to daycare. Usually my 1 & 2 year old and I go to the local cafe and indulge in a coffee and cupcakes (obviously, they have babycinos and I have the ‘cawfee’) and we spend a little ‘girl time’ together. I miss those days.

Since being on the program I haven’t had a cupcake. I feel like I’m dying inside. Okay, not really, but I do miss those tiny morsels of goodness that you don’t have to share with anyone else. Depending on where you get a cupcake from really determines the calories. While there are quite a few places that have minimal calories, I’m afraid of the ‘other’ ingredients in them. What makes them taste so good? It’s probably not something that’s really good for you! Anyway, I digress….. The reason for sharing this is because I’ve been able to rein in my self-sabotage control and know that I don’t need a cupcake every week to make myself happy. As much as I want, I want something more. I want to be happy with myself and I want to like my body. Unfortunately the humble little cupcake doesn’t factor into this equation. I still love cupcakes, I’ll always love cupcakes, so I’ve compromised.

Next year there is a huge meet-up in Las Vegas, NV for an online community I’m a part of. I would love nothing more than to make it over there. First, I need a job (I didn’t get the job I applied for, a completely devastating blow to me but we’re moving on) and then I need to come up with the money for the trip. Everyone knows that every little bit helps, so I’ve bought myself a little incentive. Instead of eating a cupcake, I’ll now use it to save! Presenting…my cute new Cupcake Money Box!!

Things I’ve learned so far: You don’t need to sacrifice the things you love, you  just need to find a way to work around them. I’m working my way around wanting to eat cupcakes by using that money I would have spent on one (at least $3-$4) and putting it into this money box, so that I can fulfill a dream of going to Las Vegas, NV and also visiting friends in the States that I haven’t seen for a very very very long time. Wish me luck. At this stage, there is no money tree in the back yard, but like this weight-loss journey has taught me: If you hunger for something enough, it will happen.

I’m Discovering Myself One Jog at a Time

Today I was feeling really lazy. I don’t know why, but my motivation had parked itself and didn’t want to move!

A gentle reminder to myself - No Excuses Allowed

It got until late afternoon and I realised I really needed to exercise in some way. I needed to, but what was I going to do? I was going a little stir crazy with the kids and my husband must have realised as he suggested I go for a run again. (We’ll call it a jog from now on, because that’s what it is!)

I think that this week, my Jack Russell Terrier couldn’t love me anymore! She is absolutely thrilled with the jogs and we’ll be going at it for ages and she still has the energy to run around the off leash dog park!

Today I’m celebrating a new discovery! A discovery that the 12 week body transformation program does work! I know, we’re only in week 3 and it’s pretty early for me to be talking, but let me prove that point.

When I did my fitness test almost 3 weeks ago, my 1km run timed at 11:40 (terrible terrible!!!)

I’ve only been out for a couple of jogs in the last 3 weeks, the biggest one being on the Saturday, 6k journey. Today I managed to keep a steady pace and get my average to 10.10 mins a km and I actually peaked at 8.06mins a km! Whereas in the Fitness test I could only ‘jog’ for a minute at a time before I was huffing and puffing and having to stop to a walk, I managed a good 8.30 solid non-stop steady jog.

I’m using a Runkeeper app on my iPhone and it’s fantastic. It has a ‘coaching’ section and gives me verbal prompts (over the sound of the rocking Workout Mix I have) so that I am always on track. With it, I managed to do almost 4k’s today!!!

I know it’s not much, but to me, it’s a discovery of an ability I knew I had inside. It’s refreshing to get outside and to see new parts to the neighbourhood. I “may” be taking the dog along so that she can drag me along when I feel like giving up!!!

Bring on Daylight savings, so I can keep these outdoor cardio sessions Alive!!!

Climbing the Hills

This weekend seemed to be more of a struggle than usual; I’m not sure why.

Could it be that we’re heading into week 3 and we’re now becoming established with expectations?

Could it be that it’s that time when I’m starting to waiver in my follow-through?

I’m not quite sure. I do know that although I feel like I’ve been ‘off my game’ a little, in the same moment I can also say I achieved some pretty big milestones as well.

I guess I should stick with getting rid of all the negative things, pushing them away and focussing on the good.

I’ll get the negative out of the way so that we can be done with it!

I didn’t do very well in regards to food this weekend. In saying that, I probably didn’t do terrible, but for me I feel like I let myself down.

My husband has been struck down with the gastro bug *thank goodness no one else has it!* so I’ve been solo on food prep. I’ve stuck to the plan as much as possible. I miscalculated by Saturday calories and ended up indulging in a glass of wine thinking I had plenty to spare. When I double checked a calorie count on an ingredient I was horrified to see, I’d miscalculated by almost 100 calories ..ugh, which means I could have done without the wine. When we got to Sunday it had been 2 rainy days and the kids were stir crazy so a trip to the movies was in order. I’d had a couple of cups of tea and had been thinking about breakfast, but didn’t realise until I was driving to the movies at 9.15am that I hadn’t eaten anything. I’m confessing now that Popcorn and Diet Coke were all that I ate until 2pm when I got home (except for the coffee). For shame – I made sure that when I got home I had a healthy sandwich, and although I’d stopped for coffee on the way home I resisted the temptation of the pastries and pies in the bakery and the hot chips I could smell from the kebab shop.

This leads me into the positives of the weekend. Although I didn’t eat as well as I should have, by that I mean definitely didn’t eat ‘enough’ for the day on Sunday, I did manage to resist those impulse empty calorie purchases from the past. This is something to be celebrated! Not only am I helping my hips, also helping my pockets! I really do struggle all the time with not buying things to just ‘tie me over’ and to ‘cure the sweet tooth, the savoury tooth’. The recipes on the plan are actually great and it’s so nice to have so much fresh food and to feel the difference in portion sizes!

My major achievement that I’m here to celebrate is my Saturday work out.

As I’ve previously posted, I have managed to run before and run a distance, but in my current un-fit state I couldn’t even imagine. Saturday morning I did a warm up workout with my Ripped in 30 DVD and then I grabbed the dog (a Jack Russell Terrier) and my iPhone (love free apps) and I went for a walk/jog. I have an app that allows for ‘coaching’ so it prompts me. I am using this is my ‘learn to run’ again program. It was immensely helpful, telling me to start jogging, or to walk for 15-30 seconds before jogging again. (My HRM actually BROKE on Saturday so I couldn’t use that – another story – annoying, hoping to return it this week) I didn’t have any way of really know how many calories I was burning and on Saturday you’re meant to burn more than usual. I decided to just go and see where it took me. Having the dog with me really helped. I walked up many many hills (hence the title of the page!) and my legs were burning, but we kept going. Small steps, light jogs – moving, moving, moving. I went all over the place and discovered a whole industrial area just over the hill, behind my house! Who knew?! As a beginner I tried not to push myself so I ended up getting to 2min30 second bursts of non-stop steady pace running, 15 second walk and repeating. In the end, I managed to go 6kms! I was shocked and amazed and really damn happy!

Oh and on Sunday – I totally felt those 6kms in my legs, bum and thighs!! (this is a good thing right?!)

So with the bad, there is some good and, it’s a new week and a time to get back on track. I’m going to release the issues I’ve had and keep moving forward. Today and tomorrow are all new days and lessons are learned and carried on. We’ll see how everything is going on Wednesday Weigh-In!!!

Overcoming Week 2 Hurdles

Not gonna lie – I’m a little disappointed!!! In the same breathe, I”m a little excited!!! How can this be, you ask?

Well…. today Mum came with us to watch the kids have their swimming lessons (Hi Mum, have I told you lately how proud I am of your achievements, and YES I can notice and difference already! Woot Woot!) and when we came home I insisted she look over my Heart Rate Monitor instructions to see if she could get it to work. I mean, what else are Mum’s for, but for fixing problems, plus I knew she could do it *winks at Mum!*

She indeed DID get my Heart Rate Monitor working and Wahoooooo we started to celebrate with the fact that I could finally get a calories burned reading and proper Heart Beats per Minute! I was eager to get this show on the road and finally get those calorie numbers up. Up until today, I’ve been using a ‘calorie estimator’ to determine how much I’ve done. Well…didn’t I get a rude shock when I started working out and the numbers very very slowly started moving. After 20 minutes of Zumba we were still in the double digits. *scoffs* Not good enough!! I then put on a Jillian Michaels Ripped in 30 DVD and went hard for another 20 minutes; just getting into the triple digits now. *scoffs – are you freakin kidding me* I was under the assumption that I should be aiming for 400-500 calories burning a day. Oh my goodness. I put on an Intensity Cardio DVD and started huffing, puffing, jumping and moving and after 30 minutes the HRM finally clocked over 200. That was it, I was exhausted! I’d done 70 minutes, but had only burned 215 calories *insert sad face* I mean – What the FIRETRUCK is that all about?!? The calorie estimator tells me I should have burned almost 600 calories.

What do I do? I’ve been really kinda bummed out about it, but after a hot shower and some reflection I’ve decided I need to pull myself out of the funk I’ve been in for the past couple of days and be really proud of myself for getting up off the couch and actually Moving. I haven’t moved this much in over 10 years, and for that I need to stop beating myself up and be happy. I guess through this whole journey it’s going to take small steps to make a big reality, but as I’ve said before…I’m a now kinda gal, and this challenge is definitely making me pull myself into line!

I’m sticking to the food plan, and even if I’m not a fan of the meals, I”m making sure I keep under the 1200 calorie a day range. I feel better. I think I’m sleeping a little better (I think I’d sleep fantastic, if I didn’t have kids coming in at all hours of the night) and although I’m wishing for major changes, I’m being realistic and saying that I think I can feel and see some small changes in my body.

Another MAJOR challenge I have to overcome is Scales..Yup, you read right… Scales. I’m having an emotional relationship with our set of scales right now, and I need to break up with them. You see the problem is, I want to step on them…all-the-time. I want to know what I’m doing is working and I want to see that in numbers. Now, I know this is WRONG and that’s why I’m working hard on the break up. They are a pretty red colour, but I know I must not be tempted. I must work to stay off them until Wednesday Weigh-Ins. I find that if I jump on them and it moves in a direction I’m not particularly fond of, it can set off my mood for the rest of the day/night. I’m writing this out, so that I can be accountable to NOT step on the scales but once a week!!!!!

Cue Pic of Scales with a big red X through them – Gen – DO NOT STEP on the scales unless it’s Weigh-In Wednesday!!

That’s it for now, I’m off the weekend to hopefully “Smash it” and get some cals burned! My usual Friday night Wine is put on hold for a few months, and although I miss it, I’ll replace it with tea and dream of how stealthy I’ll look holding a glass of vino with my new slim fingers!!! (you may laugh at that visual..I did!) And I’ll work on the triple P theory:

Until next time…..

Oh Oh Oh and Let me take this opportunity to say a Great Big WAY TO GO to my husband who’s taken this whole lifestyle change on with a complete amount of Positive and is seeing the effects of it himself! I’m also already seeing a difference, as are the scales! Way to go Babe! x

Wednesday Weigh-In Week 2

 

I have to be honest and tell you that I was scared to get up this morning and weigh myself. I have been eating right and I’ve been moving at any opportunity I can but I also feel that in the last 2-3 days I haven’t done as much calorie burning as I possibly could. I’m not sure what happened to my mind-set but it started to lag. I knew this would come, just didn’t realise it would come so soon! We’re only a week and a half into the challenge and we have a long way to go so I have to pull myself together and keep going!

After weigh-in this morning I can now say that I am more than motivated to move. I was worried I wouldn’t lose or it would be a small loss, and although a loss is a loss I was looking for numbers. I was thrilled when I weighed myself! Half asleep I managed to read through the scales and see the numbers have dropped!

We are now down a TOTAL of:

 

I am absolutely astonished, excited and amazed and completely, utterly motivated to keep those numbers moving!

The self-control is a lot less challenging than I thought. I went to Gloria Jean’s yesterday and when I would usually indulge in a Banana Bread or Pear & Raspberry Bread (yum) I actually bought some fruit & nut mix (after checking the packet!) Mochas are still my vice but I’ve cut down rapidly!

I am enjoying the food on the program and find that at night it’s quite enjoyable cooking something new and cooking with fresh ingredients. When I ‘plate up’ and we sit down at the table it’s a nice feeling, and then realising that the portion sizes are ‘more than enough’ makes me think of all those meals that I piled on my plate and ate, regardless of whether I needed that much, or most likely, I didn’t!

I think I’ve managed to get a Double Jogger pram from someone, just need to arrange to pick it up. If I do then I plan on having Cooper ride his bike and the girls in the pram while I go for a jog! On the days Cooper is at day-care, or next year, he’ll be at school, I’ll be able to pop the girls in and get out and move, move, move! I was at the park the other day and Cooper insisted we play chasings – who knew a 4 year old could out run a 32 year old! Wow, that was a reality check to get fit!

We’re only in the middle of week 2 but I’m ready to keep going. Goals seem achievable now, more than ever.  I never thought I’d be able to shift the first 5 kilos, but that’s because I’ve never really tried before. If I’d known it was this easy, I would have done it a long time ago!

 

 

Just keep Moving - Just keep Moving...

 

On an end note, I’d like to send a special shout-out to my Mummy! Mum has struggled with her weight for a long time, due to a lot of things. After spending time with her, she’s now on a mission to get her health back on track and has started walking on her treadmill and making the right food choices! I’m so proud of that! Together, we can support each other…although…I still do love your chicken schnitzel, rissoles and cauliflower cheese, Mum! Maybe next time, I’ll just have to have ‘smaller’ portions…not the whole container!!!!!   x

 

Mum - this is me giving you a high-five! Keep Going Keep Going!

 

 

I also forgot to mention that I tweeted to Mish when the kids were working out with me! I showed her the blog post and got this response:

Knowing Mish is on my side HELPS keep me moving!

week one – check

 

 

Hello! I’m here I’m here I swear!!  Week one is complete and I know I haven’t blogged a lot but I wasn’t sure how to put into words some of the things that have been going through my head this week.

I’m going to use a major cliche here and say that Week One of 12wbt has been a Roller Coaster of emotions!!!

Cue cheesy pic of a roller coaster to represent emotions...

I’ve been sticking to my guns and I’ve been doing the work. The food has been interesting and a big lesson in portion sizes!  In fact it was good to see that for our “treat meal” we stuck to healthy foods and couldn’t even finish our plates! One of the best things to come out of my challenge is that my husband is now on board 150% more than he was before and has become a ‘calorie counter’. I mean that in every sense of the word! Now, before he eats anything, he double checks what’s ‘in it’ and ‘how much’ and is it ‘worth it’ … I kinda love that about him!

I think also, one of my biggest hurdles to get over, is my impatience! I am extremely impatient and want things NOW!! I know that this is impossible and all good things will happen to those who work for it sooooo…..

 

 

I’m looking forward to Wednesday Weigh-In and will continue to work hard on my  and my 

after all, the valuable lesson to be learned and earned is we have to work hard to get what we want!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Jumping the small hurdles

Today I felt good about a choice I made. Friday is our swimming lesson day for the 2 older kids. A usually hectic morning that then sees up hopping over to McDonalds for a bite to eat. It doesn’t help that the McDonalds is right next to the swim school and they have a massive playground that the kids beg to go and play on.

I usually grab myself a ‘meal deal’ and eat it with regret, because really…it does NOT taste great to me, it’s …easy.

Today I compromised. I let the kids go over and play and have fun, but instead of ordering an easy, wasted calorie meal, I just went with a skim coffee. I didn’t miss the food and the only thing I longed for was the delicious looking new McFlurrys they’ve started selling. Way to challenge my resistance Maccas!

It made me feel good that I was strong enough to bypass the voices and make a decision not to eat the food.

I like coffee. I enjoy coffee. I hope they don’t tell me I can’t have any coffee. I’m happy to drink in moderation, but won’t ever be able to eliminate it. Here’s my yummy coffee of the day:

Emotions: Content, Happy

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