I’ve probably written this before, but man I hate the term yummy mummy. It kind of makes me gag and screw up my face. As long-term readers may have figured out, labels ending or beginning with ‘mum’ or ‘mummy’ really annoy me. From everything women with children do being mummy labelled to the whole ‘super mum’ thing, I think it’s inherently sexist but in such a way that it passes under the radar and is happily used to continue gender stereotypes.
I’ve never heard the term ‘delicious dad’ bandied around and until I do (or a lip-smackingly good equivalent) I will have nothing to do with yummy mummy. Well, now I’ve got that off my chest I can put away my feminist ranty pants and actually write the post I sat here to write.
Every Friday I load Hugo into the pram, drop Jarvis off to daycare and keep walking down to the local park to take part in a Mums and Prams fitness class. I started when Hugo was nine weeks old and the reason I did so had nothing to do with quickly dropping my baby weight or being a yummy mummy, but everything to do with why I blog here. I was saving my sanity. Continue reading
I mentioned a little while back that my besty Kate had embarked upon a weightloss journey on the Michelle Bridge’s 12 week body transformation program and started a blog to chart her progress (to catch up, click here).
Well, the 12 weeks wrapped up a couple of weeks back and I was so proud to be one of Kate’s guests at the presentation party here in Brisbane, where a whole heap of 12WBT-ers from around of Australia converged to let their hair down following a massive workout led by Michelle that morning.
Kate had by the end of the program lost 22.4kg and almost 55cm from around her body. I was so proud and in awe of her achievement and on the night of the party she looked incredible and so, so happy. Continue reading
I never thought this day would come; I am attempting to run.
The decision just kind of crept up on me. Like I was gingerly leading myself towards trying it out, while I remained fixed in my view of myself as an uncoordinated, unsporty type who exercises out of necessity only and not a deep love.
But then as I witnessed my friend Kate smashing her own exercise goals (have you checked out Return of the Mackie, yet?) I thought it was time to set some new goals of my own. As we discussed our mutual lack of running skills, the conversation morphed into doing the C25K program. And out of my brain chatter of excuses, leapt one prominent thought, ‘Why not?’. And at that moment I resolved to give it a go and see where it took me. Continue reading
Yesterday I went for my first morning walk since I was struck down by the dreaded vomiting bug. It felt good to be moving and feeling healthy again (another thing to be grateful for).
I was waiting at the lights, with J in his pram when a fellow walker went past and beamed a smile at me while saying good morning. I smiled back and responded in kind and she said ‘good on you for getting out walking … I know that it’s hard with a young child’.
She was really genuine and lovely and it really made my day. It reminded me that a smile and a compliment really goes a long way. And it’s free. Continue reading
I blogged some time ago about ‘getting fit’- see here, oh and here – and regular readers may have noticed a certain silence surrounding this issue ever since.
It’s true I had the best of intentions, but I don’t think I really wanted it enough. I had some vague goals, ‘tone up’, loose a few kgs, feel fitter … but the truth was, I was at the point where I felt I ‘ought to’ do something about it, rather than feeling like I ‘had to’.
Last week, after it had been simmering under the surface for many weeks, I felt like those last few kilos just had to go. I needed to lose weight – something I didn’t want to admit to myself before … I was hiding behind ‘get fit’ and ‘tone up’ euphemisms, to try and cajole myself to do something about it, but it just wasn’t motivation enough. I was avoiding the scales, comforting myself with sweet things and just sticking my head in the sand. Continue reading
A couple of weeks back I posted about my quest for fitness. By blogging about it, I was hoping I’d feel accountable and get off my arse and do something. But nope, here I am still parking that arse of mine and finding a myriad of excuses why I can’t exercise. I know I need to exercise. I want to feel healthy and fit. I want to feel less flabby and more fabby. I feel my body is itching to move, but my head is far behind, thinking about the contents of the pantry and fridge.
To be fair to myself, it has been a hectic few weeks with visitors, birthday party, trip for work (all equalling copious amounts of eating) but now I feel f(l)atter than before.
Like many, I have a love/hate relationship with exercise – I hate alot of forms of exercise, yet I love how it makes me feel after I’ve done it. I know there is no quick and easy fix. I’ve just got to get out there and pound the pavement day after day until I start feeling stronger again. Continue reading
I am writing this from the promise of the weekend. Where plans can be made without weekday pressures, where oaths can be made to oneself that the next week will be the beginning of something new.
But today is Monday, a day where the promises we made to ourselves can so easily be thrown aside for a sneaky Kit Kat from the vending machine, when tiredness gives way to popping on the slippers instead of lacing up the runners.
Today, I go on the record to say ‘this week will be different’. It’s a phrase that has echoed in my mind for months, but resolve weakens as soon as I have to actually DO something about it. Continue reading