Rock bottom… kind of

I am pretty sure that you don’t come here for updates on my weight :). Hell *I* don’t come here to update on my weight! But I have hit rock bottom. Or rather I have hit peak weight…. but either way I thought I had hit it before… and then evidently I realised that the bottom was made of delicious chocolate coated, deep fried deliciousness and I just kept eating…. which is kind of humiliating… kind of expected. Exercise and fitness is NOT something that comes naturally to me. I am the girl who skipped gym class by having my period every single week. Then when that stopped working I played off of having a bone deformity in my wrists (which is actually real) which unfortunately meant that anything requiring contact (hitting things) or twisting motions (throwing things) or fast movements (throwing things) or putting pressure on my wrists (pushups) was out. To be perfectly honest all of those things are true, but none of them affect my legs… or my ability to at least TRY and participate.

Since I left school I have had a very up and down relationship with my weight. After leaving Tinman for the first time I fell in love with walking the dog and we would walk for 5km every day, then I graduated to the gym, but then I took it too too far and ended up with all sorts of disordered patterns (working out for a couple of hours once or twice a day, 5 or 6 days per week while not really eating allot).

So once I got pregnant with Moody a couple of years later I just ate everything and I ballooned from about 50kg to over 80 and that is where I stayed until I decided after Mayhem was born that I needed to do SOMETHING, not necessarily fitness related but I felt like I was stagnating, like the world was passing me by. So I took up running. I set my sights on the Bridge Run, a 10km course that ran over the Sydney Harbour Bridge and I attacked it. I ran it in September of 2013 and between the training for that and breastfeeding I pretty much shed the weight like it was nothing (except slogging it around the neighbourhood for an hour at a time in the cold and the rain several times a week… you know … nothing). I ran the race in 2013 (so the year after he was born) and was so proud of myself. But then I stopped again.

I lost allot of weight after Tinman left me this time around. Which was 3 years ago. I have a MOUNTAIN of size 12 clothes in my wardrobe that I can’t wear because unfortunately the heartbreak diet has a limited effectiveness span and I ran out the clock without really thinking about doing what I needed to do to stay where I was.

So here I am again, and wondering what the hell happened. So this is kind of me coming out, acknowledging that something needs to change. Not just because I want back into those size 12 clothes but also because I want to feel good again, instead of waking up sore, and spending days hobbling around, having sore knees and hips and shoulders…. so back to Fitness Fridays it will be.

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Study Tips – My To Do List

Through out the last few years I have really struggled with prioritising my workload, between home duties and uni I have often been completely frazzled before week 3! Let alone by the end of semester, and that can be tracked by how fast my blog posts trailed off.

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3 weeks into a double study load… and we are still OK

So we are now into week 3 of the Uni Semester. And I am still here! All of my TAFE work has been submitted on time which is a huge plus. I was worried that by this stage i would be rocking in a corner somewhere.

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Starting to think I have bitten off more than I can chew….

This week is orientation week at uni. The week when traditionally the unit plans and schedules are rolled out to the trembling mass of students who are either chomping at the bit to get started or curled in a ball rocking under the chair… I am somewhere in between.

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Flying monkey from no where!

This Monday I was wandering through the local shop with the kids. It was MUCH later than normal but between TAFE work and procrastination I hadn’t gotten dinner yet. I looked like hell because I had been busy all day and planning on working out since that morning so I hadn’t showered, hadn’t washed my hair, hadn’t put on makeup… I looked like hell.

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Routine is starting to form once again

So once again the new school year has hit, and the first week was tough. But now that we are in week three we are once again starting to find our groove.

Last week Tinman’s parents babysat the kids for me on Tuesday while I finished up at TAFE, my classes run an extra hour after they get out. According to all reports it went well. Then after on Friday the kids went to a friend’s house where she sat with them until 4:30ish, that is the new weekly routine until the In-Laws go away at which point my hairdresser friend will take them both days. But aside from that I have been able to do drop off and pick ups every other day. The drop offs are earlier than they used to be, and the kids object to being reefed out of bed a half hour earlier than they are used to… but we make it work.

I am still trying to cram some exercise into my routine. It’s not working that well unfortunately. I need to get up a half hour earlier but can’t seem to manage it. Mind you I am also going to sleep later than I would prefer simply because my brain often refuses to switch off. It reminds me of being pregnant and those nights sitting up watching incredibly bad infomercials. This is why I have a TotalGym… I still don’t regret that purchase. But it makes getting up that extra half hour earlier SO. MUCH. HARDER. I am not a morning person at the best of times. I really struggle with getting up, so getting up after a late night to do something that I kinda don’t want to is even harder. That said though I NEEEEEED to find the motivation, and I have no doubt that if I can just build the habit I will be fine….. ugh.

The kids have adjusted to being back at school pretty well… in fact they are killing it pretty much. It’s reassuring that I can drop them off nice and early and they are happy to go. Xander hops out of the car and toddles to the front gate (god forbid that I actually walk him inside the gate… all of a sudden my boy is ashamed of his old daggy mum….). Then I drop the kids off to sit in the school hall for 5 minutes or so while I jet off to class. The younger two come home and do their reading and home work right away and probably the best investment that I have made in the last few weeks has been the $25 I spent at the local op-shop for our chairs around the front room table. It gives the kids a dedicated place to work which as it turns out has been awesome.

New school year, new challenges

This week signalled the start of a brand new school year. Moody is now officially a high-school kid with his transition to year seven, and Mischief and Mayhem are now both in their junior years of primary school and I have changed from purely online study at university to also doing on campus study with TAFE.

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