Wednesday 23 May 2012

Make it hurt!

It's 12.30pm, I've just devoured a salad sandwich, full of salad mind you, it was one of those messy ones that you'd rather be eating at home than in a public place.  I certainly gave the kids a run for their money, Little Bear and Miss S are five and Mr Spagetti is three and they still make such a mess when they eat, it's quite ridiculous.  They have manners and I insist they use them, they must sit at the table until they've finished and they try really hard to use cutlery for the majority of the meal, I understand fingers are often quicker and to be honest if they're intent on getting the food in quickly than two things, they are eating a healthy meal and my efforts (this time) were  worth it.  So I'm now having a cuppa and have just eaten 2 rows of top deck (please ignore this), actually it was 3 rows, however I have also just carted a very large wheelbarrow of wood from the wood shed to the bottom of the back steps and then carted armfuls (about 10-12kg) up the steps into the wood basket about 6-7 times (take note of that part).  I am feeling great!  Why???
About six weeks ago I was invited by a good friend Mrs Spunky to join a fitness group Crabtree Fitness Profesionals.  Great idea I thought, I'd just started walking six km on Mondays and was enjoying the uplifting feeling, of both my spirit and my buttocks.  An added bonus was that my little ones could come and play with the other children, I just had to turn up......that easy!  So after arriving on day one of my new Wednesday routine, I was all smiles, the sun was shining and all of the women were really lovely and of varied ages, and weights.  Off we went full of enthusiasm,  jogging and jumping and lunging and twisting our way through the 45min class. Whoa, I thought I was going to vomit, what a shock to my system.  With a laugh we all made it back to our cars, we were all in pain but you couldn't wipe the smiles of our faces, we had done it and week by week our fitness and energy levels were going to rise!
Now here I am 6 weeks in and I love it, when it gets hard (and we expect it to)  we make jokes and laugh our way through and then when it gets harder (which it does) we call out to each other with encouragement.  By the end of the session we are relieved and proud, so, so proud.
Here I am now feeling healthier, sexier, more confident, content and happy and it's all due to one little hour of my time focused on me!  My advice is to get out there! Be happy, surprise yourself and clear your mind. x

Tuesday 8 May 2012

One month to go

My three year old is on the couch.  He'd been put to bed 10 minutes earlier, tucked in tight, warm milk and a kiss.   This had lasted long enough for me to sit down with a cuppa and blanket also tucked in tightly.  He is now looking at me from the couch while crunching on lolly-pop left overs, I should be over there quick as a flash removing the sticky mess and straight back to bed for him.  I'm not, obviously, I'm here writing.  
My husband works away, I usually do not bring it up  however he's supposed to be there now on that couch looking at me.  We were supposed to have one more night together before he's three am departure for four weeks.  We've been robbed of twelve precious hours together and it's a shock to my system. I miss him.  So it's time to keep busy, the first few hours are the hardest.  My girls had tears in their eyes today saying goodbye to daddy and tomorrow my son will call out excitedly to dad before realizing  that he's not here and that he misses him.  I will feel lonely and hope that he's okay without his family.  One week of keeping busy  and time will heal, daily life will take over and before we know it one week to go! xx