When I was young, I used to imagine my future. Who I would be, where I would be, and what I would be. The future seemed so infinite, so full of possibilities, and so damn exciting! I imagined that when I finally grew up and hit the ripe old age of…ooooh, say…. “twenty-five”, that I would be rich. I thought that I would be a corporate high flyer doing something amazing, something special every day. I also thought that I would be married, that I would have at least three kids and that I would know just about everything that there is to know in this world. (more…)
Thinking of becoming a parent, but not sure if you are made of “the right stuff” to do it? Well, take our 3 Minute Parenting Quiz here and find out!! (more…)
I love a good potato salad. I love how, when it is made perfectly with love, can make you feel so deliciously comforted with every single moreish mouthful. Now, the recipe for this particular salad was inspired by my beautiful late Grandmother Jean, who I remember used to make a version of this salad. She sadly passed away around twelve years ago now, and yet every time I make this yummy scrummy potato salad I am reminded of her. (more…)
The funniest thing happened today. I came across a batch of letters that I had written to my unborn baby during my pregnancy! In those letters, I talked about my hopes and dreams for my little one. I talked about how I hoped my labour would be and what I imagined that our life would be like afterwards. Reading over those letters now, almost 9 months after the birth of that same little baby, and they still make me smile. I can feel such hope, excitement and happiness in the words. I can feel that sense of beginning – the feeling that our life was just about to start. (more…)
Well, its Week 6 of My Fitness Journey. Can you believe it? Half way through already?!! Woohoo! So, I started a new meal plan a week and a half ago as part of my 6 week Extreme Shredder program. Gawd, clean eating sounded so boring boring boring boring. But I got through the week without too much trouble. And as I mentioned in last weeks post, the recipes the program provided were actually pretty darn delicious!! Thank freaking goodness. Now my goal for THIS week was to reeeeeeally focus on doing it right and doing it without cheating. Like, at all. Not even a little cheating. PUT THAT SNICKERS DOWN GIRLFRIEND! (more…)
There are so many things that I wish I could tell my younger self. So many things that I wish that I had known all those years ago. About what life would be like. About who I would love. About who I would grow up to be. (more…)
Monday again, sigh. Week Five of my fitness journey has begun. Already. Get up lazy bones! Now that the baby is in bed, get up off that couch and get “Extreme Shredding” already!!! I had completed two days of Sally Matterson’s Extreme Shredder program by the time this new week rolled around and was feeling pretty good. And by pretty good I mean completely exhausted, but…well…good. And I thought that I was finally starting to see some results! Hip Hip Hooray! I mean, things still jiggle, but I am pretty sure they are jiggling just a little less than last week. Brilliant. Because I was starting to feel like Homer Simpson, whose belly fat doesn’t stop moving even when he is standing completely still. (more…)
Depression and Anxiety. I don’t really know where it comes from. I don’t know why I have it. I don’t know why my mind embraces it the way that it does. But it does, and I have it. (more…)
Week Four of my Fitness Journey is done and dusted. Which means, uh oh, coz there are only eight weeks to go now till judgement day. The three weeks that have passed so far have been relatively uneventful in terms of results. I do feel a thousand times better and things do seem to be jiggling slightly less each day, but there is still too much body pudding for my liking. Or the liking of any other human with a set of working eyes to be honest. (more…)
New Years Resolutions. We all make ’em. We all forget ’em. Once the fireworks are over, the party hats are removed, the mascara has run down completely off your eyeballs, and the empty alcohol bottles have been pushed aside to make room for a Berocca and a serve of hot chips, something happens. Something that we can’t see but is there. (more…)
