I know it's short but I'm excited. I'll have to get a better video tomorrow... and once I have vacuumed!
See? June, the month of a crawling baby...
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
To be considered...
I had wondered how the cats would handle the placing of safety gates around the house as our little man is on the move, Darren emailed this to me and said this should be considered..
I burst out laughing everytime I watch it, have I ever mentioned how much I love a good stack? Must be the awkwardness of it or something but it has me rolling!
I burst out laughing everytime I watch it, have I ever mentioned how much I love a good stack? Must be the awkwardness of it or something but it has me rolling!
A Mummy Update
Mum is doing a lot better it seems. Perhaps as I had hoped before, the meds have settled in and her body has become used to them. She hasn't had any fitting for a little while now, around 2 weeks or so I think whereas before she was fitting every few days and numerous times on that day. It's a huge relief on so many levels. It was dangerous for her, stressful for everyone and now Dad shouldn't have to take leave next term as he had planned. What's been amazing though is that she has remained in relatively good spirits throughout it all. I'm wondering if that is the new meds effects as well. Whatever it is, it's good to see that for now, things are a little brighter.
Taken from Mum's 50th earlier this year, she had blown out the candles before we had a chance to sing Happy Birthday. Goose!
Taken from Mum's 50th earlier this year, she had blown out the candles before we had a chance to sing Happy Birthday. Goose!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Do I really want to expose myself....?
Why yes, yes I do actually. No, I'm not stripping down to my birthday suit or anything of the sort. No, sorry to dissapoint, I'm actually going to reveal all in a series of blog entries posted regularly which will include my up to date weight and body measurements. Yes, thats right, I'm on a mission to cut some fat!
I will not be dieting on rice cakes, silly shakes and weight watchers cookies. I will not be throwing myself into a rigorous exercise regime which will only be followed up with a not so healthy congratulatory binge which in turn wil be followed by yet another woe is me binge later in the day. I will be eating mostly better meals, smaller amounts, snacking on fruit, drinking more water. I will not be hoeing into blocks of chocolate, eating bowls of cereal as snacks, taking one too many bread rolls at a BBQ because there ain't nothing like a snag in a white crusty bread roll!!, choosing too many of the coconut milk based curries instead of a stirfry or yummy Thai salad, eating endless slices of pizza in place of perhaps TWO slices RACHAEL with an oh so yummy salad I COULD take the time to make!!
I will be taking my baby boy for walks in the pram because I like to look at nature and houses, I like to be out in the fresh air enjoying sun, a breeze, wind, whatever as long as it's outside. Noah loves a walk in the pram, the passing trees, cars, birds sounding like they've been just about murdered screeching their high pitched melodies.
I hate exercise when it's purely done to exercise, it's boring and depressing, it's also stressful like if I don't walk for 50 minutes as I did yesterday then I must be falling off the wagon already, might as well give up now, I'm never going to lose weight, I feel down now, I'm going to go home and make toasted ham and cheese sandwiches, not one, no TWO! Then I'll feel like crap and probably begin to raid the cupboard for Adrian's snacks that I don't really like all that much but I WANT to eat!
I cannot tell you how many times I have wished I were the stresser that lost their appetite, oh no I'm getting so skinny I can't fit into ANY of my clothes!! The pain, the stress, oh drama,it is leading me to eating even less and dropping the kilos like it's going out of fashion, whatever will I do?! I envy you! Don't get me wrong, I do know that has it's downsides as well but I'd like a small piece of that...cake...I mean mentality.
As a teen I had been on the go, going here there and everywhere, by foot, by train, anywhere but home seemed to be my motto. When I had Adrian, it was no different and now I was pushing a pram and wanting to keep up a social life, without a car so off I would walk to get everywhere! I remember walking up a hill one day and my friend turned around and said that she could see abs through my clingy top, I looked down and she was right! I was so busy living an active social life what with visiting friends and boys to chase, my endless traipsing all over the place had shaped my body without me even knowing it!
My battle with weight began back in 2000, just before I met Darren actually. I was over the boy chasing, too many fruitless ventures and I thought that Adrian needed a more attentive mother rather than one that was trying to find happiness in a bunch of 'dead ends'. I slowed the social lfe right down, focused on getting more work instead (waitressing) and slowly the weight crept on. I met Darren, he wined and dined the heck out of me and drove me everywhere and I just kept gaining the kilos.
The story continues and I could go on and on through my years of severe depression, upheavals in our lives etc but that is where it began and it never really stopped despite the occasional, "Oh no a wedding is coming up, I have to lose some serious kgs!!". And then I would but I'd still leave a little there to be added to yet again and here I am in 2009, twenty-five PLUS kilos heavier. Sigh. Yes, I did just say TWENTY-FIVE kilos ok?
My weight journey is a BIG story in itself which I will tell over time with self discovery, health issues and acceptance all part of the tale but for now and to cut it short because surprise surprise I'm a bit over talking about myself for now, here are my stats...
In case you were wondering, the hair is not mine, I just like looking dickie.
Weighing in at : 82.1 kgs
Height : 156cm
BMI : 33.7 - 'Moderate Risk' also classified as Obese 1 as opposed to Obese 11 or Obese 111..woohoo, I'm only obese 1! Doing a happy, if not wibbly wobbly dance to celebrate. Sheesh, way to make someone motivated, just say the OBESE word!
I will not be dieting on rice cakes, silly shakes and weight watchers cookies. I will not be throwing myself into a rigorous exercise regime which will only be followed up with a not so healthy congratulatory binge which in turn wil be followed by yet another woe is me binge later in the day. I will be eating mostly better meals, smaller amounts, snacking on fruit, drinking more water. I will not be hoeing into blocks of chocolate, eating bowls of cereal as snacks, taking one too many bread rolls at a BBQ because there ain't nothing like a snag in a white crusty bread roll!!, choosing too many of the coconut milk based curries instead of a stirfry or yummy Thai salad, eating endless slices of pizza in place of perhaps TWO slices RACHAEL with an oh so yummy salad I COULD take the time to make!!
I will be taking my baby boy for walks in the pram because I like to look at nature and houses, I like to be out in the fresh air enjoying sun, a breeze, wind, whatever as long as it's outside. Noah loves a walk in the pram, the passing trees, cars, birds sounding like they've been just about murdered screeching their high pitched melodies.
I hate exercise when it's purely done to exercise, it's boring and depressing, it's also stressful like if I don't walk for 50 minutes as I did yesterday then I must be falling off the wagon already, might as well give up now, I'm never going to lose weight, I feel down now, I'm going to go home and make toasted ham and cheese sandwiches, not one, no TWO! Then I'll feel like crap and probably begin to raid the cupboard for Adrian's snacks that I don't really like all that much but I WANT to eat!
I cannot tell you how many times I have wished I were the stresser that lost their appetite, oh no I'm getting so skinny I can't fit into ANY of my clothes!! The pain, the stress, oh drama,it is leading me to eating even less and dropping the kilos like it's going out of fashion, whatever will I do?! I envy you! Don't get me wrong, I do know that has it's downsides as well but I'd like a small piece of that...cake...I mean mentality.
As a teen I had been on the go, going here there and everywhere, by foot, by train, anywhere but home seemed to be my motto. When I had Adrian, it was no different and now I was pushing a pram and wanting to keep up a social life, without a car so off I would walk to get everywhere! I remember walking up a hill one day and my friend turned around and said that she could see abs through my clingy top, I looked down and she was right! I was so busy living an active social life what with visiting friends and boys to chase, my endless traipsing all over the place had shaped my body without me even knowing it!
My battle with weight began back in 2000, just before I met Darren actually. I was over the boy chasing, too many fruitless ventures and I thought that Adrian needed a more attentive mother rather than one that was trying to find happiness in a bunch of 'dead ends'. I slowed the social lfe right down, focused on getting more work instead (waitressing) and slowly the weight crept on. I met Darren, he wined and dined the heck out of me and drove me everywhere and I just kept gaining the kilos.
The story continues and I could go on and on through my years of severe depression, upheavals in our lives etc but that is where it began and it never really stopped despite the occasional, "Oh no a wedding is coming up, I have to lose some serious kgs!!". And then I would but I'd still leave a little there to be added to yet again and here I am in 2009, twenty-five PLUS kilos heavier. Sigh. Yes, I did just say TWENTY-FIVE kilos ok?
My weight journey is a BIG story in itself which I will tell over time with self discovery, health issues and acceptance all part of the tale but for now and to cut it short because surprise surprise I'm a bit over talking about myself for now, here are my stats...
In case you were wondering, the hair is not mine, I just like looking dickie.
Weighing in at : 82.1 kgs
Height : 156cm
BMI : 33.7 - 'Moderate Risk' also classified as Obese 1 as opposed to Obese 11 or Obese 111..woohoo, I'm only obese 1! Doing a happy, if not wibbly wobbly dance to celebrate. Sheesh, way to make someone motivated, just say the OBESE word!
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