**psst…this is NOT a sponsored post. I paid a full $161 AUD for my food this week and all of my own volition. But hey, if you want to sponsor me Lite ‘n’ Easy, don’t hold back!**
I bit the bullet last week and finally signed up to the Full Monty of Lite ‘n’ easy meal plans: 7 breakfasts, lunches and dinners including morning and afternoon tea totalling a whopping (haha) 1200 calories per day. EVERYTHING I will eat in a day comes via these guys. I figure I can do this full version for a week or two and check out portion sizes and breakfast and lunch options and then I’ll start weaning myself off one meal at a time. Like breakfast for example, I reckon I can get right off that within a couple of weeks. The menu is really varied so I should get plenty of ideas for when I’m preparing it myself.
Anyway, I figured it would be fun to give you the blow by blow for the first week so if you are out there and curious and considering giving this a go then you know what to expect.
Things I like: Continue reading “Lite ‘n’ easy – does it totally suck or just a little bit? A review.”
As you might suspect from the insanely original title of this post, I am facing a bit of a running regression at the moment. I think it is down to reduced fitness. I quite the personal trainer about a month ago now. M said he wouldn’t pay for it anymore as it wasn’t “working” ie I wasn’t getting skinny enough. And then he said he would and then he said he wouldn’t and then we were separating and it just isn’t in my budget when I already have a gym membership anyway.
But the gym isn’t so easy as the toddler doesn’t go well with people she doesn’t know – the only way we can change that is to make her go more often but it’s a bit of trial and I feel bad at the moment as she is spending more time without me due to the separation and it is making her more clingy. I don’t want to push her.
Continue reading “Running regression”
I gotta be honest here – I am struggling big time with that last 5kgs of post-partum weight after this 2nd baby. I want to call it infertility weight but really, I can’t claim that. You see, I did exactly what I did last time when it came to the whole post-partum thing. I lost almost all my pregnancy weight within the first 2 weeks. Women everywhere hated me after my first as 2 weeks pp I was back into those skinny jeans. Can anyone say biatch?
Then I worked out that breastfeeding makes my food intake so forgiving so I began to eat all the cake because THE BABY NEEDS CALORIES! Continue reading “Post-partum weight loss”
Getting any sort of alone time post kids is pretty much a rarity. Getting extra sleep time, well that’s just a pipe dream. Even if you do trade offs with your partner for sleep-in days the reality of that is rarely as good as it sounds. My kids come looking for me anyway and I can hear all the noise and carry on from the room so I can never actually sleep if they are up and in the house. All I’m really getting is a lie-in to check Facebook and that’s not really that awesome.
So this is why I am sitting here right now in a cafe at 745am writing a post. What I really want to be doing is sleeping a bit more – I’ve been up since 4am and it’s not even the baby’s fault, I’m under the weather and my eyes hurt. I was going to go for a run so had M down for daddy duty but when I went in to put my running gear on I almost cried thinking about the energy it would require to actually run today. At that point I thought, ok maybe a run isn’t the best choice.
But M was booked so I thought I’d make use of the time anyway and go for breakfast but as I backed out of the driveway all I could think was how much I’d rather be back in bed as opposed to out for breakfast. What I need more than anything is for someone to take my kids for a little overnight visit somewhere so I can park my arse on the couch and nap nap nap then binge Netflix but what mum ever gets a chance to do that? Alone time is out time and that is just the way this particular cookie crumbles. I think this works ok for super outdoorsy extrovert types who regenerate through being out and around other people but I am a home body and I regenerate with my life around me and my couch under my butt.
Back when I was a single parent with only S to look after I used to get these recharge days every weekend. He’d go for 25 hours with his dad each weekend and most weekends I literally did not move from the couch. I know, I know, you social types are positively horrified by the thought but seriously, it really worked for me. We had an active social life together when he was at home anyway so I’d usually maxed out on face-to-face time (yes beautiful extroverts, this is actually possible!).
Anyway <spoiler alert> I’m now a single parent again but this time with two kids. Explains why I haven’t posted for awhile but is really a post for another day so I won’t go too in depth here but let me just say, once we firm up access I am really looking forward to my recharge days. When you are in a good co-parenting arrangement, as I have been fortunate to be in, the whole single parenting thing actually isn’t too bad. It’s like most of the sucky things in life – if you have support, you can pretty much deal with anything with strength. If you don’t have this strength right now, lean on me. I have a contact me page where you can send a private email and I am always in the comments here. Please don’t be alone.
Anyway, so here I am, alone with my thoughts and now a coffee at what is now 8:03am. I’m alone and loving it but tired, so tired. To all those getting proper lie-ins and sleep: you suck…just a little bit. Mwah.
Once you’ve experienced an infertility diagnosis the decision to then go on and expand your family can be pretty harrowing.
What I didn’t mention last week when I posted on whether or not we would attempt to expand our family to include a third child is that on that particular day I was in a really dark place about it.
It was a place of true fear. I was afraid of having another child at a gap I couldn’t handle but then afraid to wait lest I never be able to have another at all. Nothing really seemed like the right solution. Do I choose to be sad now or do I never have another baby and live with the lingering sadness forever?
In this situation there is no choice without sadness.
Continue reading “Deciding to expand your family post infertility”
Running is such an unpredictable beast. Some days you soar like an eagle when you didn’t even feel like moving off the couch (a la my ParkRun on Saturday) and others, it is a shuffle to the very end even though the desire to run is great. That was my experience today.
Today, I wanted to run with everything I had. Continue reading “Doing the run shuffle”
I cannot flipping well stand the fucking dinner time routine and it is so conveniently part of every. single. night. Everyone has their least favourite parenting activity and I am pretty sure this one is mine (shortly followed by bath time if I’m honest).
As I don’t enjoy cooking all that much – well not that nightly meal everyone seems to need to eat – I am constantly looking for hacks.
From menu planning shortcuts Continue reading “Dinner: Why must they eat it every night?”