Lite ‘n’ easy – does it totally suck or just a little bit? A review.

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**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.

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Running regression

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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.

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Post-partum weight loss

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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”

Doing the run shuffle

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.

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Today, I wanted to run with everything I had. Continue reading “Doing the run shuffle”

Dinner: Why must they eat it every night?

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.

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Some days we surprise ourselves 

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This is turning into my standard night’s sleep at the moment. Hideous no matter how you slice it but particularly crap when the first hour involves getting up and down to tell the 6 year old and his sleepover buddy to go to sleep. Then the remaining 6.5 hours are spent joyously settling the toddler. Continue reading “Some days we surprise ourselves “

The Runner Within Me

I didn’t actually know there was a runner within me at all until I was about 36 years old* and even then I was just trying it on for size. I never actually expected her to be in there, waiting for me to free her.

In my hey day I was a cigarette smoking party girl so running, Continue reading “The Runner Within Me”