It’s 2019 and people are new year’s resolutioning all the over place. My Tuesday night Grid class had a bunch of apprehensive new faces, the health food aisle in my local Pick & Pay is noticeably low on products like quinoa and almond milk.
Parenting and healthy living are wildly contradictory terms. When I think of healthy living – and consequently the purpose of my blog, or what I’d love my blog to represent – I see a vision of me in a flowing white dress sitting in lotus pose on a tropical beach at sunset, listening to the… Continue reading (Not so?) healthy life in the fast lane
I have just returned from the most incredible trip to Sicily, complete with best friends I haven’t seen in years, absolutely epic parties and the most magical wedding in the middle. Those 16 days made up one of the best holidays of my life. To those of you reading this who were there, thanks again for making it such a bloody fabulous time!
The cake crumbs have been swept up and the bunting has been bundled into the bin. Smudged bridesmaid dresses wait in the queue at the dry cleaner and uncollected wedding favours sit forlornly in a corner. Honeymoons and mini-moons have been embarked on and smiling photos put up on facebook. What will forever be known as The Summer of Weddings has come to a momentous yet rather anticlimactic ending.
Aaaaaand breathe. Stop. Look around. Take a moment to feel present. Feel better? Nope, me neither!! The last two months of my life have been some of the most intense summer funning I’ve ever done. For some reason, 2018 is the year the ENTIRE WORLD decided to get married. So far we’ve been to 3 weddings in 5 weeks.
It’s a new year, it’s a new day, it’s a new liiiiiiife….for meee….and I’m feeling….FAT. Oh, the curse of the festive season. For those of us lucky enough to overindulge (because many people go hungry over Christmas – just adding to your January blues for a minute #sorrynotsorry), January is inevitably a time for self-recrimination, guilt and regret.
I’ve been thinking a lot about pressure lately. We place so much pressure on ourselves while living this incredibly busy, stressful life that we have. Pressure to look good. Pressure to eat well. Pressure to work out every day. Pressure to be the best husband/wife/mom/dad/son/daughter we can possibly be.
I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while, but I decided to wait until I had some perspective on it. Losing The Baby Weight. I write it with capitals for a good reason. It’s a divisive topic that unfortunately today comes with body shaming, unrealistic expectations and shattered self esteem.
When I wrote my ‘çomeback’ post last month, I had visions of skidding back into the blogging world, takkies (sneakers) squeaking, armed with daily pearls of sarcastic wisdom to share with all of you. As it turns out, this hasn’t happened.
So then, back in the game after nearly 6 months! Although I say back in the game with some reluctance. I feel a bit like a boxer who once had a great right hook but lost his hand. Or the drummer from Def Leppard. I’m as skeptical as you are about this return.
Last week I wrote about the rocky road we’ve experienced so far on our journey to having a baby. This week’s post is a little different, but just as fearsome in its own way. I’ve been wanting to do one of these for a while, so here we go – this is the warts and all pregnancy post!
When Mark and I decided to start trying for a baby, we had no idea what we were in for. We didn’t know how long it would take us to fall pregnant (not very long!) and we didn’t anticipate our initial reaction being one of shock and distress – not about the pregnancy exactly, but for all the changes that were suddenly upon us which we didn’t quite feel ready for.
It’s 2019 and people are new year’s resolutioning all the over place. My Tuesday night Grid class had a bunch of apprehensive new faces, the health food aisle in my local Pick & Pay is noticeably low on products like quinoa and almond milk.
Parenting and healthy living are wildly contradictory terms. When I think of healthy living – and consequently the purpose of my blog, or what I’d love my blog to represent – I see a vision of me in a flowing white dress sitting in lotus pose on a tropical beach at sunset, listening to the… Continue reading (Not so?) healthy life in the fast lane
I have just returned from the most incredible trip to Sicily, complete with best friends I haven’t seen in years, absolutely epic parties and the most magical wedding in the middle. Those 16 days made up one of the best holidays of my life. To those of you reading this who were there, thanks again for making it such a bloody fabulous time!
The cake crumbs have been swept up and the bunting has been bundled into the bin. Smudged bridesmaid dresses wait in the queue at the dry cleaner and uncollected wedding favours sit forlornly in a corner. Honeymoons and mini-moons have been embarked on and smiling photos put up on facebook. What will forever be known as The Summer of Weddings has come to a momentous yet rather anticlimactic ending.
Aaaaaand breathe. Stop. Look around. Take a moment to feel present. Feel better? Nope, me neither!! The last two months of my life have been some of the most intense summer funning I’ve ever done. For some reason, 2018 is the year the ENTIRE WORLD decided to get married. So far we’ve been to 3 weddings in 5 weeks.
It’s a new year, it’s a new day, it’s a new liiiiiiife….for meee….and I’m feeling….FAT. Oh, the curse of the festive season. For those of us lucky enough to overindulge (because many people go hungry over Christmas – just adding to your January blues for a minute #sorrynotsorry), January is inevitably a time for self-recrimination, guilt and regret.
I’ve been thinking a lot about pressure lately. We place so much pressure on ourselves while living this incredibly busy, stressful life that we have. Pressure to look good. Pressure to eat well. Pressure to work out every day. Pressure to be the best husband/wife/mom/dad/son/daughter we can possibly be.
I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while, but I decided to wait until I had some perspective on it. Losing The Baby Weight. I write it with capitals for a good reason. It’s a divisive topic that unfortunately today comes with body shaming, unrealistic expectations and shattered self esteem.
When I wrote my ‘çomeback’ post last month, I had visions of skidding back into the blogging world, takkies (sneakers) squeaking, armed with daily pearls of sarcastic wisdom to share with all of you. As it turns out, this hasn’t happened.
So then, back in the game after nearly 6 months! Although I say back in the game with some reluctance. I feel a bit like a boxer who once had a great right hook but lost his hand. Or the drummer from Def Leppard. I’m as skeptical as you are about this return.
Last week I wrote about the rocky road we’ve experienced so far on our journey to having a baby. This week’s post is a little different, but just as fearsome in its own way. I’ve been wanting to do one of these for a while, so here we go – this is the warts and all pregnancy post!
When Mark and I decided to start trying for a baby, we had no idea what we were in for. We didn’t know how long it would take us to fall pregnant (not very long!) and we didn’t anticipate our initial reaction being one of shock and distress – not about the pregnancy exactly, but for all the changes that were suddenly upon us which we didn’t quite feel ready for.
