This is my journey into the world of quitting sugar. I don't have a personal chef, I'm time poor, I have a hubby who works away from home and a 6yr old and 1yr old to try and keep alive. I have spent a lifetime on a diet and have been known to eat a family jar of Nutella in one sitting and then ask what's for dessert? I don't claim to know everything about quitting sugar, but thanks to Google and a big pile of books, I'm learning as I go. I am not a Masterchef and my plating up presentation has been compared to a cat vomiting on a plate. I take photos with my iphone and filters are my best friend. I am not endorsing or promoting anyone or anything but if I come across something good, I'll be sure to share it with you. This is raw, honest and just plain me. I hope you enjoy my suffering and triumphs.
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No Nigerian Princes allowed (read the below post for my info)
Ok lets be honest, we all love a bit of attention from the opposite sex... some more then others (you know who you are) but who doesn't like to have their confidence boosted by a compliment here or there.
Well now raise your hand if you like receiving up to 100 messages a day from blokes on the other side of the world thinking that you are either :
A) The madam of some "sugar mumma" website who finds women for those needing someone to pay for all their sh*t
B) An actual "Sugar Mumma" yourself, obviously holding auditions to find the perfect toy boy. To find this man, you create a website, that even though it is about healthy eating and stories of your family, this translates to "Yes, I am open, to spending my pay on some dark prince on the other side of the world
C) A dyslexic blogger who instead of swiping right looking for quick hook ups, keeps accidentally typing crap about Rice Malt Sugar and Satanic Children. But is totally open for receiving messages that would make a tradie, in a jackie howe singlet, on a night out on the piss with his mates blush.
This has been my life for the last couple of months. Ive tried so so many things to stop the constant messages. They would never stop but they were becoming less frequent. However it all came to a head in the first week of the school holidays when my 8 year old son, who was playing maths games on my phone (ok, that was totally made up, he was actually taking selfies as a dog on my snapchat) yells out to me:
"Mum you got a message come up on your phone, it says " I want you sex, i be good for you, thank you sugar mumma".
He then innocently looks at me and says "I think its from Uncle Dan, but I'm not sure cause he looks a bit black.
Ok, I'm close to my brother buuuuut not that close.
I literally would have broken the world record for long jump, as I was able to leap a good 2metres from the couch to the kitchen table and pluck the phone from his hands with all the grace of a drunk giraffe. In doing so I smashed the phone into the 8 year olds face, which then led him to burst into tears... but wait for it, not from the pain of a phone being smashed into your temple but because he didn't get to save his snap chat dog selfie and it was apparently a dalmatian one and he has never got to be a dalmatian one before.
I was so pi$$ed off that my 8 year old son, who luckily still thinks that sex is kissing and that babies come out of your belly or rumour has it in the year 4 playground, that they may come out of your bum .......had to be subject to the crap from having the word "MUM" in the same sentence as "SUGAR" for my blog.
So I have spent a good month and a half trying everything I could to stop the constant stream of men looking for a free ride from the other side of the world.
It was blatantly obvious that the only thing I could do was change my website name but apparently that is virtual suicide in the blogging world, once you have a following of people reading your site.
It was either start again from scratch and hope people followed or run the risk of my son telling people that Uncle Dan was maybe his father.... yeh I think I will go with the first one.
(No doubt my brother is reading this vomitting in his mouth a little and swearing he will never go out in sunlight again, so his skin is as white as humanly possible).
My new site name which has not gone live yet, will be
No doubt I will now be getting messages from nigerian men thinking I am running some kind of adult adventure playground where women throw money at them because thats what women love to do.
I swear to Rice Malt Syrup that if I get one message saying " I want to adventure you in the sugar", then I'm going to jump on a plane, and fly kick a muther fructose in the face.
So prepare for bulk posts, as I try and get this new site running.
Hopefully www.sugarfreeadventure.com will be up and running in the next 24 hours
Much love (but not that much love, especially not to Uncle Dan)
I’m sure if you asked the now 3 year old what she wanted for her birthday, the answer would be SUGAR and lots of it. We are nearing 2 years of being sugar free and the 3 year old is still "I do what I want, you don't own me!"
This was the first year she has been excited about her upcoming birthday becasue she is old enough to understand what presents are. Every day for the last month and a half, she would declare that it was her birthday “tomorrow”. This made the 8 year old see red because no it wasn’t her birthday tomorrow and how dare such blasphemy come out of her mouth.
Because she was so excited about it being her birthday, we kept asking her what presents she would like this year and her response was “ALL THE PRESENTS”.
Honestly, I like her style, why be specific when you want everything.
Her requests for her birthday were quite simple.
1 - Get ALL the presents
2 - Have chocolate cake for breakfast
3 - Have chocolate cake for lunch
4 - Have lemonade for tea
As you can see she is the epitome of a fructose free lifestyle. Poster girl for all the 3 year olds out there who fight the system.
DAM THE MAN, EAT THE SUGAR.
I decided that the only request that was going to ever happen was chocolate cake but obviously using dextrose instead of sugar.
This recipe to be exact
3 YEAR OLD APPROVED CHOC CAKE
150g softened unsalted butter
1 cup dextrose
2 eggs, lightly beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla essence
½ cup frozen raspberries (optional)
1 ¼ cups self-raising flour, sifted
½ cup cocoa powder, sifted
1 teaspoon bicarbonate of soda
1 cup (250ml) milk
1 Preheat oven to 180 (160C fan forced), grease and double line cake tin (that’s 2 layers of baking paper)
2 Defrost raspberries and using a fork mash into a pulp
3 Beat butter and dextrose with electric beaters until the mixture is light and creamy
4 Add eggs one at a time beating slowly after each addition to combine
5 Add vanilla essence and raspberry pulp and beat until combined
6 To the butter mixture fold in half of the sifted flour combined with the bicarbonate of soda and cocoa powder with half the milk then repeat with the second half of the flour mix and milk.
7 Stir until the mixture is just combined (don’t over mix!)
8 Pour into the prepared tin and smooth top
9 Bake for 45 minutes and test with a skewer.
10 If the skewer comes out clean, remove from the oven and allow to cool in the tin for 10 minutes then turn our onto wire rack to completely cool
This is our go to chocolate cake recipe and we used to make it every couple of day. It was a lunchbox staple. Ok, lets be honest as to why I dont make it anymore. The truth was, that this big mum could and did devour a whole bloody chocolate cake to herself not once but maybe three times (but hey who is counting)
After finally getting the two year old to be a bit more specific with her presents, she declared that she would like a wishing well for her birthday (thanks Peppa Pig for that stupid idea). “ALL the presents” turned into 8 presents and we were ready to celebrate the birthday of our little demon. Finally she could say it was her birthday tomorrow without the 8 year old being all up in her grill for not getting her dates correct.
The best part of the 3 year olds birthday was watching her opening up her presents. The 3 year old opening her presents is best described as a mixture of a hyena ripping into a zebra carcas before the lions come back, mixed with someone really really drunk trying to get into their kebab on a night out on the pi$$. It was quite scary actually but hilarious to watch.
After opening her presents we asked her what she would like for her special birthday breakfast with the usual options being listed, so obviously cake was not one of them.
Yep, true to form she demanded chocolate cake and true to the ultimate best mum I am, I had one already premade in the fridge. She was in birthday heaven. Her face was one of pure bliss and chocolate crumbs smeared up to her eyebrows. Eating does not define what she did to that slice of cake, inhaling is a better description.
After playing with ALL the presents at pretty much the same time because apparently you can have a tea party, whilst playing basketball and nursing your baby doll and building blocks at the same time, we decided to take her to her first movie experience.
Im pretty sure if you asked her to tell you what her favourite part of the Trolls movie was, she would answer the popcorn. She actually devoured a whole box to herself, which for the record she was meant to be sharing with me but I backed off once she snarled at me in the darkness. There was a lot of dancing in the isles and then serious eating. We asked her if she would like to go to the movies again on the holidays, to which she replied “I love popcorn”.
When we got home I thought the popcorn would have done her over until dinner time but no she was wanting more birthday cake.
Now Im the type of person that absolutely loves the sh*t out of birthdays. I have been known to have birthday weeks for myself and once I even had a birthday month. So to me birthdays have to be special and what says special, like chocolate cake, not only for breakfast but for lunch. Little did I know that she would be demanding breakfast and lunch cake for the next week and I would have to battle her to the death to get her to eat her bloody sandwiches, but at the time I thought pfft you are only 3 once, so why not.
We went to her favourite pub for dinner, you know the one with the keno and $3 pints of rum. Yeh, there is that kids playground but we all know the 3 year old doesnt go for that.
She had her traditional nuggets and chips and when I ordered, the lady asked if we wanted a side of tomato sauce. I told her no. She then told me that it was free. Again I said no and she asked why my kids don’t eat tomato sauce. I stupidly said they don’t because of the sugar. Well didn’t I get the eye roll to absolutely take the title of eye roll of the year. My mind was dropping big “F bombs” but I just smiled and said “yeh, its crazy trying to reduce your kids sugar intake hey”.
We finished the night with a family ice-cream cake and this one was full of all things sugar. This cake was for everyone else not for us. The 8 year old didnt want any and the 3 year old took out a malteser but didn’t eat it. I’m not going to lie, I did have a taste but it was so bloody sweet, it cured any sweet cravings I had after one spoonful.
So there you go, I no longer get to type about my demon 2 year old. Its now my turd of a three year old.
Some people are just plain d*cks…There I said it.
What a lovely, romantic way to start a blog entry. It really makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Today I had the honour of wasting a good 30 minutes of my time fighting on the internet with some random who just happened to push the right button of a mum who didn't sleep much last night. I haven’t had a good fructose free argument in quite some time, so it was just the thing I needed to really make my Sunday something special.
It all started when I offered to help a reader of my blog with her families meal planning. She had written to me saying that she just can’t get her head around the whole thing and could I possibly be able to create a little somethin somethin with her families diet requirements (one of her kids had allergies). I had no problem doing this at all.
Things were good for the first 3 weeks until her husband started sending me messages (and no this story doesn’t go in that direction, get your mind out of the gutter).
At first he used lots of smiling face emojis and was thankful that his wife was making a change, as he was really worried that she was endangering her health as she was (his word) “waddling” when she walked. Random image now in my head, but thank you for that piece of information about your wife.
Then the smile emojis started turning into angry/frustrated face emojis because his wife was being a cow to him (his words) whilst detoxing and he thinks that I should have slowly weened her off sugar instead of going the full hog.
I told him, this is something he needs to talk to his wife about and my meal plan is just that, a plan to follow. I told him with all plans, changes can and will be made to accomodate the needs of the person putting them into action.
At the end of the first month she had lost 3.6kg and she said she was feeling AMAZING and everyone was commenting on her weight loss. However, her husband was absolutely hating the meals and was totally against it. She then said he was making things really hard because he was just eating whatever he wanted and buying the family meals even when she had already cooked.
Unfortunately I am not Jerry Springer nor am I Dr Phil and there was no way in hell I was getting involved in that sh*t. I just told her to do what is best for her and the family and I will send out 12 weeks of meal plans and then she is on her own.
Another 4 weeks passed and we were just shy of the 2 and a half month mark when I got another message from her husband, this time with the poo emoji (sh*t was getting really literally). I was also very concerned that a male adult was going so hard on the emojis but hey you go guuuurl!
This time the message was basically that I was brainwashing his wife and that he had done some research and the whole fructose free thing was absolute rubbish and the body needs all the things she was going without. That she had lost nearly 10kg and that much weight in a short amount of time was unhealthy and not sustainable and I needed to stop sending through any more information, as they both did not care for it.
I just wrote back that once again this is something to be discussed with his wife, I’m just sending her a meal plan that she requested.
Then last night I saw on my website page all these messages saying things like
“you are fat”
“obviously giving up sugar has the side affect of ugliness”
“gross look at your stretch marks”
“far out you are fat”
"who would want to marry a ugly fat mole like you"
and it literally went like this on every entry for the last month or two.
They were all from different user names, as if to suggest that in the space of 1 hour 40 different people had decided that on a Saturday night, the best thing they could do is go spread their douchness on a website page. I mean that is my idea of a good Saturday night but unfortunately being an absolute piece of hyena sh*t seems to have been pushed back since having kids.
The funny thing was that even though all the messages were from “Patrick, Shane, Carl, Bill, Steve and some other members of the Village People, they were all from the same URL address. The same URL address that had posted a message 3 months ago saying thanks for the awesome Nacho recipe… Old poo emoji boy strikes again but under the disguise of no emojis…
I was thinking about just letting it go, but unfortunately the 2 year old has ruined the concept of “let it go” by making me listen to Frozen on repeat for a good 5 month period. Letting it Go was not an option, just as watching Frozen for the 2 year old was not an option as the disc met a tragic accident. Yes, it seemed as though the dog somehow got his paws onto it and it was scratched to oblivion (RIP Frozen dvd) (and no mum if you are reading this, this is not a good idea for a christmas present for the 2 year old)
So I sent old man emoji a message this morning saying could he please pass on to Patty, Shaneo, Carl-mister-general, Billy Boy and my man Steve that their messages made my day, as it boosted my stats on my weebly account and nothing says traffic to your account like repeated messages.
At first there was denial, then there was anger, then there was remorse and then there was this:
“ I hope your children get cancer”
OH NO YOU DIDN’T!!!!!!!!!!!!
ITS ON LIKE DONKEY KONG YOU EMOJI MOTHER .......
You see I avoid confrontation by playing to the humour side of things. I will call you out if you do the wrong thing but in a way that usually allows all people to walk away with no hard feelings. However when you bring my children into it, I become a mixture of the God Father, Connor McGregor mixed with a droplet of Samuel L Jackson. My vocabulary would make Gordan Ramsay blush.
I saw red!! 30 minutes I wasted on this pathetic excuse for a human. The funny thing is, that it turns out his actual problem with me was that his wife losing weight had lead to her getting attention from other males and I was a home wrecker for assisting her to lose weight.
In the end I handed the laptop to the 2 year old and told her to type away to her hearts content. She really put him in his place with a mixture of letter H’s and dramatic space bar spaces to really hit him where it hurts.
After sitting back with the kids and enjoying an afternoon swim, I had time to think about what the hell just happened and for some reason it made me laugh. So I thought I would share it on my blog. Ahh, the good old days where I became a keyboard warrior and also part Kanye West “imma let you finish but “. I don’t even know why I even bothered to reply to the original messages. Lets blame hormones for this one.
I hope your week is amazing!!
So last weekend the 2 year old got her second taste of soft drink. Well really her first actual given taste, because the other time she drank it, was when she went for the snatch and dash with a can of lemonade that was on the table at a bbq. Luckily for us it was not a can of scotch or rum.. still parenting failure much the same.
When the 8 year old was much younger, I thought I was Mother of the Year material because he made it to the age of 5 without drinking Coke. However he was drinking Fanta and Lemonade and whether I honestly didn't know or I just chose not to believe, I thought it wasn't as sugary as Coke and therefore a good alternative. Here I was judging people for giving their kids Coke and I was really just as bad.
It was the husbands birthday and we decided to celebrate his special day by going out to lunch. The 8 year old had asked if he could have a glass of lemonade because it was a very special day.
Can I just point out that only 3 days earlier he had asked if we could have a can of lemonade to celebrate the fact that when we got home from school the dog had not dug a hole in the yard and this was worth celebrating because I wasn’t angry for once (very good point).
The 8 year old then had me in cheque mate when he said “but mum, I was allowed to have a can of lemonade for your birthday lunch, how come dads isn’t as special as yours”…
Oh sh*t! How the hell do I get out of that one.
I literally had nothing.
He then said “the only time I have had a soft drink this year is at your birthday, my birthday, Uncle Dans birthday and Pops birthday. Why can’t I have one at Dad’s birthday, that will make Dad feel very sad.
Actually, your Dad won’t feel sad but he will probably store the info to use against me in some type of argument at a future date!”
“What do you mean, your going away for a boys weekend”
“I thought it was only fair since apparently the day I came out of my mothers who-ha, wasn’t special enough for a celebratory lemonade for the 8 year old.. this boys weekend will be the only thing that allows me to heal from the grief caused by it……..”
So to save any future therapy session for the husband, I said “ok you can have one glass, since today is special but that is all” (I had just been totally played by the 8 year old)
Thats when all hell decided to break loose.
“Mummy, can I please have a lemonade, please mummy”.
Two pleases, holy crap the 2 year old means business.
We have been in this same situation many times in the last 3 months. Whatever and I mean whatever the 8 year old has, the 2 year old must have as well. Even things the 2 year doesn’t actually want but if the 8 year old shows any interest in it, then it must be hers.
I tried all the usual responses like :
“eww lemonade is yucky”
“ouch its very hot”
“oh no the lemonade is all gone, no more”
The favourite of the guy at the table next to us was:
“its got poo poo in it”, to which she replied “yum, i love poo poo”.
Then she said, (wait for it ) “mummy, its Daddys birthday a special lemonade day”.
GODDAM you being able to comprehend things now!! I want my baby back!!
I then tried to be all sneaky and bring her back a water with some lemon in it. She looked at her brothers and saw no lemon and then looked at hers and saw no bubbles. Sh*t was going to hit the fan.
I was so proud that the 2 year old was nearly 20 days out from turning 3 and hadn’t had soft drink. I did not want to break that streak now. I knew that I was 100 percent in control of this decision and the only way she would get it, was if I gave in but lets look at the all the facts.
We are in a packed restaurant at lunch time.
It was my husbands birthday and we were surrounded by family and wanted to enjoy his birthday lunch with him.
If the 2 year old lost her sh*t which was minutes away, the whole restaurant was going to be affected and I would have to go outside so she didn’t disrupt other people eating.
The 2 year old doesn’t do short tantrums, my food would be cold and we both wouldn’t eat.
The 8 year old was maintaining full eye contact with the 2 year old whilst sipping his lemonade whispering “this is the best drink I have ever had”
I went up to the bar and asked for half lemonade and half soda water. Better than full lemonade (well thats how I made myself feel a little better about my decision)
Now to all those people who say that sugar doesn’t have an affect on kids behaviour or personality, you should have seen the 2 year old. Holy Mother of Sugar Highs.
Within 5 minutes of her first mouthful she turned into a sugar drunk. She was literally yelling at the top of her lungs
“IM DRINKING LEMONADE”
(yeh thanks for that, now everyone knows i gave you soft drink).
Then she stood up in her chair and actually started dancing and singing “I love lemonade, i love lemonade!”
It was like watching a video of myself out on the pi$$..
She then felt the need to run up and down the wheel chair ramp behind her table as if she was in the finals for the 50m dash.
I looked at my sister in law and said “this is what sugar does to a 2 year old”… Im pretty sure she no longer wants to have kids and this wasn’t even on full sugar.
She was an absolute menace. My Dad who does not like kids running amok in restaurants, was about to tie her to her highchair in an attempt to ride out this sugar high.
I basically inhaled my meal and decided that I had to get her over to the beach to run it off. The 8 year old was sitting there in his element, enjoying his lemonade beverage and I’m sure I saw him shake his head and whisper “rookie” at the 2 year old.
The 2 year old literally drank about a quarter of her glass but that was enough for her to get that sugar hit. You would have thought I had just ordered her sugar on the rocks the way she was carrying on.
On the drive home, I made a huge point of telling her that we only ever have lemonade on very very special days because it makes us go way too crazy. The 2 year old nodded and said “its my dads birthday its special lemonade day!” The 8 year old then re-hashed some story he had heard from us about birthdays being special and that if we had lemonade all the time it would no longer be special”. He then told her that sugar is not good for kids and makes them sick. It made me feel all warm inside knowing he understood the whys and the importance of things being special.
We drove along in silence until the 2 year old pipes up “its my birthday soon and we are going to have lemonade YAY!!!!”
SWEET MOTHER OF HELL NO
What have I created?????
All I can think of is, that lucozade will now become our families official birthday soft drink of choice.
This entry is dedicated to my husband, as tomorrow is his birthday and I can't think of a better time to celebrate the wonderful man, that is my husband. (No I'm not sucking up because it's getting close to xmas... Or am I?? *cough new wallet cough*)
My husband would probably prefer that I headbutt him in the rod and tackle over publicly declaring any affection towards him. He hates being tagged in loved up posts on Facebook because he recons if you have to declare it on a public forum then it's not real. So I like to tag him in the posts that are about killing your husband because apparently in his world that must mean I love him right.....
Where do I begin?
My husband is hands down my biggest supporter. When I first told him we were quitting sugar ( yes TOLD, not asked) casually over breakfast he was like " righto, sounds good".
You see my husband is one of those weird people, who don't eat junk food. This really comes in handy when you buy a family block of chocolate, as it means a hell of a lot more for me.
He didnt even blink an eyelid when I read to him the detox side effects of giving up sugar. Let's face it, most men would start building a bomb shelter to protect themselves from what would soon be a detoxing wife. No one messes with a sugar addict having withdrawals, especially a female one ! That's how people lose an eye or a penis.
Lucky for my husband, he had planned a camping trip with the 8 year old. This meant he didn't have to witness me roaming the streets looking for a sugar hit. He also had no phone reception, which meant he couldnt see my add selling the 2 year old for a jar of Nutella.
My husband has witnessed me slaving my absolute ass off all day in the kitchen. From 7am to 7pm, to make food that we normally got from the shops. He listened to me whinge and moan about the amount of bloody washing up I had to do and that maybe we should just hose everything down in the yard and let it dry in the sun. Apparently this was not an option ( such a bastard)
He was the one bought me a thermomix when our bank account was screaming "COMPUTER SAYS NO". Even after hearing me say we can't justify that amount of money on an appliance, which lets face it, I never say as I'm not that good with money. Yet he still bought it for me to make my life easier. Thanks to him we became members of the thermomix cult.
My husband was the one patting me on the back when the weight started falling off and he was also the one patting me on the back when I spewed my absolute ring up after drinking a bottle of vodka because vodka is sugar free. Note to self vodka is no longer my friend ever!
My husband was also the one pointing out every slip up and man I hated him for it. Nothing makes you want to fly kick a person more, then them making you feel guilty. Especially when you have already mentally given yourself the third degree. Self hate plus and innocent comment from your husband never ends well. Man did I lose it every time he would say "should you be having that..."
My husband was also the one alerting me to the fact that I was putting on a little weight when I started losing motivation with the whole sugar free thing. He did this by dropping hints like " your skin feels tight". Seriously, what am I a frigin latex balloon about to burst. Then he would say things to me mid binge like " do you want to go for a run, I'll watch the kids" "DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT TO RUN WHILE IM IN THE MIDDLE OF A DONUT BINGE".
My husband was also the one giving up his time that he would normally be exercising, so I could go to bootcamp. He cooked dinners, packed lunches and cleaned the house, all so I could get up at 4am to exercise. He constantly praised me every single day and would say how it inspired him to see me so motivated. He cooked me healthy meals and treats and made sure the family never ate anything that would be too tempting.
My husband has always been my biggest supporter on this journey and for that, I am forever grateful.
As you can see my husband is a complete and utter A$$HOLE ( that's code for the love of my life to which I feel so blessed to be able to say he is mine)
Happy Birthday for tomorrow, you loveable turd you!!
On Monday, I had one of those bad parent moments where there literally was nothing substantial In the house for the kids lunch boxes. I was meant to do the grocery shopping on Sunday, but decided that a family trip to the beach would be the much better choice, especially after the shenanigans the 2 year old had pulled on our last shopping expedition. Shopping with my 2 year old friend Satan, was not on my to do list!
So Monday morning rolls around and I look in the cupboard and realise that my kid is going to be "that kid" turning up with the most random array of food imaginable. Some almonds, a packet of chips ( that I'm sure were from a party bag in August), a piece of cheese and a seen better days carrot. My poor son was going to be opening his lunch box next to the kids who parents make their own sushi, put smiley faces on their roast chicken sandwiches and have an array of fruit and vegetables that look like a picture from a magazine.
To his credit, the 8 year old is not a fussy child. He is a roll with the punches and is happy with his routine of vegemite and cheese cruskits, fruit salad, home made slice and biscuits and homemade yoghurt or custard. However this was not his regular lunch and I didn't think putting vegemite on his almonds were going to sit well with him.
You see having a fructose free pantry, means you have a lot of the staples for making stuff but nothing pre made. So when you are a lazy ass mother like I had chosen to be and didn't do your weekly bake up, then it really shows.
I couldn't let the 8 year old go to school with a floppy carrot and told him to get his sh*t together quickly, cause we were going to SPARS to get some things for his lunch. You would swear I had just told him we were going to a 5 Michigan star restaurant because he was way too excited. I knew something was not right, he was being too compliant. He got his clothes on in record time and I didn't even have to threaten him with death trying to get him out the door. Before we left, I quickly scoured the cupboard once more, in the hope of finding something amazing that would redeem my unorganised crappy mum status. NO DEAL.
We got to SPAR and my instincts were spot on. The 8 year old knew exactly what he wanted and ran straight over to the premade lunch packs. They are apparently the ones that hopes and dreams are made of. In reality it is a poppa, pack of chips ( apparently my stale chips weren't good enough) a packet of tiny teddies, a snak pack custard and a piece of fruit. The lunch of champions. He was so excited at the prospect of buying this lunch pack, that I thought he was going to break into song. Then holy mother of all things Dora the Bloody Explorer, he found one lunch pack that had a Dora poppa in it and excitedly showed it to his sister. So now I had the 2 year old jumping up and down screaming with excitement as if we had won the lotto.
Apparently everyone has these packs for their lunch at school ( I didn't feel so bad now ) and the 8 year old needed this in his life and couldn't wait to eat it. Finally he could be the same as everyone else. All I saw was sugar and nothing really substantial. All the 2 year old saw was Dora and tiny teddies. Satan was about to raise his ugly head again via the 2 year old, I could feel it coming.
I told them they could get the lunch packs but they would need to get two pieces of fruit and a sandwich as well. My one request was the fruit and sandwich had to be eaten before starting the lunch pack.
You seriously would have sworn I told them that our family was going off the grid Bear Grylls style and they would be required to eat the juice from an elephant turd and the intestines of a week old dead zebra before having the lunch pack.
The 8 year old grabbed his fruit whilst whinging that he would not have time to play if he had to eat the fruit and sandwich before the other stuff. I told him to think of it as a man vs food challenge and make me proud. He just rolled his eyes as if to say "lame joke d&ckhead."
The two year old was like " righto, whatever you say, but you know I'm going to be ripping into those tiny teddies before we even leave the car park..."Fruit, yep sure totes onto it"
As I went to the register I saw that two mums infront of me were carrying these lunch packs and the lady who just walked in was also headed in their direction. Man I need to go into the lunch pack business.
As we got in the car, I told the 8 year old to enjoy his snack pack and it can be a treat. You couldn't wipe the smile off his face. The 2 year old as predicted was already trying to tear through a Muslie bar with her bat teeth.
When I picked up the 8 year old from school that afternoon, I asked the usual questions and got the usual response, that my school fees are apparently paying for "nothing" as he did nothing today. Although when you are tying to get him to go to bloody sleep at night, he will happily tell you a minute by minute recount of how amazing his day was and what he learnt...
I asked how his lunch was and he said
"The snak pack was disgusting"
"The muesli bar was too sweet"
"The tiny teddies were nice"
"The Poppa was like petrol" ( not dramatic at all)
And he only ate the sandwich and the apple.
The 2 year old also hadn't eaten her Muslie bar, had devoured half of her tiny teddy biscuits, refused the poppa and nearly spat the snak pack out in my face.
However she did manage to score a strawberry milk from a radio station car giving away goodies, so that may have filled her up.
The 8 year old declared the lunch pack as something he would not like tomorrow and on hearing the word "lunch" the 2 year old declared that she was hungry and needed me to get her food stat before she apparently died.
Some days you feel like that mother of the year trophy is totally yours and other days you do what you have to do to get by.
Some days are salads and vegetable quiches and other days are nuggets and chips that turn into 3 nights of nuggets and chips because your husband bought you an air fryer and man do they make good nuggets and chips....
I was always told that failure to prepare means preparing to fail and that is me this week. I would love to say I went grocery shopping the next day but it was my day off and I had a 3 hour Nanna nap instead. Today is Thursday..... lets just say thank God for staying at Grandparents houses with their delicious foods during the week.
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The 2 year old is actually going to be a 3 year old in less then a month. It is crazy to think that the one member of the family who really puts up a fight against the sugar thing has been on the earth the least amount of time.
When I think about her journey into the world of Fructose Free living it really reminds me of an exorcism out of the movies.
“I CAST THEE OUT SUGAR DEMONS”
<insert 2 year old scaling up the walls with her head rotating 360 degrees >
She really has been the absolute worst out of all the family members and that is only because she is the most vocal. She is literally the only member of the family to put up any resistance. We only have to walk past someone eating something and she automatically decides that she needs that thing then and there in her life and will call upon the souls of a thousand dead banshees to get her way.
Yesterday we were shopping and she was happily chatting away munching on her sugar free biscuit in one hand and taking bites out of her apple with the other hand. Absolutely loving life, until we walked past someone eating a sushi roll, but her brain interpreted it as a (wait for it ) a ‘big yummy chocolate stick.’
Then it was on for young and old
“I WANT CHOCOLATE STICK”
“Thats not a chocolate stick thats made out of rice and seaweed”
“NO CHOCOLATE STICK”
“Its not a chocolate Stick”
“Its sushi, what your brother eats that you don’t like”
“Its not, its a chocolate stick”
“It isn’t a chocolate stick, you will hate it”
“I neeeeeeed a chocolate stick”
PLAN A initiate
“Ok, well if you are good you can get one before we go”
PLAN B initiate
“You have no manners you will get nothing”
(puts on the fakest smile and raises her voice an octive to sound like a chipmunk) “Please mummy, may i please have a chocolate stick”
Sweet mother of I’m about to lose my sh*t here
“Its sushi not chocolate”
“No its not”
“Yes it is”
“No its not”
“Yes it is”
This was clearly not working.
PLAN C, D, E and F initiate
I then tried to convince her that I had no money, that they had no chocolate sticks left, that we were going to find the chocolate stick shop, that the chocolate stick shop is just up around that next corner, then the next corner. All were met with whinging and sooking.
Nothing had worked, so I decided that she can have her “so called chocolate stick” and went and bought her some sushi. She took one look at it and smacked it out of my hand screaming in my face, “THAT IS NOT A CHOCOLATE STICK”. (no sh*t Sherlock)
I automatically saw red. No one, smacks sushi out of my hand and gets away with it.
So I then snarled and in my angriest voice said, “You are a naughty girl and you will get no chocolate stick”
You would swear I just told her that Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy were not real and that I was cancelling her birthday because the tears were like that of a flowing waterfall and the cry was one of heart break and desperation. All I was thinking about was the $3.20 sushi that was covering my shopping bags, the sushi that I was actually going to eat…
Using all my strength and the serenity of buddha, I tried to shut out the noise and pretend that it was not my child that everyone was looking at, who was now whimpering something about a chocolate stick between soul piercing shrieks of death.
Seriously all this over a freaking chocolate stick…. DAM YOU TO HELL SUGAR!!
I still had to go to the bank, put money on a lay-by and finish off my shopping and my stress level was at a “lets just get the hell out of here before I explode level”. The 2 year old was not giving up on wanting this chocolate stick and finally I cracked.
“Ok I will get you a chocolate stick as long as you stop whinging and do not make another sound till we get home!!!”
She whimpered and said “I’m not a naughty girl, I’m a good girl”.
So the tears were now not even for the chocolate stick anymore, they were from being yelled at and called a naughty girl 15 minutes ago.
“Yes you are a good girl, but sometimes you make naughty girl decisions. Lets just go get you a chocolate stick and then get our jobs finished and get the hell out of here”
“No thank you mummy, I’ll just have my apple”
How bloody hot is it?
You know its hot when you choose the colour of your clothing dependent on whether you will have visible sweat patches wearing them or not. Therefore you pretty much end up wearing black, the hottest colour possible because you would rather be a heat magnet, then have gigantic sweat patches covering your body. Fashion first obviously.
I am also pretty sure that I nearly managed to brand the 2 year old with the seatbelt this morning. I put her into the car and managed to drop the buckle of the seat belt onto her thigh. If she could have fly kicked me through the windshield, she would have.
After managing to sweat it out all morning, we are currently in the middle of a storm. A storm that has led to not only the two year old attached to my side but the bloody cat and the dog.
The two year old is only scared of the storm because her 8 year old brother got all excited and tried to turn the event into some type of game, where they sprint around the house hiding from the thunder. This was all good until an actual loud thunder clap occurred, which led the 8 year old to scream in excitement but the 2 year old to interpret this scream as a declaration of her immediate death. From that moment on she was not leaving my side, which usually I wouldn’t mind but when you finally sit down on your computer to type out a blog entry, it makes things a little interesting. Especially when the 2 year old wants to help you press the buttons and then the cat decides that it too wants to help press the buttons by walking all over the keyboard… good times for all.
Anyway lets get back to the original point of my entry, my 12 week challenge results.
On my Facebook page I posted a sneak peak at my results.
I was inundated with messages asking:
“Did you really lose that much weigh in 12 weeks”
“What was your diet consisting of”
“Did you photoshop that”
and my personal favourite “that is not even you in the after photos”
Lets start from the beginning. The beginning is my favourite place to start when telling a story. I hate watching those movies where they start at the end and rewind back… I need structure GOD DAMMIT!
Before starting the challenge, I was in a major rut. I was struggling to stick to this fructose free lifestyle because quite frankly I was getting a little bored with it and a lot of depressing things had been occurring in my life that was making it easy for me to turn back to my old friend chocolate.
I knew I was putting on weight, my selfies were looking very double chin like and my clothes were all of a sudden feeling quite snug and guess what?? I didn’t actually care. I had lost my mojo.
It all came to a head when I was at my parents house and decided to use their scales. Our scales had been broken. so I hadn’t weighed myself in quite some time. When I finally weighed myself, I vomitted in my mouth a little. I was pretty much back to my starting weight from when I started my fructose free journey and boy did that hurt.
I feebly attempted to push myself back into my fructose free lifestyle and would go good for about a week and a bit, but then I would find myself binging over a jar of nutella and I would be back to square one again.
The one thing that I knew was missing from my lifestyle was exercise. I had absolutely loved the fact that I was able to get results from this fructose free lifestyle without doing any type of cardio, but I openly admitted that I wasn’t as firm as I was when exercising and the old bingo arms were trying to get a look in. However I was rocking a size 8, so who gave a flying sh*t.
Once I was back at my original weight, I knew that I needed to bring back exercise into the equation. I wanted to feel like I was smashing goals again and I knew that once I got myself into the routine of exercise, I could make myself get back into the routine of healthy eating.
I signed up for a 12 week challenge with Griffin Personal Training. Lets be clear, I am not affiliated with these guys and they do not give me free PT’s for mentioning them or any such deal. However, I have to say Holy mother of Amazing Trainers. They consist of a brother and sister training team and it is pretty much the ying and the yang experience.
Here is a review I put on their website to give you a little insight into how I feel about them.
I will be the first to admit I am quite the bootcamp tart... Attending many boot camps all over town and all I can say compared to Griffin Personal training they are really just glorified "mothers groups".
Griffin Personal Training puts the "amp" in bootcamp. On first impression of the head trainer Tash you will be lead to believe you have just met a small loveable lady. Only one of those 3 adjectives is correct. What she lacks in size, she makes up for in voice and a vocabulary that would make a grown man blush. The other half of Griffin Personal Training is James. You may be thinking I don't want a male training me, but rest assured James is not one of those male trainers who stares at himself in the mirror, flexing when he should be training you, nor does he give you that creepy vibe. Think of James as the brother you always wanted.
The truth is, If you want to get pushed to the brink of vomiting and then some, this is the place to be be. If actually losing weight fast, being kept accountable at all times through pure fear and meeting people at all stages of their fitness journey is where you want to be, then stop being a lazy a-hole and sign up.
Five out of Five star rating.
I knew that if anyone was going to make me accountable, it was them, because obviously being accountable to myself was becoming a huge joke
“hey Jess is it ok if i eat some chocolate”
“sure Jess thats fine”
“are you sure Jess, I mean we aren’t meant to be eating sugar”
“eat all the sugar”
The 12 week challenge included meal plans, unlimited bootcamp and circuit and a 1:1 PT a week. It wasn’t cheap but these things never are. Knowing that I was going to have money coming out of my account fortnightly, meant that if I didn’t pull my finger out and commit, I was going to have to mentally deal with the fact all of that money was being wasted.
I have openly said that I am a competitive person. You tell me I can’t do something and you know that I am going to go out of my way to prove you wrong, even if it means me staying up till 1am each night trying to kick a bloody beanbag from my foot to my knee to my head because some kid said I couldn’t (true story).
I really pushed myself hard in those 12 weeks and my diet was on point. I did have a cheat meal each week, but those cheat meals were never high in fructose because that wasn’t what my brain was craving. It wanted bread and potato and all things carb. My sweet needs were being met with fruit.
Ahh the fruit debate. Are you truely fructose free if you are including fruit in your diet… I say frucking oath you are!! As long as you aren't juicing 20 apples, eating fruit throughout your day is fine.
My will power was once again on point because I didn’t want my trainer ripping out my soul through my throat. I spent the first 3 weeks detoxing hard off the sugar again and craving soft drink, but true to form, after 3 weeks I didn’t want the things my brain was begging for.
The funny thing was, that once I started committing myself to eating healthy and exercising, the weight started to drop off and more importantly my mental health started improving again. I was feeling happy, confident and started changing my goals from being numbers on a scale to trying to run 10km in under 50min or being able to lift something that an adult should lift (my upper body strength could be defined by one word, “sh*t).
My husband was probably my biggest motivator and also my biggest fan. He would constantly tell me how good I was looking and how it inspired him to see me dragging myself out of bed at 4am.
While he was feeling inspired in his comfy bed I was feeling jealous and wanting to kick him in the baby maker for getting more sleep then me. There were a couple of times, I stole his sleep and dragged him out of bed fearing for my life, as I thought there was someone waiting for me near the car port… watching murder mysteries before bed is never a good thing.
I did try at one stage to get my husband to join me in my fitness journey by signing him up to circuit class. However he suffers from Ross River and at certain times of the year, he really struggles with it. Basically he starts getting lactic acid build up straight away when doing anything physical and it can take him weeks to recover. He gave it a good shot but I’m not sure if it was his ego or his body that convinced him that it wasn’t what he needed right now.
I know that not everyone is financially in a position to pay for a trainer etc but it was just the kick start I needed to get my a$$ into gear. There are so many free community programs out there that encourage active living and I just started doing Park Run on a Saturday morning to take advantage of running with a large group of people (less chance of being the one taken out by a magpie, dog or killer).
What I did love about this challenge was there was no set meal plan as such because the whole point of it was to find habits and recipes that suit our families needs and wants. We were given a collection of recipes to choose from and could adjust and do what we wanted to from there. Obviously there were foods that we could not have and that made it easier when meal planning.
The problem with most of these challenges is that the meal plans are unreasonable and can’t be sustained for a long period of time, but this one was perfect. I used a lot of my own recipes for sweets and snacks but stuck to salads etc for lunch and vegetables and a meat for dinner. There were obviously other meals happening in between but I tried to keep it very simple. That way when it was cheat meal day I could indulge and not feel an inkling of guilt because I knew I bloody deserved it.
Without further ado here are my results.
Wow!! All I can say is Wow.
Once again I have managed to totally dismiss my blog for a long time… however I have some pretty dam good excuses.
Firstly there was the little incident with the cyber stalking. Yes one of my little Nigerian friends who still continue to believe that this is a site where I find them a sugar mumma (they obviously don’t bother to read a single bloody blog entry and therefore have no idea what the hell is going on) somehow found out my private email and then my private facebook account and pretty much bombarded me with messages. I couldn’t even log onto facebook without 99 messages a day and then my email started getting spammed with them. This got to the point where my phone was going flat because it was constantly going off. On one day I received 223 facebook private messages to my blog page, then 104 to my messenger and wait for it 147 emails. This is not some made up number to make this entry sound good, this is the truth!! I thought that blocking would work but each person I blocked, another would replace. It was insane. At one point I had blocked from my facebook blog page a total of 87 people, who I’m pretty sure was just 1 person creating different profiles.
So I spent a good month making sure that all connections to my blog and my personal life were non-existent. Yes there is a huge chunk of people who know me in real life and that this is my blog, they also know how incredibly good looking and modest I am, but more importantly they know not to mess with my facebook account because I have a tight schedule of stalking and these x boyfriends, new girlfriends, cousins, brothers aren’t going to stalk themselves. They also know that my life does not and will never revolve around finding them a sugar mumma or a sugar dada…. My business is eliminating sugar and destroying my kids’ lives in the process.
Luckily I have some friends who know their sh*t around computers and were able to make sure that my phone no longer beeps 101 times during the night with messages. They also linked up some MacGuyver sh*t to make sure this never happens again. Try explaining to your husband without smiling that you have no idea why some Nigerian prince is messaging you at 1am.
Secondly I was busy losing 15.5kg in my 12 week challenge with Griffin Personal Training and taking out second place in doing so. Yeh no biggie, I lost the equivalent of my 2 year old from my body… And I did it by exercising hard and sticking to a very strict diet that was fructose free. Looking at my before and after photos it is really hard to believe that I was the same person. From having a massive slump and lack in motivation in my fructose free journey to totally doing a 360 and beginning to enjoy life and eating again. I can’t believe how amazing my results were in only 12 weeks. You know I worked dam hard for it, but I think being able to sink back into my fructose free lifestyle gave me a bit of an advantage. However, more about my weight loss journey in my next blog entry.
I have just started writing a book (did you just roll your eyes). Well this had been in the works for a little while but things took a different direction last month when I decided that I needed to believe more in myself and be true to myself like I have been since day 1 of this blog.
A long story short, I had someone show some interest in my blog and my writing and wanted me to put something together for them. I was completely floored that someone would actually think people would want to read anything I wrote, let alone pay to read it. However it soon became evident that certain products needed to be mentioned, even though I had never used them in my journey and that my story wasn’t really sounding like my story at all.
It started to sound more like a fairy-tale, then the mess that was my life. I felt like I was taking all the good and dismissing all the bad. I was also very restricted in adding new material that hadn’t featured on my blog and this was an area that didn’t sit well with me. Why would people want to pay for something they could look at on my blog. I wanted to add my personal stories that never made the blog, but obviously meant enough for me to write in my private journal where no one could judge me. I wanted to include these pieces to the puzzle that has been my journey and not some edited version where all the pieces just fell into place and life was good, because we all know that life has its fair share of bad moments. I also wanted to dive into my past experiences in my life that got me to this stage in my weight loss journey. Baby food diet anyone???
So in-between writing and re-writing a version of my life that I was going to be paid for, I started writing my real story. It was only 3 chapters just a taste of what I could do. They were honest, dirty, funny and ultimately my family. Add to that playing constant referee to the kids, since the 2 year old has declared war on the 8 year old and life was really, really hectic and blogging got pushed to the back.
I was also really struggling mentally with the whole project, as I was torn between following my heart and creating something I could be proud of, verses indulging my ego with the fact I was writing a book that someone wanted to hopefully publish.
I decided that that only thing I could do was seek the opinion of someone who was not invested emotionally or financially in my adventure. Someone who wouldn’t try and stroke my ego or tell me what they thought I wanted to hear. I had one friend in mind straight away, who I knew I could trust to be honest. The one friend that destroyed my life on numerous occasions by saying things like “what the hell are you wearing” (when I thought I looked dammn fine) “ that haircut makes you look like a cabbage patch doll who was rejected from the factory” (my new fringe) “ no you don’t need seconds I think your firsts are being stored in your chin” (I really wanted seconds of dessert) and my favourite “you need to change your profile picture on facebook you look like a tramp” (it was my best duckface ever…).
I gave her both copies of my story and told her that I needed her to be completely honest and tell me if:
A) they were any good
B) she would pay to read them
C) they would be worth continuing
Her response was something like “ So you wrote them?? Good, I need some new reading material to put me to sleep at night” (sahhh nice). I told her that I may have written one of them but I wasn’t going to tell her which one.
What I didn’t expect to get back from her 2 days later, was my papers looking like a high school English teacher had vomited red pen and all over them. Let’s just say she took her role of looking at them very seriously.
After looking at the page and trying not to have a stroke from all the red crosses and scribbles, I decided that I didn’t want to know what she thought because obviously it was not going to be good news.
Her exact words were, “you wrote this one and you got your husband to write this one using your blog as a guide”. The one my husband supposedly wrote had barely any scribbles over it… she obviously took pleasure in destroying the one that she thought was mine.
So what do you think?? I actually had butterflies in my stomach and felt really nervous and sick waiting to hear her response.
She held up both of them and said “this one reads like you wrote it with pure hatred for the English language and all things grammatical correct”. Did you even proof read it??? Do you have any respect for the English language at all??
She had a point, it definitely wasn’t as polished as the second one. I had re-read it a couple of times, however when your 2 year old is lying next to you with Dora the Explorer at full volume on the ipad, you kind of give up. Add to that trying to get two different writing tasks pumped out in 21 days, doesn’t really leave much time to get my editing on. Apparently the Grammar Natzi was not impressed with my efforts.
She dropped the one my husband supposedly wrote in my lap and said “At least your husband takes some pride in his work (I had re-written this one so many times, I nearly knew the script off by heart.) She then decided to twist the knife that little bit further into my heart by saying “Maybe you need to ask your husband to re-write this one out for you again so it doesn’t read like a dyslexic 4 year old wrote it….”
Before I could even launch into my re-buttal (which I had been planning mentally the moment I saw all the red pen)she said, “Honestly yours is hilarious. I loved it. I really, really did. I mean your husband’s is good but it’s missing the sense of humour that yours has and it seems like an old person wrote it. I dunno, I felt engaged when I wasn’t growing a brain tumour from your terrible grammar..”
That was all I needed to hear, it was what my heart knew the whole time. However just to make sure my heart (who has been known to get me into trouble before: Insert x-fiancé, bad financial choices and getting scammed by that homeless man) was completely right, I got 5 other people to read and give me their opinion as well….
Turns out, the heart was right after all.
However deciding to write and publish your own works is not easy. It is not cheap and it means that it all comes down to one person. I don’t have the luxury of someone financially backing my first print or doing it at cheap prices, but what I do have is complete control of what I do and don’t write.
So after busting my absolute ring trying to push out a copy for an interested investor, I am back to square one. However I am a little bit excited to keep going and see where it takes me.
I do know that my book is going to be a warts and all account of my families journey to date. It’s going to be funny, rough around the edges and I’m also going to push myself completely out of my comfort zone and publish some of my personal journal entries and stories that I didn’t feel I was strong enough to put out there at the time. It won’t be a rehash of blog entries, although some stories are given in a little bit more detail. It will also have recipes and a giving up sugar guide for dummies!!
So as you can see my absence hasn’t been me just lying in a hammock whilst my children fan me with a palm leaf, whilst gently rocking me to sleep… we all know that in reality that scene would actually be the 2 year old climbing all over my face as I tried to rest and then the 8 year old somehow hitting the 2 year old in the face with the palm leaf and a brawl breaking out on top of my body, ending in me being turfed out of the hammock, that would now be being used as a swing.
So ladies and gentleman and those still trying to look for a sugar mumma, I am back and this time I am here to stay. So prepare to get inundated with blog entries and sneak peaks of the book in progress.
With less then 3 weeks to go till I finish my 12 week bootcamp challenge with Griffin Personal Training, I have done a little bit of reflecting on my journey.
When I first started, mentally I was all over the place. I knew I wanted to succeed badly, but my body straight off the bat was not going to have a bar of it.
The first morning of the challenge we had to do a fitness test. Now I knew my fitness wasn’t anywhere near where it had been, but I felt like I wasn’t that out of shape…. WRONG. You know you’re out of shape when doing 2 minutes of high knees feels like you just ran a bloody marathon. Lets not even talk about the 10 push ups on my knees because they left me feeling sore in my arms for days. I had no idea how unfit I actually was and it was quite the confidence destroyer.
I remember going home and telling my husband that there was a pretty good chance that I was going to die on the drive home from bootcamp. This was because I couldn’t feel my arms and my legs were made of cement. There was no way I was going to be able to lift my foot off the accelerator or steer. He told me to stop being so dramatic and I told him to go f3$% himself. We are good like that.
For the first fortnight every session was horrible. I was sore in places I didn’t even know you could be sore in and I was craving sugar really really badly. I was no joke having dreams about eating bad food and was waking up every 15min worried that I was going to over sleep my alarm and miss bootcamp.
Getting up at 4:15am took a bit of getting used to. Rolling out of bed and then rolling my body down the corridor was probably my best chance of success, because if I even thought of snoozing the alarm or not getting up the second it went off, things would go down hill very fast.
Its amazing the number of excuses you can come up with, as to why you should not get up and exercise.
The top 20 excuses that went through my head:
1 - The most obvious, “I’m so tired” insert back up comment about the kids keeping me awake all night
2 - It's too cold
3 - I will go in the afternoon
4 - I think I am getting sick, better not push myself
5 - I heard the dog barking 5 minutes ago, there could be someone outside, so I better not risk walking to the car
6 - My legs, arms, back, ass and ears hurt. Need a day to rest and recover
7 - I went yesterday
8 - Magpies…
9 - I can’t find any hair clips, my hair is too wild to train today
10 - The husband and kids are asleep, this is so unfair, I should go back to sleep too
11 - I think it looks like rain (no clouds in the sky)
12- I think I heard thunder (really husband farting)
13 - I totally deserve a sleep in… again
14 - I didn’t shave under my arms last night and nobody needs to see that
15 - I can’t find my lucky undies
16 - I can’t train because my fav sports bra is in the wash
17 - Stayed up too late Facebook stalking, I need my beauty sleep
18 - I think it may be cancelled… yes def cancelled today
19 - Not sure if my car has enough petrol to get me there (filled up car with petrol the day before)
20 - Its that time of the month.. no one wants to squat out an ovary.
Somehow I always managed to get myself to bootcamp by 5am, even if it meant waking up the husband and asking him to walk me to my car because I stupidly stayed up the night before watching true crime stories and thought someone was going to kill me.
You need to trust me on this though, as much as b*tch pig stink rat a$$hole of a thing getting up when its dark to exercise is, its so much better then doing it in the afternoon. By the afternoon you are already shattered from a thing called life and if you have kids, you have a ready made excuse right there. By the afternoon my kids have turned into demons and with the amount of extra curricular activities they have going on, my exercise has to take the back seat.
The 2 year old has been my biggest source of motivation. She has become a bit of a gym creche bandit. Her favourite activity is to go to the creche and she reminds me of this every 15 minutes or so. This means when I’m feeling like I couldn’t possibly go, she will be there begging to go to the gym. Such a beefcake!!!!!
I am now at the stage of my fitness journey where getting up in the morning has become the norm and it doesn’t seem to hurt as much as it did 8 weeks ago. As sick as it sounds, I actually love it!! Im still just as tired as I was before I even started exercising, so I think that just comes from being a mum. However, it feels good to know that you have gotten your exercise out of the way for the day.
Over the last 9 and half weeks my diet has really been on point. I have made sure that I am maintaining my fructose free lifestyle and have been substituting some ingredients in my meal plan for ones that are more suited to me. Like honey to rice malt syrup etc.
The cheat meals have been the biggest blessing because it shows me that I can still have a blow out and keep losing/maintaining my weight.
The truth is, people do these challenges and go absolutely hardcore. They lose weight but can’t realistically keep it off because the lifestyle is not maintainable. Its easy when you know you are accountable to a trainer and you are part of a challenge. The hard part is when you are only accountable to yourself.
In previous weight loss journeys I have always gone so bloody hardcore and got great results, but I put it all back on and then some. This is the first time in my life that I am trying to be realistic. I am making sure my meals are healthy, yet enjoyable for the whole family. No lettuce and ice cubes for me.I am having a treat each night, but only when I have worked hard for it and as mentioned, my treat meals are extremely appreciated and it puts me in the frame of mind to push myself. I have had a couple of messages asking what I have for my cheat meals and basically it's going out to dinner with the family and having whatever I like. I am still not having dessert, because that doesn’t fit into my fructose free lifestyle. Realistically, unless I make a dessert myself, fructose free options aren’t available at restaurants.
Only once have I used my cheat meal for a sugar binge and it wasn’t really a huge one. Mum made an apple pie and when your mum makes an apple pie you don’t turn that sh*t down on your cheat meal night.
I am currently feeling the strongest I have ever felt in my life.
I still cant do more then 4 push ups on my toes( if I'm lucky) or do an unassisted chin up, but I can lift a lot more weight then I ever imagined and when I flex my little biceps, something actually moves in there.
Mentally I am feeling wonderful because I can see my hard work paying off in the mirror and in the clothes I am wearing.
My husband is my greatest supporter and constantly tells me how good I am looking. This is much better then him telling me 12 weeks ago that I felt like a different person when he hugged me… like a hippo is how I took it.
The kids are loving having me back to running around in the yard with them and bonus points for me being able to go down the slide with the 2 year old at the playground and not getting my hips just about ripped off. True story, 3 months ago I nearly got jammed going down that same slide and had two massive bruises on my hips.
Can't wait to smash out these last couple of weeks and post my before and after pics!!
Happy Wednesday Ya’ll and here is a simple fudge recipe
1/3 of a cup of coconut butter
3/4 cup of cacao powder
1/3 of a cup of Rice Malt Syrup
1 teaspoon of vanilla bean extract
1 teaspoon of natural peppermint extract
*can add any nuts you have in your pantry (i did)
1. Blitz all the ingredients together briefly until combined.
2. Scoop mixture into a baking paper lined tray and flatten out to the desired thickness.
3. Refrigerate for at least two hours.
4. Remove the fudge from the fridge and slice before serving.
When I first started this journey, which honestly seems like forever ago now. It was met with a lot of negative responses from people. Some from friends and others from complete strangers.
It made it really hard at times to keep my chin up, when people were telling me that I was basically ruining my children's lives. That my children were going to turn out to be sugar junkies, injecting themselves with pure fructose in bathroom toilets, because I had kept it away from them when they were little.
Obviously I can’t see into the future, but when people start telling you that your kids are going to end up being sugar junkies, it does make you question if you are really doing the right thing.
My favourite time was when a cute old lady ripped sh*t off me when I was doing my groceries. All because she offered my kids some smarties and I told her that they don’t eat sugar. She literally launched into what seemed like the loudest speech ever, about how she has consumed sugar her whole life and there is nothing wrong with her and that I was being brainwashed.
Good times for all those staring at me getting torn a new a-hole by the cutest looking old lady in the shops wearing a fluro pink bum bag (note to all : don’t ever take advice from someone wearing a fluro bum bag…)
Then there was that time my supposed friends from mothers group held a little get together but didn’t invite me because I would make them feel “guilty” for eating sugar laden food. You know me, the person who has never ever said anything to anyone else about their food choices”. Strangely I have never spoken to any of those girls again.
I did run into one of them at the shops one day and screamed out “Sugar demon!” and threw some holy water (fructose free of course) at her and ran off and hid in the clothes racks… because thats what someone like me does.
I constantly get troll emails and messages through my website from people telling me that eating fats and creams will kill me and my children. A lot of emails saying not eating sugar will give me cancer and my personal favourite that sugar is an important part of our diets and that the whole sugar free thing is a conspiracy from the government. As the government is trying to boost the dairy industry and take attention off climate change because cattle are one of the biggest producers of poisonous gases that destroy the ozone layer.
Those bastard cows and their farts…. lucky they have the government support behind them.
Lately things have been quite, a little too quite. It is as if, everyone has accepted this is who I am and how my family rolls. Every event we go to, people seem to cater for us. You have no idea how touching it is to turn up to a BBQ and someone go “hey Jess, we made you a fructose free cheesecake for dessert”. OR we baked some fructose free cupcakes so the kids can have them too”. Never ever is this an expectation, because I know this is an effort for other people to have to go to, but holy shitballs do I appreciate it. Good times, good times.
On another note, I wanted to share a recipe that I was given by my PT for the 12 week challenge I am on. Seriously it is AMAZEBALLS. To the point I actually had to make 3 batches!!
This was because the 8 year old had friends over and no joke, they ate 12 biscuits leaving me 1… I could have fly kicked those little turds in the face.
So I made another batch cursing the whole time because no one likes baking because their kids are greedy little piglets.
Guess what? Those were devoured by the 2nd day. I may have had a hand in this but the 2 year old was like some biscuit addict/cookie monster and went to town on them, because guess who can now open the fridge by herself??
The only downfall to these biscuits, is that they will leave little bits of almond meal in your teeth. I found this out the hard way when I ate one and then went and did all my errands, spoke to about 6 different people and god knows who else saw my teeth. I got in the car to drive home and noticed in the rear view mirror that I literally had almonds specs all up in my teeth like in every crevice possible.. Thanks for the heads up guys.
More importantly, they also have the word “doodle” in them, which makes them a firm favourite of the 8 year old because what is more hilarious to a child then asking for a biscuit with a “rude” word in it.
You need to get onto these babies and bake them. Saaaaahhhhh amazing!!!!!
INGREDIENTS: 2 cookies = 1 serve
2 cups almond flour
1/4 tsp pink salt
1/4 tsp baking soda
5 Tbsp. coconut oil
1/4 cup Rice Malt Syrup
1 1/2 Tbsp. vanilla extract
1. Preheat oven to 175 degrees. Line 2 cookie sheets with bleach free parchment paper.
3. Mix dry ingredients together.
4. Melt coconut oil in a sauce pan over low heat. Mix wet ingredients together in a separate bowl. (i just put my coconut oil in the microwave to melt)
6. Mix wet into dry bowl and stir until all incorporated.
7. Scoop 1 Tbsp. of dough and roll it in a ball. Roll your ball of dough into the coating mixture and coat all the way.
8. Place your coated dough onto the cookie sheet and use a ball jar (grease the bottom with coconut oil/butter) and press down until your cookie is about 1/4 in thick. Lift up the jar and voila! (Thanks Urban Poser for the tip!)
9. Repeat for all of the dough. (We made about 20 cookies). Keep the smashed cookie dough 2-3 inches apart from each other, because they expand some.
10. Bake for 8 minutes. If you like them a little chewier-crunchy bake them for 10 minutes.
13. Let the cookies cool on the pan for 10 minutes (if you don’t they will fall apart when you try to pick them up!).
14. Carefully lift the soft cookies onto a plate. They will set hard
Happy Friday Y’all!!
Over a month ago, I received an email from a lady who reads my blog, asking me to help her with quitting sugar.
The email read that she had struggled with her weight her whole life and this was her last shot at the whole weight loss thing. If she couldn't lose weight from quitting sugar, she was giving up altogether!! (No pressure)
Well actually a lot of pressure… I wrote back telling her that I was honoured she thought I could help her reach her goals but I don't think I am the best one for the job, if this was the be all and end all of her journey. Even though I spend pretty much the majority of my life at the drs with sick kids, that does not make me qualified to give advice to someone who sounds like they really need help. Nor am I a nutritionist, just someone who seems to learn from making mistakes.
I told her I would be happy to help her as much as I can, but maybe she would be better looking at one of the sugar gurus like David Gillespie and starting with the real professionals and using me as a support crew.
I fully believe that knowledge is power and I gave her a long list of websites and books that I found beneficial. I really believe if you start to understand the foundation of the whole quitting sugar thing, then it sets you up for the long haul.
She replied back that she had been following my journey for quite some time now and felt that she could relate to my lifestyle and my stories seemed pretty similar to hers. She didn’t want to know the ins and outs, she just wanted the results.
I could completely understand where she was coming from because I have spent enough money on diet programs and meal supplements that I probably could have went to Thailand and got a whole new body for half the price. I didn't care about the science behind it, just the number on the scales.
We corresponded back and forth for a couple of days and the more I read, the more I thought that there was something a little bit deeper then just a bad diet. There was such sadness and so little self worth in her stories, that it made me depressed just reading it.
We all have stories that make us who we are. We all have good days and bad days which shape our attitudes and our belief system. Some days I want to go hard and other days I want to give up and eat Nutella out of the jar and binge eat until I spew.
I won’t lie and say that I am the golden child of healthy eating or being sugar free. I wish I was, but i’m not. When my husband is home I am seriously on point 110 percent because I hate being judged. I know that if he sees me eating something I shouldn’t be, then he will totally call me out on it. This will lead to some epic argument because I already feel guilty and even though he thinks he is supporting my diet, his comments make me want to punch him in the d*ck.
When the husband is away at work, thats when things really get hard. Its my willpower versus my stomach and my stomach is a very worthy component. When its just me and the kids, the only person I am accountable to is myself. These are the days where it is much harder to stay on track because lets be honest wrangling kids is hard work, going to work is hard work and trying to look like you are being an awesome mum to those watching from the outside is bloody hard work. When all your energies are consumed with looking like you are succeeding in being an adult and a super mum, other things seem to slip. Case point: Your diet.
Without sounding like I have it all together (I don't). What I have going for me, is that mentally I am strong. I know that I can do whatever the hell I put my mind too. I know that my choices are mine to own and that ultimately I got this 100 percent. My mind is my greatest weapon. I contribute this to my Dad. Growing up, giving up was never an option. Every sport I started up, I was never the best. I was shy and hung back but my Dad pushed me to be better without the crazy sports parent attitude. He would take me to the oval and time me sprinting. What I thought was a fun game was him training me. He would encourage me endlessly. Soon enough, I was dominating the sports field and the shy girl who hung back was given the name "terrier" because I was always on the ball like some demon dog. He would say to me,"You got this". When I would say "I can't" he would say "Show me that you can" and somehow I could always find that little bit extra deep down. His motto was "the tougher it is, the better we like it" and that soon became my motto. Thats why I excelled at distance running, the harder it got, the better I got. When everyone started to slow down the pace, that was my mental push to really start going hard. For this, I am forever grateful to my Dad.
From 7 short emails with this lady, I knew that mentally she was not ok. I don’t mean this in a rude way at all, but in a way where it was obvious she needed help. Her thoughts were very dark and her self hate was extremely evident. Her stories were sad and in one word she seemed very depressed.
I asked her if she suffered anxiety and she didn’t even know what that meant. I asked her if she had ever seen a doctor about how she was feeling and she replied that there was nothing a doctor could do.
I told her that if she went and saw a doctor and talked to them about everything that she had told me, that it would be a good first step in her weight loss journey and worst case the doctor might be hot…. I wasn’t thinking she needed to be medicated, but was hoping they might refer her to someone who could help her deal with her demons. I honestly didn’t think she would go because lets face it, why the hell would she listen to anything some complete random stranger says anyway.
I sent her all of the recipes I had used for my first month of quitting sugar and some links to some articles that had inspired and helped me when I first started. I hadn’t heard from her until this morning, when I received this message.
I just want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. I went to a doctor who referred me to a specialist/therapist and in the last two weeks my life has changed. I didn’t know that I was suffering from acute anxiety and apparently Bipolar tendencies. I have started some medication which will be reviewed shortly to see if it is doing what it needs to do.
For the first time in a long time I finally feel like my mind isn’t filled with bad thoughts and I don’t feel so foggy. I haven’t started my plan you gave me yet but for the first time I feel positive that I can lose weight and that I deserve to be skinny.
Thank you for taking the time to reply to my emails and thank you for actually caring about the words that I was writing. You are the first person to actually take interest in my wellbeing and for that I am so grateful. I hope that one day in the future we can meet and I can thank you in person.
The reason I am posting this is not because I want people to go "Gees how amazing is Jess, not to mention hot and intelligent”. I am writing this because yesterday was national “R U OK Day” and this just seems so fitting. All this lady needed was for someone to acknowledge her stories and realise that she wasn’t ok and I feel so blessed and happy that I was able to help.
I am not a qualified doctor, nor am I a qualified therapist but how hard is it to actually listen to another human being and actually care about the words that come out of their mouth.
Weight loss is such an asshole of a issue. So many people (me included) define their worth around a number on a scale and when you say it out loud it is such a stupid donkey doodle thing to even care about, but that is what society has led us to believe. To be successful, loved and appreciated you have to be a certain image and I hate that this is how it should be.
Mentally you have to be strong to think that this doesn’t have to be the case. You have to have a huge amount of self worth and self love to be able to believe that a number on a scale means just that, a number. You have to radiate that worth from within and believe in it fully. You can fake it on the outside but you will always be fighting those demons on the inside.
Since starting this 12 week challenge with Griffin Personal Training, my mind has shifted from weight loss to fitness. Yes having lost weight has probably mentally helped me, as I am proud of how I am looking, but it is more my fitness goals that are making me even happier. Being able to run an absolute muck with my kids and not needing to have a rest feels so good. Being able to go for a jog with the dog and not have the dog pulling me along like a dead weight because I literally am dying feels like I am some type of super athlete. Also being able to sprint when being attacked by a stupid bastard of a magpie and get to safety, rates highly on my things to be grateful for now my fitness is returning scale.
Life feels good at the moment!!
I hope your Friday is amazing and 3 cheers for the weekend
Today I thought I might blog about how my little turds are doing on this sugar free journey. Before you start to vomit in your mouth thinking I’m about to post about my bowel movements, I’m actually talking about my kids.
To say I am proud of how far the 8 year old has come in an understatement. That kid flies the fructose free flag loud and proud. Not only does he make his own choices now that reflect this lifestyle, he also likes to give advice to other kids. Nine times out of ten, this advice is met with eye rolls but none the less the kid has made it.
I still remember how the first 7 months of his journey consisted of him complaining on how sh*t his life was because he couldn’t be the same as the other kids. It wasn’t even about the actual sugar, it was just about the fact I was making him different to his peers.
Back then I could completely understand where he was coming from because no one wants to be the d*ck at the party not being able to have the same thing as their friends, because their mum is a sugar wh*re.
However by giving him what I guess you would call “cheat meals” and allowing him to have it if he really wanted it for a special occasion, he felt like he was more in control and he wasn’t being made to miss out on anything. It was now completely up to him. It was easier for him to say “I don’t want it” then to say “Mum said I can’t have it”.
The only downfall with putting the control in his hands was knowing he doesn’t like to disappoint people. I would watch him at parties saying “yes” to things I knew he didn’t want because he felt he had to. I would watch him nod like a zombie when offered say some chocolate cake and then watch him try and do a sneaky hide the cake back on the table and leg it out of there.
He has a pretty big heart my 8 year old. I would say to him “if you don’t want cake, then just say no” and he would then go into some dramatic story about how that would be inconsiderate and mean because the poor mum had tried really hard to make that cake (umm, that cake is from a cake maker, that mum wasn’t stupid enough to attempt to make a pikatu cake herself.)
Don’t get me wrong, my kid isn’t perfect. He still has the occasional treat here and there and his weakness is still flavoured milk and lemonade. He just can’t drink as much as he used too. It gives him a headache apparently.
The 2 year old is still requiring some type of sugar exorcism. If anything sweet is in her line of sight then she needs it in her life stat. If there is nothing sweet available, then she merrily goes about her life.
Going shopping is still a pain in my a$$ and those dam kinder surprise eggs can burn in the pits of hell.
I just need to remind myself constantly that I am the adult and therefore I am the one to blame for what goes in her mouth. However when she is convulsing on the shop floor, screaming loud enough to shatter glass, I look for some other type of adult to intervene, because I clearly can’t handle that sh*t.
When she is in the confines of our little house her diet is perfect, once we leave these walls it is like she is some explorer out to conquer the world of all things sugar.
The only big positive is that she will happily have some fruit as her sweet fix and that will keep her happy. I pretty much have a fruit salad sitting in my bag every time we go out. I should also point out that if you don’t get a good sealing container, you will have fruit salad juice in your bag for days… Ohh and if you leave it in your bag for say a week… heaven help you.. that smell will haunt you for the rest of your life.
Reflecting back, when I started this journey it was never meant to be a permanent thing. How could it? Who goes without sweets, honestly? However to think of my life as anything but how it is now, is impossible.
I would be lying if I said every day is perfect and we are the epitome of the fructose free lifestyle… pfft I wish. But I take great pride in the fact that we have come so bloody far and that the choices we now naturally make without hesitation are a reflection of this.
Some days I would kill for a chocolate bar and you know what, sometimes it takes buying a chocolate bar and having a bite to realise that it truely isn’t as good as you remember and that is a good feelings. Sometimes that chocolate bar tastes bloody good and it fills that little hole for the next month or so.
Life is about learning and living. One step at a time.
I hope your week is amazing!!!
It has been ages since I last blogged and trust me, if all that blogging required was to plug a USB cord into your head then I would have entries for days.
I literally sit in the shower and talk through an entry in my head and they are always hilarious and witty and I sit there laughing out loud thinking how I really should be a comedian/model/race-car driver.
Then I realise that I am not alone in the bath and the 2 year old is trying to suck on the faucet and the 8 year old who was meant to be in his room doing his homework is on his iPad watching something that I think just dropped an f-bomb on youtube…. yep no blog entry for you!!
The reality is that my life for the last month has seriously been nothing to write about. If I was to write about my life, it was going to come across as some internet meme about waking up early to exercise, eating healthy, exercising in the afternoon and not killing my kids. OR the kids being sick and me being sick.... (BORING)
Literally my life has been like this
4:15am - alarm goes off for bootcamp
4:35am - walk out the door for bootcamp
5:00am - bootcamp
5:40am - finish bootcamp
6:00am - get home
6:10am - shower
6:30 am - 7:00am do all those jobs I should have done the night before like iron uniforms, pack lunches and get bags ready.
7:00am - attempt to wake the a$$hole children up who fought me so badly the night before because it was way too early to go to sleep and I am the most evil son of a bastard out there for even thinking they should be in bed BUT obviously now they are just so tired because they didn’t get enough sleep and what sort of a mother am I for letting them stay up fighting with me
7:50am - walk out the door for work and school
4:00pm - All school pick ups done and we are home and had a snack
4:30/5pm - Go to circuit (weights)
6:00pm - Get home
6:30pm - start satans fav time of the day, homework, chores, bath time, cooking dinner, spending time with animals, fighting with my kids
7:30pm - eat dinner
8:30pm - start fighting with everyone to go to bed
9:30pm - tell myself I should really go to bed…..
11pm - go to bed.
Then it starts all over again…. alllll day errrrrryday!!! Add in there some taking kids to sports and me training some sporting teams early in the morning but its pretty much the same thing every day.
Therefore blogging that today I spent my whole day looking forward to going to bed early because Im so bloody shattered doesn’t seem like the most exciting blog topic.
I also didn’t want to be that person who blogs about their work out..
LEG DAY TODAY B*TCHES….
I hate those people.
I also need to point out that in the last month my husband has been home with us for maybe 2 days max, so if you have kids then you will know that sitting at a computer uninterrupted has the same odds as winning the bloody lottery.
I did start one blog entry on the 13/8 which i will post as a little bonus somethin somethin on the end of this entry. Im not sure why it ended mid blog entry but I’m putting money that there was some type of emergency in the household like the 2 year old seeing an ant on the ground and losing her absolute sh*t because no joke ants are the most horrifying creature… I mean she has no fear patting and jumping on a random dog at the park that looks like it eats 2 year olds for breakfast but an ant…. hell no!
I am now into week 8 of my bootcamp challenge and I have to say I am smashing the goals that I have set for myself.
Man it is such a good feeling when you can see the effort paying off.
Can I just say I am 200gms off being the same weight I was before I fell pregnant with my first child. SAY WHAAAAAA!!!!
I can not wait to see what the next 4 weeks bring. I also can’t wait to share the before and after photos.
My diet these last 8 weeks has been on point and completely fructose free. The only difference is, that I have cut out Dairy and breads and no it hasn’t got any easier. I have learnt to hold my nose in the morning when making the kids toast because it smells what I think heaven should smell like. The temptation to eat the whole loaf is very high. The reality is I wouldn’t give bread a second look when I could have it but man that toast smells so bloody good when you can’t have it.
So good it seems, that all of my cheat meals are entered around some type of toasted sandwich or burger and it gets me through to another cheat meal… just.
I have smashed my sugar cravings though the door in the last 3 weeks. Even when I have my cheat meal, I don’t have the urge to get something full of sugar and it feels dam good.
The biggest difference from last time I got some big loses and this time around is the exercise. I have to say, that the exercising is def getting quicker results combined with the fructose free lifestyle.
When I first quit sugar I loved the fact that I was seeing such good results without exercising. For someone who had spent their life on a diet pushing themselves to breaking point at the gym it was a welcome change and felt good. That was until I realised my fitness level had gone from high to low and I started to lose any tone in my arms, legs and butt. I was pretty much on my way to getting bingo wings BUT my stomach, hips and belly were where the results lay and I could live with that.
This time by adding exercise the results are even better and happening quicker. I feel like a different person mentally and physically and I am loving this new me.
The only problem I have is that my kids are fussy little jerks who don’t do meat and veggies and I am having to cook two meals.
From the year of quitting sugar they pretty much have been used to a high fat diet with lots of creams and dairy. They like their vegetables hidden in pasta bakes or creamy sauces. The exact same amount of vegetables they would eat if they had my meal, but just in a sauce or in pasta.
I can live with this though because I can get about two nights out of making them their own meal and also frozen leftovers.
Im also going to be honest and say there have also been some nights of them having take away or toast because I couldn’t be assed cooking something seperate…. sorry not sorry but thats just the truth.
This has been my life in the last month and a bit. I haven’t run off with anyone looking for a sugar mumma, nor did I find myself in a sugar coma after some epic binge fest.
On that note, I also want to say a huge Happy Fathers day to all those amazing Dads out there.
I hope you get spoilt with sticky kisses and big squeeze cuddles.
OH AND HERES THE ENTRY I DIDN’T GET AROUND TO POSTING
13th of August
Todays post is sponsored by the letter “C” and no that is not for c-bomb, although quite a few of them have been on the tip of my tongue this week.
The C word I am thinking about is “commitment”.
Have you ever had one of those weeks where everything seems to be out of your control and you have that moment when you think “feck it, I’m out, I’m just going to go sit over here and eat my body weight in chocolate and then stalk Facebook to see how much better everyone else lives are then mine”.
This week I have not only been sick myself and had sinus, but my kids have both been really sick as well. Add to that no husband around to help out. Then make sure you add in that volunteering to try and organise 16 touch football teams yourself and realising that this is not an easy job for one person and that you being sick or your kids being sick doesn’t stop the fact it still needs to be done. And eating junk food till you vomit sounds like a pretty good plan.
Literally everything this week seemed to out of my control but I needed to snap myself out of that way of thinking and focus on what I could control.
I completely could control what I put in my mouth
I completely could control if I choose to exercise or not
When everything seems to be one gigantic donkey doodle there are still things that I can’t make excuses for.
So this week even when I had literally had no sleep because the kids were coughing and vomiting and tag teaming each other between being asleep and awake, I would have been completely forgiven for not going to bootcamp but something inside me told me that it might be the only time of the day that I get that hour to myself and that no one at bootcamp should spew on me or put snot on me or sneeze directly into my mouth…. well I hope they wouldn’t.
I was on the cusp of getting better from my dirty head cold I had suffered from the week before and woke up Monday morning with a toothache. I booked myself into the dentist only to find that it was not a toothache I was suffering from but Sinus… So glad I paid the dentist 112 dollars for him to tell me that. I have never had sinus in my life and I thought sinus was something you got if you had allergies. So after a course of antibiotics and sinus tablets I felt like my teeth weren’t painfully rattling in my head every time I took a step. Just as I got better the kids got sick. It was as if the gods were saying, “Not so fast, your not getting a good night sleep just yet”.
I hate my kids being sick. Especially the 2 year old because they desperately want you to make them better. Watching her cough all night until she vomits breaks your heart. The 8 year old decided that he didn’t want to miss out on the attention and threw in a bit of a vomitting virus and a belly ache for good measure. Good times for all.
I was lucky that I had meal prepped on the Sunday and didn’t have to cook anything for the week. The kids couldn’t keep anything down so were living off toast and vegemite and freshly squeezed orange juice. We also had McDonalds nuggets and chips quite a few times this week because they needed food with their antibiotics and were refusing to eat. Im not sure why I bothered spending money on takeaway anyway because after eating 1 single chip and 1 bite of a nugget they refused to eat any more. Do you realise how much willpower it takes to not eat your kids nugget and chips leftovers… A lot!!
AND THAT WILL DO PIG, THAT WILL DO.
SOUNDS LIKE I NEEDED SOME TLC FROM THIS ENTRY AND I HOPE YOU READ THIS WITH VIOLINS PLAYING THE TUNE FROM TITANIC IN THE BACKGROUND.
So today I officially felt like an adult. I do realise that according to society that I have been an adult for quite some time but 99.9 percent of that time, I just feel like a big kid who is winging it. If anything ever starts to look like it requires someone mature to deal with the situation, I look to my mum and dad, the real adults.
However today was that .1 percent when I went “pfft look at me adult, you go gurllll”.
I started off my day in a very adult like way. I went to the markets to buy some fresh fruit and vegetables. I even sniffed a pineapple, which really made me feel grown up. The only problem being that I have a rotten head cold and can’t smell a thing but to everyone else I looked like an amazing grownup sniffing the fruit like a pro.
I then came home and did the folding and whilst folding the clothes, I even watched the olympics on TV. This is another adult tick, not because I did the folding, but because I did the folding without feeling the need to watch some trashy sitcom like Geordie Shore or Keeping Up with the Kardashians.. Double tick.
However the real adult trump card which made me feel like a fully fledged adult, was when I totally winged a recipe and wait for it, I tasted my cooking and decided that I needed to make changes. Then I completely adjusted the recipe and changed the seasonings to make it taste better. WHAT THE ACTUAL FECK?
Lordy, I will be winning Master Chef at this rate. Tasting my cooking and then going completely off the rails and changing it, is not something I do. I usually follow the directions 110 percent because thats what they are there for. If I stuff up I can then blame the recipe because I did exactly what it told me to do. I never taste test half way through because thats for people who know what they are doing and today that was me!!!
So there you go, acting all adult and sh*t, I think I deserve a trophy for reaching such an achievement in my life.
Im about to start week 4 of my 12 week challenge and I’m feeling really good about where my head is at the moment. I have been having some intense sugar cravings and really wanting chocolate but I’m pushing through it. I have literally been sick as a dog this week and still made myself go to bootcamp and work out.
I didn’t drop the number I was hoping for on the scales. I wanted to lose 1kg a week and managed 1kg for the two weeks. This is where I would usually have a massive binge and declare the whole process an absolute failure. I won’t lie, I did text my husband saying how disappointed I was, but I also felt motivated to keep going. I need to keep reminding myself that the scales aren’t the only thing I need to judge my journey on. The fact I no longer have multiple chins is one big tick and I am not looking as pregnant in my workout clothes is also an added bonus. I did however notice that when I was doing a circuit class, my pants may be a tad tight on my guts because when I did a squat, it looked like it cut my guts in half and I had two bulges going… saaahhhhhh attractive.
I surprised even myself by still going to bootcamp this week when I was not feeling 100 percent. I am sure I made people want to vomit, when I blew my nose on my towel and used my towel as a giant hankie, but I’m classy like that. For the record, I did not use the towel to lay on or anything, that was what my mat was for.
Meh, better then using my shirt I guess.
My husband started to lecture me about rest and not pushing myself but I can’t help but having this drive and wanting to reach my goals I have set for myself. I turned up knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to go hard but doing something little was better then doing nothing at all.
My diet has been on bloody point. I have been doing a lot of meal prepping for the week and freezing dinners because its pretty bloody hectic around here at the moment.
For breakfast I have pretty much lived on bananas this week. Well half a banana anyway. Since I work out at 5am I don’t eat before I work out and then I just have my half a banana on the drive home with my protein drink which fills me up big time. Yes I know bananas are high in the fructose area but they are my fruit serving for the day and I can live with this since I am having pretty much zero fructose since I have cut out dairy.
Lunches have been salads that consist of lettuce, carrot, capsicum, cucumber, avocado, egg with apple cider vinegar dressing. I have been crumbling up the following turkey patty recipe or just adding bits of chicken breast.
500gm ground turkey (i used chicken mince)
1 medium zucchini, grated
1 medium carrot, grated
2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
3/4 teaspoon dried thyme
3/4 teaspoon kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1 large egg
In a large bowl, combine the turkey, zucchini (drain extra moisture) carrot, garlic, thyme, salt, pepper, and egg. Form the mixture into 4 patties.
Heat 1 tablespoon of the oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Cook the patties, turning once, until no trace of pink remains, 4 to 5 minutes per side.
For dinners I have been having:
Turkey Burger Patties and Salad
Chicken breast with steamed veggies of broccoli, carrot, capsicum, cauliflower and beans
Beef stirfry which is basically strips of beef with max chopped up veggies. I use tamari soy sauce mixed with balsamic vinegar for my sauce on top.
Omelettes with whatever I have in the fridge, tomato, avocado, onion, capsicum
Pumpkin and Carrot Soup (my mum actually made this and I raided her freezer). It has pumpkin, carrot, garlic, chicken stock only and it is great.
For todays food Prep I have made
-Pork with a balsamic dressing with steamed veggies and noodles
-Chicken stirfry with a lemon and balsamic sauce on top.
I will have these as my lunches and dinners for the week and will throw in a salad if I get over the veggies.
I also made this cauliflower rice which accounted for my adult moment when I changed the recipe and went all Jason Bourne and off the radar.
Jess’s Adult Cauliflower Rice
1 head of cauliflower
1 corn cob large
3 cloves garlic
10 cherry tomatoes halved
tamari soy sauce
1 - Grate the cauliflower with a hand grater as it keeps the moisture down. Place in a bowl.
2 - Grate carrots, cut all the corn from the cob, dice the capsicum and add altogether in a seperate bowl.
3 - Spread the cauliflower rice out into a wok/frypan on high heat and flip continuously until it starts to brown
4 - Dice onion and garlic and add to the rice once it has started to brown.
5 - Take the cauliflower, garlic and onion mixture from the frypan and back into a bowl
6 - Cook the carrot, capsicum and corn mix in the saucepan. Spread it out so it cooks quicker.
7 - Once the carrot, capsicum and corn is cooked place the cauliflower, onion and garlic mix back int the frypan.
8 - Add the cherry tomatoes and shallot’s and mix until tomatoes start to wilt.
9 - Pour to taste some tamari soy sauce
My snacks for the week are boiled eggs, choc protein slice (recipe in previous blog entry) and mandarines.
The kids are not too impressed with this new diet. Multiple times during the week the 8 year old has begged for McDonalds and the 2 year old has flat out refused to even taste what I put in front of her. They are apparently starving to death and this is the worst time of their poor little lives.
The husband says the fridge has never looked so good, as obviously him being a part time vegetarian it is really appealing to his man-gina.
So there we are. I need to get off the computer and start adulating again so the 8 year old actually has a nice ironed uniform for his school photos tomorrow and that lunches are packed and ports ready for a brand new week.
I hope this week is amazing for you all xx
One word sore!
I am sore in places I didn’t even know could get sore.
Did you know that your belly button can get sore... apparently it can.
Seriously, everything at the moment hurts. I feel like a 90 year old woman who fought for the last seat at Bingo and came off second best.
BUT its a good type of sore, if there is such a thing.
Not the "i’m so sore because Ive been lifting my arm to my mouth continuously feeding myself wine kinda sore."
The 2 year old is not enjoying my soreness either. This is because the 2 year old likes to be carried and thrown around. She likes to jump on me and wrestle me and play this game where she is the mum cat and I am apparently the “baby cat” who gets attacked by the mum cat and has to lift her off me with her legs and kick her onto the bed. I insisted that a so called "baby cat" could not do this and that I should be the “mum cat” but she just hissed at me and scratched me on the shoulder for getting out of character.
Yesterday, the 2 year old demanded that I carry her across the wet dewy grass because she didn’t want to get her shoes wet. This is because they are her princess shoes (they are pink joggers). Usually this is not a problem because I know dem feels when you don’t want to get your princess shoes dirty. So I squatted down to pick her up and it was as if she had put on 20kg over night. I half dragged her/carried her across the grass to her screaming “higher, higher”. Baby girls these arms have been pumping 5kg weights (yep I’m a beef cake) and apparently they don’t feel the need to work any more!!
I am going to put it out there, that I literally have no upper body strength. That is not a comment so someone says “oh yes you do and your incredibley good looking too”… No this is a fact.I can’t even do 1 push up on my toes properly like chest to ground. I think I can do 5 in a row on my knees, but then I need to stop because my arms are about to give way so my face can meet the ground and get to know it better.
I also have no core strength. You would think that those fat rolls would want to go bad enough, to get their sh*t together and make me smash out some sit ups but NO they insist on making me look like an intoxicated drunk man trying to roll his way off the ground.
The only thing I have going for me fitness wise, is I do have some strength in my legs and I can run (well when Im fit enough). My legs have to continuously take one for the team and try and get me through my work outs… All I need if for my lungs to get their act together and I might be able to run harder.
At the moment I also have a terrible head cold and sore throat and actually sound like a transexual. 100 percent serious.
If I was too put an add in the paper tomorrow for some phone loving and advertise as a 21 year old man, I would be raking in the cash.
I have answered the phone on 2 occasions, where people have rung ME (so they would be expecting me on the other end) and the caller is like “who is this” “I think I have the wrong number”. I honestly sound like a husky man and my husband is slightly terrified, especially when I start whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
The 8 year old thinks its fantastic and he is slightly to blame for this man-voice due to his behaviour in the last week being way off. Apparently he lost his hearing because speaking to him in a normal voice wasn’t working and I think I spent my whole week yelling.
The 2 year old doesn’t know what to think. She has insisted I play the role of the mean dragon, the mean doctor, the mean cat, the mean baby chicken and the mean police in our games… so I’m assuming she thinks my voice sounds delightful.
As well as training my ring off I have also been really strict on my diet.
This was pretty hard in the first week when I was detoxing because my head was pounding, I was so irritable and drained, I was having trouble sleeping and I was craving sugar badly.
However today I start week 3 and all my detox symptoms are gone and I am feeling fantastic.
Last time I started this journey I did it without exercise which was a huge learning curve for me. I will be the first to admit the thought of being able to eat without exercising really appealed to me, especially when I started to lose weight. However when I went through my original eating plan from when I first started this, I think I was eating barely anything. When I started to try and start over about 2 months ago after having a break from the sugar thing, I was getting no results and was actually putting on weight. I couldn't figure out why but I think it was due to me eating less when I first got into the fructose free lifestyle.
I know that eating fructose free is often associated with limited exercise, but the results I am seeing and its only been two weeks in phemonimal!!
My husband hugged me yesterday and his exact words were “holy sh*t” you already feel smaller” lets not forget the last time my husband hugged me his words were “your skin feels really tight like your too big for it”… (thanks a-hole).
I am not going to lie, I do train hard and push myself hard and as mentioned in my last post, I am doing it with a group of people and am participating in a 12 week challenge.
I needed this to motivate myself because I was at that crossroad stage where I was feeling depressed, un-motivated and telling myself I was going to start Monday or tomorrow was just not working.
I am really excited to see where I end up at the end of the 12 weeks because my weight was at pretty much the same (maybe a kg more) as to when I first started my journey a year ago.
Typically for breakfast I have been having the following
1/2 a banana, banana muffin, eggs.
This was a bit hard for me with the fructose mindset to go for that banana because it is on the higher scale but I had to convince myself that it was half and it was my fruit serving. Having it in the morning, meant I was able to use the energy to burn off for the rest of the day. No fruit after 1pm is the rule in this challenge.
My lunches have typically been leftovers from the night before or salads with roast chicken or boiled egg.
My dinners are steamed vegetables, roast chicken, pork, lamb etc. I have been meal prepping ahead of time because one word “KIDS” those loveable little bastards who suck the time out from under you. One minute you feel like you have a thousand hours left in the day to cook dinners and the next its midnight and you're a bad parent cause your kids are eating a cookie they found under the fridge.
My go to snack and pick my up is:
No-Bake Chocolate Protein Bars
1 square = 1 serve
2 cups of nuts (almonds, macadamia, cashews) c
2 big handfuls of shredded coconut
1/2 cup raw cacao powder
2 tbsp chia seeds
1/3 cup nut butter
1/2 cup coconut oil
1/2 cup vegan protein powder (I use prana)
2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp vanilla essence
1-2 tbsp rice malt syrup or liquid sweetener of your choice (I use rice syrup as it’s fructose-free)
Blend the nuts in a small food processor or blender until finely chopped – as opposed to ‘roughly’ chopped. See below for a pic. I find if the pieces are too big the bars won’t stick together. But don’t blend for too long otherwise you’ll end up with nut meal. And if you blend even longer it will turn into nut butter, which is delicious, but not quite what we’re aiming for here…
Pop the blended nuts into a mixing bowl, add the rest of the dry ingredients and mix until combined
Melt the coconut oil and syrup (if using) in a small bowl in the microwave
Add to the dry ingredients, and mix around until everything is combined. Have a little taste, and add stevia and/or extra sweetener to reach your desired sweetness levels. If the mixture is really wet, add some extra chia seeds (or almond meal, psyllium husks etc) to thicken it up. If it’s too dry, add some extra coconut oil.
Line a small square (about 21 x 21cm) baking pan with baking paper (no need to grease it). Tip the mixture in, press it down and smooth out with the back of a spoon. Pop in the fridge for 30 minutes or so to set.
When set and hard enough to cut, lift the whole lot out on to a chopping board. Cut into 6cm x 6cm squares.
Recipe Credit to Griffin Personal Training
Seriously these are the bomb!! So much so that I have had to make them twice. Apparently the kids feel that they need this in their life constantly and then when people have been visiting, they also feel the need to go back for second and thirds when I put a plate on the table. I adore the hell out of them because they feel naughty but they aren’t.
If you are not a cacao fan then swap to cocoa but I’m cacao all the way baby!!
I hope you all have a fantastic week and that your Monday is better than your weekend…
Sometimes I forget that when I put all my thoughts and feelings out there for the world to read, that there will be people who know me and start to worry… people like my mum.
Now my mum, bless her soul, is one of those mums who has tried really hard to master technology, especially social media. However she has more fails in this area then successes and it is always brings my brother and I great enjoyment.
Due to the way she scrolls down her newsfeed on Facebook, she will often like random things or friend request people by accident.
I remember one morning I woke up to see that mum was apparently attending a rave on the Gold Coast and nek minute she was now Facebook friends with a guy that looked like he was in some type of prison gang.
She has no idea how she does this, but frequently we will ring her up and go, “Do you know you just liked a page about some sex cult” or “Why is your friends list now half African American Males (we suspect this might be some type of fetish) and she always goes into absolute panic because she has no idea how the bloody hell she did it.
Her Facebook status is usually something like this : asdkj2;l3
So I often forget that she is able to read my blog, because according to Facebook, she is too busy attending Full Moon Parties in Bali.
Last night, I went over to her house and she told me that she read my latest blog entry and that she felt really sad. She felt sad that I struggled so much with my weight and she feels bad for this.
You see the thing is, when I write an entry, its like ok, I can put this out there, but I don’t WANT to explain myself to anyone. Which is why I can be quite honest. When confronted with what I have written, I feel embarrassed and as though I shouldn’t be putting these things out there. However where is the truth in that.
I know I’m not alone, I know people have the same struggles and I know that worrying about my weight is extremely petty in the larger scheme of things, when there are so many things in the world that people have to deal with.
I love that fact that my mum cares for me and that reading my blog made her feel sad. I can relate to this fully. As a mother myself, I know that whatever your kids feel, will come back and hit you straight in the heart.
So I want to write this to my Mum.
Thank you for letting me be that chubby little girl with the smile that went right up to her eyes.
Growing up you placed absolutely no emphasis on weight. Never did you make me feel that I was nothing more then beautiful.
Thank you for letting me wear your clothes to my 10th birthday party because I couldn’t find a dress in my size. I thought I looked so stunning that night.
Thank you for encouraging me to be free spirited, funny and full of laughter. I have made so many friends because of this. Friends that love me for me and not the weight I am currently sitting at.
Without a doubt, you gave me the best opportunity to be the person I was meant to be, a person not defined by societies expectations.
I always thought I was beautiful and perfect as a child. When I looked in the mirror I saw nothing but a happy girl looking back at me, double chins and all.
When I reached high school I realised that being cool and popular unfortunately was connected to a number on the scale. I remember coming home one day and saying “Why did you let me get fat” and you said “ You have always been happy. Why would I jeopardise your happiness and your self esteem.” You then told me you thought I was perfect.At the time I didn’t understand and thought you should be handed over to the child abuse agencies.
Boys, discos and puppy love soon followed and I started cross country training. Soon I was a mere skeleton of the girl I once was. I was happy, but it was exhausting trying to keep such a figure. I remember when a boy at school was trying to pick a fight with me, after I used my awesome wit to destroy him in front of his friends for making fun of another student and he yelled “whatever anorexic” and I thought that was a compliment.
Through it all, you always made sure I was happy and would ask me this constantly. Im sure you wanted to tell me to eat some bloody food, but you didn’t want to put that pressure on me. My happiness meant more to you then my weight.
As an adult I have made so many friends based on the true me. The me that was allowed to grow in my younger years because I was so carefree.
I love my life, I love my family and I love you for bringing me up so that I would think nothing less.
My battle with my weight is something that I am happy to carry. It motivates me, it gives me clarity and it makes me want to be the best I can be for my kids, my husband and to get fit enough so I can wheel your big ass around when you get old.
Don’t feel sad for me mum, feel thankful that you raised a daughter who can admit her faults and work bloody hard to make them successes.
I love you
*** The funny thing is, there is a huge chance that she will never read this, because no doubt instead of clicking on my blog link, she will end up clicking that she is attending the next Donald Trump march.
Happy Monday everyone! I have the day off and I intend to spend every second of it playing with the 2 year old.
As I mentioned in my previous blog entry, the last month has seen me become an absolute lose cannon when it comes to all things sugary.
At first I was very sneaky about it. I would binge in the car or when I was at home and no one was around.
I never indulged with friends or family or in public, because I literally knew the moment someone saw me eating sugar they would say “Didn’t you quit sugar” and I would have to put them in a sleeper hold until they were unconscious and that becomes tiring work.
I found myself constantly explaining myself to people about my weight gain and I was always the one initiating the conversations.
“So Jess, did you end up getting that equipment organised?”
“Feel so fat today, i think Ive put on like 4kg this month”
“ummm, yeh ok..
The husband made at least 3 comments in the last month about my weight gain and diet and they all ended with me hating his guts and basically telling him that someone who is as skinny as a greyhound and has never even been chubby in his whole entire life, does not get to have an opinion on my weight. He doesn’t know the struggles, so shove it!
Of course he would then launch into the science of calories in and calories out and why do I always do this to myself? He couldn't understand why I work so hard to reach my goal weight but struggle to maintain it.
Yeh I get that, but I don’t need you telling me that.
I HATE anybody but myself having an opinion on my weight. Does he not think that it eats me up inside and that i’m not already giving myself the same lectures and asking myself the same questions.
I remember once pre kids when we went on a romantic weekend away. Spa, ocean views all very la-de-dah. I was so excited and insisted we go buy some nibbles and get this party started.
We went to the shops and I decided to add a block of chocolate to our basket and my husband says “Do you really need that?” Now to me, that is basically saying “hey fatty stop now”.
Of course I wasn’t going to get it now and of course I was going to be bloody furious at him for the next 6 hours.
I argued that by saying “do you really need that” he made me feel guilty and judged and he argued that I had recently been complaining that I wanted to lose a couple of kg so he thought he was helping.
NOTE TO MALES
It ain’t helping.
We joke about this argument 10 years later, but it literally ruined our first day of our weekend.
Emotions are a real son of a b*tch. I am naturally a very happy and free spirited person. I love to laugh and joke and don’t let the little things get me down.
However when I am feeling sad or down, everybody notices because apparently I have to be making jokes every 5 minutes and I have to be laughing and running around with the kids and I have to be the one keeping it all together for the family.
The last month, I just had that empty belly sadness. I was sad about my Nan, I was sad about a few personal issues and I was sad that I could no longer fit into any of my clothes in my cupboard. I was back to leggings, long singlets with a shirt over the top.
I hated that I had three chins and no matter how I angled my head they were always there.
Nutella helped a little bit and so did chocolate and lollies, but only in that moment. Then I had the merry go round of “Why the hell did you eat that?” until I got to the point of “Well Ive ruined it completely, so why bother any more”.
The thing that got me out of this rut was setting a goal and deciding enough was enough. I knew that I couldn’t do this on my own anymore. I needed someone to make me accountable for my actions and thats why I signed up for a 12 week bootcamp challenge. I knew that my trainers would not put up with any excuses and going through the ups and downs with a group would be easier then doing it myself. Also its acceptable for my trainer to tell me to pull my head in diet wise over the man I love (go figure).
I am not going to lie and say that after a week I feel amazing! I am currently detoxing off sugar again and have headaches and no energy. I am tired from getting up early to exercise and up to kids through the night. BUT I knew this was not going to be easy, only worth it.
For someone who has struggled with their weight their whole life this is just another chapter in the story “Jess Fails with her diet again”.
Being accountable via blog is really hard. People who know me in real life, also read this and I know they have been thinking “sugar free my arse”. Hence why I held back from updating this blog over the last month and a bit.
I spoke to my husband last night explaining to him what a sh*t day I had. Seriously it was sh*t. Here is a mini recap:
Got up early for bootcamp
Got home and fought with the 8 year old over getting dressed to go grocery shopping, as apparently getting out of your pyjamas is an issue
Went shopping and the 2 year old had an epic meltdown over a Kinder Surprise Chocolate egg. Literally screamed for 30min. When I got to the checkout the checkout chick said to the 2 year old “oh that was you giving everyone a headache”. The 2 year old looked at her and then yelled “no” in her face and started crying louder.
She only stopped crying when I gave her some food out of the trolley but then cried after realising that said food was not chocolate egg.
Got home and put all the grocery bags down to get ready to put away, only to trip on one bag and crush a loaf of bread and a punnet of strawberries and hurt my wrist.
Locked up the house, put on a movie and told the kids I was going to have a nap.
Yeh right, just lay down to sleep and the neighbours kid knocks not the door. All good he can come and watch a movie.. Nek minute he is coming into my room every 2 minutes to dob on my son not sharing something
Fought urge to not scream and punch a wall
Got out of bed and cleaned out the car
Locked my keys in the car
Started cooking tea. Dog walked in and stood next to me and no joke spewed on my feet.
Served kids dinner but 2 year old wanted a packet of chips.
Put kids in the bath and they decided to fight with each other over things like “thats my water” “stop touching my part of the bath”
Tears, screaming (and that was just me)
Put 2 year old to bed
Lectured 8 year old
Went out to feed the animals. Flicked the dog food meat blood up into my face when opening the bag
Wanted to spew
No need for me to spew because the dog decided to spew AGAIN on my arm as I crouched down filling up its bowl.
Realised the dog was spewing because the kids had left a bag of lollies from a party outside and it had consumed them all.
Came inside wrote a blog entry and complained to the husband.
Peace at last.
After I stopped to take a breath and try and think of all the things I should be grateful for in my day. I realised holy mother of dog spew, I ate healthy all day. I also didn’t kill anyone and isn’t dog spew the latest skin cleanser that all celebs are using?? (no)
The truth is that I need to stop making excuses for my diet because the truth is, I could find something sh*t in every day that could give me an emotional binge but I am better than that.
Heres to a new week!!
Today I cook and prepare myself mentally for the week. A sleep in would have been nice but the 2 year old decided that my sleep in could get stuffed.
Well, well, well look what the bloody cat dragged in…
That would be me.
I decided to take a break from the internet and blogging world for the last month and a bit and I’m sorry.
I had so much stuff going on, that blogging about my sugar free adventures, seemed to be the least of my concerns but I did think about it every bloody day.
Unfortunately my Nanna passed away and we were lucky enough to get to spend time with her before this happened. In the weeks leading up to her passing we made sure we let her know how much she was loved and she did the same.
Life can be a real bitch sometimes. Yes she was “old” and had lived her life but it is still hard to let go. It was also my last Grandmother, so it hurt that little bit more.
There was also another reason why I hadn’t been blogging . A reason that Im ashamed to even type.
You see, I decided that my emotions should call the shots and this led to binge eating of the sugar kind. Yes that means I ate a jar of nutella. Yes that means I went to Max Brenner and had a chocolate, cornflake, marshmallow and crunchy carmel pizza (it was actually good in a what the feck kinda way)… and YES I felt like a complete failure over the whole thing but my willpower and care factor was at a big 0.
You know when you have that constant sad feeling in the pit of your stomach and you just can’t seem to shake it, well that was me for the last month and a bit.
I was moody, sad and pretty much having fight club with the husband, without the punching but with the arguing and pouting.
I am 100 percent aware that eating sugar was not going to make me feel better or solve my problems but for some reason it just helped.
In the last month and a half I have also barely been home. I wasn’t cooking my sugar free snacks etc so failure to prepare meant I knew I was going to fail. Dinners were on the run and my “couldn’t give a donkeys left testicle" attitude, was in full force”.
The funny thing was that the kids never jumped on board my binge train. When I would buy chocolate they weren't eating it and this was a choice made by them. They may have had one or two max, but compared to my pouring the maltesers directly into my mouth instead of my hand method... they were unbelievable.
I also took the kids away on a week holiday to see my family in NSW. This led to holiday food and holiday take aways and more sweets consumed then I care to admit. However this was the highlight of the last month and a bit. I have never felt more blessed and more in love with my kids…except when the 2 year old vomited in the car, 10 minutes in to a 10 hour trip.. the love was kinda lacking then.
They were amazing for me and made me feel like super mum. I told the husband I could easily handle another 2 kids… he politely told me to go get ......
I promised the 8 year old (wow that is weird typing 8 instead of 7) that I would not be on my phone during our holiday or even take the laptop. No work, no Facebook stalking and no pretending to be a dog on snap chat. So updating my blog was not an option.
The good news out of me destroying myself for the last month and a bit, is that my determination to get my sh*t together is the highest it has ever been since day 1 of this journey. I am proud to say that I have now been 1 week sugar free and back at bootcamp.
I signed up for a 12 week challenge with Griffin Personal Training and seriously the best decision ever. I had my weigh in today and if the scales were correct (i made her weigh me twice) I may have just dropped 5 kg in 1 week… WTF
I think 2kg of this is water weight.
I have trained really hard and stuck to the first week detox, so I know its deserved but I didn’t think the number would be so high. No doubt big numbers in the first week means small numbers to follow, but the fact I did not give up this week was a credit to me. ESPECIALLY when someone dropped around a whole box of Krispy Kreme donuts to cheer me up after the funeral. I stared at them for a good 20 minutes and then gave them to the neighbourhood kids. I strangely told them they weren’t poisoned because I felt like walking up the laneway handing out donuts to kids riding bikes was very creepy. Saying they weren’t poisoned is apparently even creepier.
I text my husband straight after my weigh in and my husband being the great support he is sent me this :
Yes as well as chocolate I also became a KFC addict in the last month plus..
Thank you for the google search info about KFC….
Stop judging me!
I like how apparently I have been "starving" when I have eaten more consistently and more actual meals then I have in the last 2 months.
Getting up at 4:30am to exercise seems like the devils d*ck, but its over for the day and I can’t make the excuse that things have come up with the kids and with life, because I would normally be asleep at that time (oh sleep how i miss you, you glorious bastard).
So that is where I have been but I am back.
I have some new recipes that I will be cooking during my challenge, that I can hopefully share with you and I am so excited to see where I end up at the end of the 12 weeks.
I have also been stalking so many sites and also finding bulk recipes that you might like to try.
New motivation = new me
Happy Saturday Night People.
What a massive massive week since I last blogged.
I have so much to write about but thought I would start from the beginning and spread my news out over the week (got to have something to write about...)
Lets start with the recipe challenge. For those that don’t follow my blog but somehow found yourself here because you clicked a link trying to find yourself a sugar mumma, hi! For those who couldn’t be bothered reading past blog entries because the current ones made you want to give yourself an upper cut, hi! For those like myself, who can’t remember where they put their phone two minutes ago, so why the hell would they remember a blog entry from two weeks ago, hi! Let me fill you in.
Basically I had this brain fart, that I no doubt stole off someone else or came across when stalking a friends, ex girlfriends current boyfriend on Facebook. It was to get my friends together and do a massive cook up and share the food amongst our families. High five for Jess for wanting other people to cook so she didn’t have too.
The problem lay in the fact that people thought by substituting ingredients to make them sugar free, it would make them taste like a donkeys testicle. I set myself the challenge to make all the recipes my friends would make and see if I could win them over.
The thing that absolutely sucks about this whole experience is, that I only have one photo! I took a photo of the care package I was sending home with my friends. I had to apparently send the food home with them, because they couldn’t eat it in front of me, as they would feel too guilty to tell me if it tasted like said donkey testicle. They can however bag me out via text or Facebook status “worst food eva”….
I actually thought my friends would take a photo of the food (even though I didn’t ask them too) but it turns out my friends aren’t hipster wankers and don’t take photos of the food they are about to eat. Unlucky for you guys because you can’t see how much freaking effort went into making it look amazing.
The recipes that I had to make were
Choc Chip Cookies
Coconut Ice and Fudge
Chicken Tomato, Basil and Bacon Pasta
I created a group message for my friends to openly comment on my food. I also added in their husbands because we all know husbands have no tact and will let you know that your cooking is crap before friends do.
Because I don’t like to give to much information out about myself, thanks to a little problem I have with people thinking this blog is actually about hooking Nigerian men up with rich old ladies. I do recieve a lot of hate messages when I tell them I can’t actually help them. Therefore I am just going to give my friends code names. There names are based on things about them.
We have :
Big Jugs McGhee better known as BJM and her hubby Big Jugs McGhees Husband BJMH
Cant sing but won’t stop better know as CS and her hubby CSH
Skinny cow with amazing hair better known as SC and her hubby SCH
and my bestest friend
Cant hold her booze face better know as CHB and her hubby CHBH
Here were my reviews.
**please note i edited out a lot of f-bombs and inappropriate stuff that was said about my mum…
BJM - Can’t even tell the difference. I think I lost weight from eating this. Kids loved it!
BJMH - I think you need to cook this for us on rotation every week. Really good..
CS - Def can’t tell the difference from a normal lasagna. Tastes healthier or fresher.. not sure
CSH - Crap. Vomitted after it.
CS - He said he loved it.
SC - I didn’t taste it… sorry. I got takeaways that night
SCH - Kids ate it, 3 year old didn’t like it but he doesn’t like anything that is not deep-fried. I thought it was good but needed more spice.
CHB - Sold no one noticed anything different. I liked how half had spinach leaves..
CHBH - Better cold the next day on toast
CHB - That is disgusting
CHOC CHIP COOKIES
BJM - Mixed feelings. It wasn’t as sweet as Im used too but i still ate 3 of them
BJMH - 3, you ate 5.
BJM - No I gave 2 to the kids thank you
BJMH - They were good.
CS - A little bitter but not bad, if you were given them you wouldn’t knock them back
CSH - I thought they were good
SC - Loved them but I adore dark chocolate
SCH - Yeh I thought they were good too but could have used like a macadamia nut or something through them as well
CHB - I don’t really like home baked biscuits because they don’t taste like Oreos or tim tams. I wouldn’t bake biscuits anyway. They were ok.
CHBH - Thumbs up
COCONUT ICE AND FUDGE
BJM - Fudge F*** yes, coconut ice was a little unusual. I don’t know what but it wasn’t that good. I would make your fudge everyday
BJMH - Fudge was great, coconut ice tasted healthy
CS - I wouldn’t normally make either of these but your recipes were really good, especially if they are better for you then the sugar ones
CSH - I think you need to make these for us more often. Fudge was a bit gooey but good.
SC - Couldn’t tell the difference. I think your fudge was less sickly. I hate coconut ice so I gave it to hubby
SCH - Kids went crazy over all of this. I only got a tiny bit. Would definitely eat it again
CHB - YES, YES and YEs
CHBH - I think that is a yes?
CHICKEN TOMATO AND BASIL PASTA
BJM - Not as good as my grannies recipe but honestly it was still good.
BJMH - Tasted different to the one my wife makes but still bloody dam delicious
CS - Oh wow! I have nothing to compare this too, but it was delicious
CSH - Everyone ate it!
SC - Yum! Really really good
SCH - Hate Basil, tasted like sh*t
CHB - Everyone had seconds
CHBH - You were the only one that had seconds, there was not enough for anyone else.
BJM - Texture was different, I didn’t really like it at all.
BJMH - Was great. Didn’t taste like pouring custard but like custard you get in those delicious pastry things from the bakery.
CS - We all ate it but we don’t ever have custard, so I don’t know if its better or worse so would definitely use this recipe if I was too make it
CSH - tasted artificial, didn’t like it
SC - We said it had to be better than Pauls custard. It was eaten by the kids but not inhaled like they usually do. I actually liked it but its not better than the one we buy
SCH - Was good
CHB - You could tell the sweeter was different but not in a bad way.
CHBH - It was thick and I like my women and custard exactly like this.
BJM - Really really good. Icing was the best part. We would cook these again
BJMH - Don’t like cupcakes, didn’t try one
CS - Great job on this one. Icing was the best part.
CSH - Perfect for dipping in milk.
SC - A little bitter but the sweetness of the icing rescued it.
SCH - My wife is jealous. They were better then the ones she makes.
CHB - Would definitely use this recipe
CHBH - Well what are you waiting for? These cupcakes won’t cook themselves.
I seriously thought everyone was going to tell me how much they hated them. Because I was so bloody happy that I had succeeded, I told them they didn’t have to cook me food for a month (as arranged if I was successful) Im nice like that. I did however tell them, that I am going to be Head Chef next week and they will be cooking under my command. I will be breathing down their necks and screaming in their face like any good Head Chef does. I really am a good friend.
I will post the recipe links up tonight.
During the week my loveable little rogue of a husband, decided that he needed to purchase a tub of ice-cream and some ice magic. Oh no he didn't!!
My face when he walked in with it was a mixture of shock and a hyena snarl. To be honest, I probably would have been less shocked if he walked in with a bag of cocaine and some illegal fireworks.
What the hell was he doing bringing ice-cream and ice magic into my house? Didn't I make him sign a contract in blood that he wouldn't bring tempting foods within a 5km radius of his wife?? Obviously I didn't, but I bloody should have
When realising that he might be about to wear the ice-cream and ice magic, he just smiled and said "sorry". I think I heard him whisper "not sorry" straight after, like the teeny boppy demon he was becoming.
My husband is one of those lucky people who have never struggled with their weight at all. In fact he struggles with putting on weight and he wishes he was bigger... And the whole universe sighs in sadness because how horrible it would be, to want to put on weight.
Me on the other hand, came straight out of my mothers belly with the doctors declaring "put her on a diet stat!"
To be honest I didn't actually care that he bought ice-cream into the house, I didn't feel like it at all. I had my own bounty of sugar free cupcakes to enjoy for the next ten years of my life to get through. (see previous blog entry for more info...)
I was however worried for the two little humans of the family. The 2 year old lives for this type of stuff. There is no way in the history of the world that she would go without, if she knew her own father was partaking in the food of the devil.
The 7 year old was pretty hit and miss these days with his sweets. I never know what he is going to turn down or accept. Things that I think he would jump at, he declines and things I don't think would interest him, he seems to want to try. The logic of being a child and not doing what your parents want.
I decided then and there that I needed to make a version of ice cream that would be good enough for myself and the kids and also good enough for my husband. Even though I didn't care for his full cream plain ice-cream, if that would have been Ben and Jerrys chocolate peanut butter, than this entry would have been completely different. No doubt ending in me waking up on some street corner, wearing one high heel and being covered in ice-cream.
Because I am such a spontaneous person, not much planning goes into my ideas. I was absolutely adamant that I had to make ice-cream tonight. However there was one big problem I had to overcome.
You see I had already taken my bra off and that meant there was no possible way I was going to leave the house, it just could not happen. There is no turning back, once one decides to free the puppies.
I was either going to have to give up on my ice-cream making hopes and dreams or just make do with the ingredients I had in the house. The events that unfolded were pretty much one of those unexplained flukes of life, where things for some weird reason just seem to work out better than you could imagine.
I somehow managed to make the most amazing creamy ice cream out of 4 ingredients. This is not a lie.
1 teaspoon of vanilla essence (i have my own home made version)
500mls of thickened cream.
In my head I knew I had the base of something pretty good. This was because I had attempted to make a creamy frosting at the start of the week and it was way too fluffy and runny for my cupcakes.It did however, taste like something I would pay money to eat.
I blitzed the egg, vanilla essence and dextrose together for about 20 seconds and then scraped down the side of the bowl.
I then added the 500mls of cream and butterfly whisked it for about 2minutes. This was when it started to stiffen and wouldn't fall off the spoon. Once again delicious and amazing.
I told the 7 year old to come try it and then had to ground him and send him to his room for some made up reason, so he wouldn't eat it all.
I then placed it in a thermo-server and set it in the freezer. After about 2 hours I came back and it was so light and fluffy and tasted like high end ice-cream. You know the expensive ones you see on the shelf that you can't justify spending $10 on. It wasn't set through but it was exactly like the soft bits around the edges you try and eat with your spoon from the container. A-BLOODY-MAZING!!
The next day it had hardened, but not to the point where it had water crystals or any of the nastys you can sometimes get. We left it out for about 5min and it was once again soft delicious bliss.
I gave some to my husband and he was impressed. I gave some to my parents and a visiting friend and they too were blown away by what I had given them. They were also surprised I had made this myself and and that it was able to be eaten by someone trying to be fructose free.
You literally must try this recipe!!!
And to think I was going to kick my husband in the baby maker for bringing ice-cream into my house. If it wasn't for him being a selfish turd then I wouldn't have this recipe to share.
Heres to my husband being a turd.!!
I have had so many messages in the last week, asking how I went with the challenge of amazing my friends with my incredible cooking skills. To be honest the messages were more like "did anyone die" " did you fail as predicted" "did you manage to not burn any of the food" and "can you find me a sugar mum"... However, I truely appreciate the messages none the less. To those interested in knowing, all will be revealed Sunday when my victims get to taste test my food and hopefully not die from consuming it.
To be honest I am pretty confident that I am going to be receiving 10/10 on all accounts. I would go so far as to say that if Gordan Ramsay was going to be judging my cooking, I think I would receive about 5 f-bombs instead of my usual 500.
Ok, maybe this confidence is a little uncalled for, but I have literally made the dishes about 3 times each, changing things here and there to get it as amazeballs as possible.
Heres a little recap of what I am creating.
Choc Chip Cookies
Coconut Ice and Fudge
Chicken Tomato, Basil and Bacon Pasta
I asked my friends to give me the recipes that they would normally use and I cooked their recipe and then made my own adapted version from the one they gave me.
The recipes that gave me the most grief were the custard and the cupcakes.
I had to buy the custard from the shops as apparently my friend doesn't actually ever make it, because nothing she makes tastes like it. Well that sounds like an easy recipe to conquer.. let me use my taste testing skills to guess the ingredients... chicken? vanilla?? All it comes down to is ME versus the multi million dollar company and their best selling product... This is the only recipe that I think will get the thumbs dow,n but in saying that my kids have declared it as being the best custard they have ever tasted (and I didn't even have to pay them to say that)
I also couldn't get the sweetness of the chocolate used in the cup cakes BUT i did make some kicka$$ icing that shat all over her recipe.
I can honestly say that I never ever want to eat nor cook another cupcake again, after the batches and batches I made and failed at trying to recreate hers. The kids literally had a choice of 59 cupcakes at one stage to choose from for their school lunches.... Lets just say my freezer now looks like it has been invaded by cupcakes who just didn't make the cut.
I also nearly had an epic meltdown over the fact that my oven is a complete an utter a$$hole and would not do what it was asked. It literally has one job to do and that was to cook my bloody food . Evenly would be nice but I would have settled for not burnt. Apparently that is too much to ask for. I ended up having to go to my parents house to cook in the end because when you find yourself standing in front of your oven calling it every swear word under the sun, you know that you have problems. It is even worse when you find yourself begging your oven to not burn your cookies and that it will be rewarded by being cleaned until it shines like the wings of an angel. Unfortunately my oven only speaks a-hole and couldn't process my requests.
So in a couple more days I will find out whether I can do the "in your face" happy dance or the "I am never going out in public again" slow dance. Either way, I have got some great recipes to share with you and I feel like I've achieved some personal goals for myself.
In other news my favourite and only son turns 8 next week! I seriously can not believe that I have managed to keep him alive for 8 years. That is a record for me really. I once kept a plant alive for one whole year but then it got all needy and required me to water it more then just the times that I remembered (so demanding).
The 8 year old will also be celebrating another birthday fructose free. When asked how he feels about having another birthday sugar free he replied " good because I don't really like sweets anymore, but I do like presents, so maybe just get me presents instead of junk food". He is definitely my son. He also told me that sugar gives him belly aches and the last thing he would want is a belly ache on his birthday. I wanted to tell him that in 10 years time, he will have more then a belly ache on his birthday. Most likely a hangover that will last for days... but I will let him find that out for himself.
The 8 year old has also been sick lately and today instead of being at work, I am at home taking care of my little chicken. Even when he is on his deathbed, he wants to be having all types of adventures, but not this time and that worries me. Today he is laying in bed sleeping and not doing his usual panadol miracle recovery. This is where he has panadol and then forgets his is sick and starts doing things that makes me question taking the day off. Then he has his come-down, when the panadol starts wearing off and the process is repeated upon his next dose.
I am pretty sure he is going to have Abs of steal after coughing non stop for the last 4 days. The Dr has prescribed him some antibiotics and hopefully today we see him starting to be his old self.
The 2 year old is at daycare as per her normal routine because the last thing I need is her either catching what her brother has or her trying to take advantage of him being at his weakest and trying to initiate some baby fight club, where she beats the living sh*t out of him as he lays on his deathbed. I saw her strapping her knuckles this morning, so it was a good thing I got her out of the house.
On that note, I have to finish up here. His highness is requiring some type of beverage that will make his throat feel better. I do have a recipe for a good alcoholic beverage that would numb his throat for days but I don't like sharing my alcohol with anyone, so he will just have to make do with a warm hot chocolate (fructose free of course!)
Happy Thursday...1 step closer to the weekend
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