Every single day has bought about a struggle for something. Whether it be soft drink or the nagging feeling that I need to have a sweet treat. Its like I convinced myself that if it has dextrose or rice malt syrup, then I should be allowed to have it because it's technically fructose free. However when I'm struggling to fit into my clothes, these treats haven't been earnt yet.
The biggest difference between my first week of detox last year and this year, is that I was exercising pretty intently when I decided to quit sugar. This week I haven't done anything that even resembles exercise, so I don't feel like Im hitting big time goals just yet. I feel strangely guilty and lazy, but the truth is I haven't had a second to spare, to even squeeze my ass into my Lorna Janes. On top of working every day this week, the 7 year old has had NAPLAN testing and in the spirit of being a good mum, I have tried to have him in bed early, so he is not tired for his test... Im not sure if getting kids to bed at a normal/early time is a problem for most families, but in our family we have a creature we like to refer to as the Sleep Stealing Demon.... the 2 year old. I'm pretty sure her only purpose in life, is to make sure that no one in the household goes to sleep, until she wants them to go to sleep.
If we have the 2 year old asleep before 10pm, we are high giving ourselves and doing all kinds of dance moves out of the bedroom. However this week I was going to defeat the 2 year old demon. Even if this meant giving up my favourite tv show and laying in the dark without my phone to keep me sane. This would mean walking straight in the door after work, cooking dinner, eating dinner, putting the kids in the bath and then having every single light off in the house by 6:30pm. BAM LETS DO THIS.
The 7 year old of course would have to debate me about going to bed at a "normal time" and insist that he was the only child in the world going to bed at this time. It was declared as probably the worst day of his life and that he will no doubt need therapy. I secretly wanted to agree with him and bitch about how unfair this whole scenario is, since I wanted to be out watching Master Chef and winding down from a huge day at work. The 2 year old seemed excited about a new challenge of destroying my plans of an early bedtime and I'm pretty sure I heard her doing warm up vocal exercises in her cot, to prepare her throat for the banshee screams of death to keep us all awake.
The first night I was lucky enough to have reinforcements from the husband. With military precision we began OPERATION BEDTIME. I lay in bed with the 2 year old and he lay in bed with the 7 year old. My plan was to massage the 2 year olds little arms and legs and give her a relaxing back scratch until she fell asleep. I think the husbands plan was to bore the absolute shit out of the 7 year old, by telling him how to check his work tomorrow in his test. His plan was working a treat, mine not so well. You see the husband is the one, who usually comes in 3 hours after I have tried every single trick to get the 2 year old to sleep. He comes in like some super WWF wrestler to tag me out and win the match (even though I have done all the hard yards). He then does this little massage trick on her arms and legs and has her asleep in 5min flat.
After me trying to massage her arms for about 10 minutes, she rolls over and says "No! Mum, Mum like this" and then moved my hand further up her arm. Apparently my skills were not cutting it and after having to move my hand 3 more times, she said "No Mum, Mum, Dadda do it"... WELL I NEVER!! I walked into the 7 year olds room and told the husband that apparently my services were no longer needed and his skills were required in the master bedroom. We swapped kids and I had the 7 year old asleep in 2 minutes and he had the 2 year old asleep in 5minutes! GO TEAM!!
On the second night the 2 year old had not been given a daytime sleep, which made her perform her satanic demon rituals earlier at the playground. This also meant she was asleep before her head hit the pillow! WINNING.
However the last two nights were a battle of wills. I had them both asleep by 8, but that was a good two hours of laying in the dark, getting up for drinks, toilet stops, fighting, screaming, throwing bottles, throwing dolls, 7 year olds complaining that he was going to fail his maths test because 2 year olds wouldn't be quite and then 2 year olds yelling out "you a bad boy" and "No" in response to everything the 7 year old had to say, which led to a bedtime brawl and me threatening for them both to sleep outside with the dog.
So obviously exercise was the least of my worries this week. If only thinking about exercise burnt as many calories as actually doing it. I would be a size 6 with a 12 pack in no time!!
As mentioned at the start of the blog, tonight I have a 30th birthday party to attend. Hmm that obviously means beverages and we all know that CC and Dry are my one weakness. It is also a costume party and that means dutch courage is needed for one to wear the costume that I am rocking up in... A little number that would look much more amazing if I wasn't sporting a muffin top. However I am not going 6.5 days hardcore and spoil it in the last innings. I absolutely choose fitting into my old clothes and not having to turn my head at a weird angle in my selfies to hide my double chin OVER sugar loaded alcohol.
I will be drinking Vodka, soda water and lime! I am even packing my own limes, incase they don't have any.
I know there is sugar free versions of alcohol, but Im trying to stay away from chemical sweeteners.
I think next week will be a little easier for me, because personally I know that if I can push out one week, then I can push out two weeks. My goal next week is to exercise and if I only hit out 1 session, I will be happy.
I will also be going away for 4 nights at the end of the week to celebrate my wedding anniversary. This means my meal plan (for those following at home) will require you guys to fend for yourselves a little bit or look through my past meal plans. You can find them here!! Or just look in my DINNER BREAKFAST recipes!! Good luck!!
Its also important to note, that when planning my meal plan for this week, that a huge factor in my meal choices is TIME. I don't have the luxury of spending a huge amount of time in the kitchen for breakfast. So my breakfast choice is always quick and simple. To be honest, half the time my breakfast sits there, as I'm often trying to referee the kids morning routine.
My morning goes like this:
Step One - Go into 7 year olds room and wake him up
Step Two - Go into the 2 year olds room and wake her up
Step Three - Go back into the 7 year olds room, who has gone back to sleep and wake him up again
Step Four - Pick the 2 year old up out of the cot and put her on the couch
Step Five - Go in and threaten to kill the 7 year old if he is not out of bed. Upon exiting the room snatch his blanket off him and throw it on the floor.
Step Six - Go into the kitchen and make breakfast for the kids and myself. The reason I don't do this pre- waking up is because it would be cold by the time they get up.
Step Seven- Make the same thing for the 7 year old that he has every.single.day.of.his.life. Vegemite and cheese on toast. The 2 year old will go with rice puffs and milk.
Step Eight - Serve breakfast and turn off the television
Step Nine - Argue the same argument as the day before and the day before that as to why we don't watch tv whilst eating.
Step Ten - Tell the kids to actually eat and stop staring at the food
Step Eleven - Tell them to hurry up and eat as we have to be out the door in 30 min
Step Twelve - Threaten them to eat or I will throw it in the bin
Step Thirteen - Go and get dressed
Step Fourteen - Yell at kids again for eating only one bite since I last saw them.
Step Fifteen - Depending on the time devour my toast or breakfast
Step Sixteen - Make the kids get dressed
Step Seventeen - Argue with them to now STOP eating their food
Step Eighteen - Help kids get dressed
Step Nineteen - Triple Check their bags whilst they brush their teeth
Step Twenty - Yell at the kids for fighting over the sink to spit in
Step Twenty-One - Wrangle everyone in the car.
Step Twenty - Two - Yell at the 7 year old for having to run back to get something he forgot, even though I asked him about 15 times if he has everything.
So yeh, me eating breakfast is not really a huge priority. I could get up earlier and eat before I wake them, but I choose sleep over eating any day of the week.
Breakfast - Hmm Hangover Breakfast. Maybe Bacon and Eggs, maybe red rooster... as long as its fructose free lets be adventurous.
Lunch - Toasted Ham Cheese and Tomato Sandwich
Dinner - Chicken and Roast Veggies
Breakfast - Greek Yoghurt, rice puffs, shredded coconut and a swirl of RMS
Lunch - Sour Dough Bread with Sugar Compliant Peanut Butter
Dinner - Lemon Ricotta Pasta
Breakfast - Toast with smashed avocado, lemon juice and Pepper
Lunch - Left over Lemon Ricotta Pasta
Dinner - Non Fried Rice
Breakfast - Greek Yoghurt, rice puffs, shredded coconut and a swirl of RMS
Lunch - Left over Non Fried Rice
Dinner - Coconut Pumpkin Soup or LEFT OVERS DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH WASTE IN FRIDGE
Breakfast - Sour Dough Toast with Cheese and Avocado
Lunch - Leftovers
Dinner - OUT TO TEA WITH FAMILY
Breakfast - On the road. Will probably Pack Peanut Butter Sandwiches and homemade cocoa dextrose flavoured milks
Lunch - On the road. Servo Burger or maybe subway?
Dinner - OUT TO TEA
Breakfast - Eggs, Tomato, Spinach and Sunflower seeds
Lunch - OuT TO LUNCH
Dinner - OUT TO DINNER
Once again consistency is the key. For those who like to mix it up and not have the same meals twice in a row (that used to be me) then I seriously salute you for finding the time and energy to smash it out day after day.
Anyway I have to run as I am off to a Kombucha Party soon.. Sahhhh excited!! I will let you know how it goes!!!!
Heres to an amazing weekend!!