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.