Excuse Me Linda….but….

I've always got alot to tell…. I usually forget most of it

Pretend the Perfect Parent Exists

via Daily Prompt: Pretend

Pretend if you will, for just a moment, that all parents involved in kids sport are perfect examples to their children of how they should behave when they grow up, or when they play sport.

Pretend that they teach their children to lose gracefully and win graciously and to treat their opposition and match officials with respect.

Pretend that they put good sportsmanship and healthy attitudes before winning.

Pretend they say things like “thank you” or “can I help you” to the volunteers who run their clubs and activities instead of bullying them or complaining when thinks aren’t perfect.

Pretend that they don’t always think that their child is better than, more important than, faster than or more skillful than the other kid.

Now pretend that I am a fairy Princess and I can grant wishes.

Each are as likely as the other ūüôā

I will qualify this by saying that SOMETIMES I am a Fairy Princess, and therefore, SOMETIMES parents are all that they should be.

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Panic Renamed

via Daily Prompt: Panic

I’ve never written a response to a blog prompt, hell, I’ve only written a handful of entries, and when I saw this topic, I felt a little disappointed, because I thought, “you don’t panic, so what could you write about?”. ¬†Then the pesky little voice said “LC, you’re such a big, fat liar. ¬†You panic all the time, you’re just one of the best in your circle at hiding it”.

So in my very first responsive blog entry, I’ll expose the panic that I hide dozens of times a week, usually while I’m giving someone else a pep talk on why they shouldn’t panic, comforting them, encouraging them to be brave and have faith in themselves. ¬†For what is panic, but a lack of faith in one’s own ability to succeed, control, conquer, achieve, survive or be respected, loved or accepted, and don’t we each battle that at some point and on some level almost every day?

Those of us who don’t think we panic, have just learnt the art of harnessing the fear and the adrenaline it pumps through us and we tell ourselves we’re excited at a challenge. ¬†Most of us just rename fear, or panic or apprehension and we give it another name, so it doesn’t cripple us and in doing so, we make ourselves a hostile, infertile host to full blown panic.

So, don’t panic. ¬†Just rename that sucker, embrace the terror that contracts your sphincter, shoulders back, head up, deep breath and…….go! ¬†Smack that panic right in the face and rule your world for another moment.

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Some days it just pays to be me.

Feel like I’ve accomplished so much this week, and feeling really good about myself. ¬†Better health, better energy levels, better fitness (non existent compared to really fit people!) and ¬†better mental clarity, except for that one day after only getting 3.75 hours sleep….I was pretty fucked up that day!

Really not sure why I’m even writing this blog, other than this is a blog where I get to write whatever I like, so there you go, I’ve just answered my own question!

Hubby & I, after my exercise session this morning, took ourselves off to the other side of Sydney to visit DB, my Monster-in-Law (that’s just my pet name for her, she really is quite sweet(ish). ¬†After leaving DB, we headed into town to shop up a bit of a storm.

After doing it pretty hard in our early days, I’m enjoying the financial freedom that this time of our lives is delivering. ¬†Pretty sure we won’t always be this flush, and I know that a sensible choice is save like a demon so we don’t go without later, but there’s also that other option of, enjoy what you have while you have it because you might be dead next week, which also has its own merits…anyhow, the hubbit needed a new computer, because Apple officially called his old one “Vintage”, and after listening to him lament his situation for so long, I decided that it was time to treat the old boy to a new toy.

Of course, while there, I best buy myself a few little bits for my belated birthday, so Apple Watch, new bluetooth speaker & Apple TV box so I can hook up our devices to the Smart TV (listen to me getting all TechSavy on you!) and we were all set!

While in the Apple Store, we saw a friend of J’s (our son) who works in the store… that sweet, sweet girl without any request from us, gave us her staff discount! ¬†She saved us $260 in discounts…what a beautiful soul….bunch of thank you blooms will need to be sent!

So I’ve had retail therapy…. I’ve lost 3.5kg. in 2.5 weeks of my diet, and feeling really positive about losing more soon and I’m no longer “hungry” all the time, so I really feel like I’m kicking goals there too, and to top it all off, I’ve had a killer few days at work too, getting heaps done, which I’m putting down to my clarity and better energy levels, so go me I say.

Clocking off now to cook up a storm… lovin life…just thought I’d share some of the positivity with you



Fitness Queen For The Day

Just a little bit chuffed with myself, so I’m going to do a little bit of showing off.

Up this morning, let myself have a sleep in because it’s my day off, and after rising, had that little niggle of “ah my knees hurt, what’s the road of least resistance so I don’t have to do too much work?”

Then I remembered the ¬†12WBT quote of “JFDI”, which is supposed to mean “Just Friggin’ Do It”, but who says Friggin???? so¬†“Just Fuckin’ Do It Lard Arse”, the theory behind it being (which is a great excuse buster by the way) just start it and stop when you can’t go on, if you’re really sick or injured or tired, you can stop, but just give it a go to start with. ¬†Just fuckin’ do it!

So I did. ¬†Mrs Wobblybits herself put on her active wear costume, had a heartstarter coffee (with one sugar instead of 2 1/2), cleared the lounge room floor, put on Budda Radio and set the iPad up on the stand in front of me so I could follow the workout. ¬†Start workout, and trip on the rug! ¬†Haha…..just laugh, fix the rug and move on. ¬†Remember to pull up through your Core….. I still don’t really have a core, but found a bit that might eventually be a core, so pulled up through it.

I totally owned that work out, smashed it and couldn’t believe it, by the time I’d finished, I wasn’t dead, was smiling like the Village Idiot and decided that I still had energy to burn so I’d go for a walk. ¬†But not my customary 1.5 km walk, because I’d be too tired for that, so I’d scale it down to just a quick 1 km walk. ¬†Guess what? ¬†Mrs Wobblybits in her active wear complete with wrist bands and cooling towel and trusty dog in tow cracked the 2km mark!

Now the thoughts that go through my head while I’m walking are scary, there’s about 4 versions of myself, all battling for centre stage, and that one little part of me that no one sees, the quite, contemplative one, just sitting back quietly in my head saying “wow, I’m so blessed” and¬†feeling really thankful for all the amazingness in my life and just appreciating the beautiful views I have while I walk. ¬†I thought, right here, right now, I am so content, thank you Universe…… and then one of the four other biatches in my head completely intruded, and brought to my attention that I was walking with a very uncomfortable one sided wedgie…. there goes another pair of undies I need to throw out, never mind, they were going to be too big for me soon anyway…lol.

Ok… so I know it was just walking and not jogging, but my poor old arthritic knees aren’t ready for running yet. ¬†But, I am soooooo proud of myself. ¬†I know it’s nothing in the scheme of things, but for me, who a month ago was starting to picture myself as that morbidly obese woman who can’t get out of her bed, has to be sponged bathed by community nurses and whose only form of income is posing for fat calendars, this is like climbing Mt Everest for me…. so let me glory just for a while ūüôā

I’m going to have a meal, and then tackle the gardens. ¬†I’ve included a photo of some of the view I get to look at on my walk.

Adios amigo

Diet Hell…Where all the big girls go at the end of Winter

It’s spring here in Australia.¬† I think there’s some sort of uncontrollable rebirthing mechanism within most of us that just automatically goes off somewhere in the last month of blessed winter (my favourite time of the year), and without really meaning to, I find myself wanting to shed half my body weight.¬† That’s no joke. I really do need to lose about 1/2 my body weight, but right now I’m feeling exceptionally motivated to lose just some of it.

Having agonized for so long about what my options are, and not liking most of them, I set myself a goal to lose 25 kg by 01Sep17 or go under the knife to have some fairly radical gastric bypass surgery.¬† While such surgery, I believe, will save my life, I’ve really no joy to derive from spending the rest of my life with a stomach that won’t even hold 1/2 a cream bun!

So once again, I’m embarking upon the weight loss journey!¬† I expect that I’ll have lots to tell you over the coming 12 weeks about this journey, but it’s not the reason for or the focus of my blog, so here we go again.¬† Enjoy riding with me ūüôā

No “real” photo with this post

Gaaaaaaaaahhhhh! That’s my retching, vomit sound.¬† Just took my photo front on & side on in a full length mirror for my “Before & After” photo expose`.¬† Have been firmly reminded why people shaped like me should never take selfies in active wear.¬† You’re just going to have to rely on my written updates on how good I’m looking as I morph from Hippo to Meerkat (What? Meerkats are sexy!).¬† Trust me baby, you’re gonna want me if we just use my words ūüôā

In fact, I’m thinking of forming a vigilante movement to take out anyone who wears active wear in public.¬† It’s horrible.¬† You either look so amazingly good, young, fit & healthy in it that it makes me what to trip you over for making me hate how I look, or you look like I look in it, in which case, what the fuck were you thinking leaving the house looking like that?¬† Really, girl look at yourself.¬† No one needs to see your saggy bits!¬† God invented flowing fabrics for a reason.¬† So you and I can wear them and feel lovely and pretty and swan about like Her Royal Highness Princess Prettypants.¬† So, turn around, go home, get out of that active wear that shows off your back tits as well as your front tits and put your MooMoo on.¬† We won’t even talk about Camel Toes and active wear.¬† That’s a whole other chapter on it’s own.

Big Grandma day coming up today¬†– off to see my boy Flynn.¬† He’s such a joy to my heart.¬† I’m not such a joy to his heart yet, his Mum & Dad are the only ones who take that honour at the moment, but the smiles are getting bigger and more plentiful, and I’d like to think (and don’t you dare tell me otherwise!) that the smiles of recognition are also happening with more certainty.

Day off from work today too, so I’m pretty pleased about that.¬† Held the last of our “Finals” last night and I’ve got to say, I’ve had so much of the “nice” knocked out of me this season by some of the sweet community athletes that, quite frankly, I couldn’t have given a shit who won or who lost last night.¬† I would have been just as happy for the prima donnas to chase the ball right of the edge of a cliff.¬† OMG…you can always tell when I need a rest.

So, it’s off to KMart before visiting my girl.¬† Will probably spend the equivalent of my Smith’s Chips and CC’s budget, which is no longer available to me in that format, on home workout equipment that will also double as attractive occasional tables.¬† Bring on the getfit/weightloss era x 4 reps!

I hate it when…

…….You discover to your horror (at least twice a week, so it shouldn’t really be a surprise), that while you love your spouse to the moon and back and would gladly die for him and you know he would die for you, you’ve actually got almost nothing in common.

Ultimately, our ability to not get hung up on hanging on each other’s every word, to go days without seeing each other and a willingness to be in different rooms of the house from each other because we can’t stand what the other is doing, watching or ¬†listening to etc. is probably the key to not becoming so mind numbingly bored with each other.

Don’t get me wrong, we do have many things in common, our love of family, pottering in our developing garden, renovating our “older” new home, and our occasional travels to new places together are just a few. But, sometimes the differences are like an uncrossable canyon.

Here’s my wish list;

I wish he loved sitting up half the night talking.

I wish he were allergic to sleep (like me)

I wish he loved wholefoods, legumes, pulses, cakes with nuts and seeds, fresh fruit (more than 1 orange per year) and fresh, fresh, fresh vegetables in quantities that leave no room on the plate for meat.

I wish he put on weight in direct correlation to the amount of shit food he eats. ¬†It’s not fair. ¬†I take care of myself, exercise, am conscious of everything I put into my body and I’m fat, sick and my knees hurt. ¬†He on the other hand is 25cm taller than me, 30 kg lighter than me and he is strong!

I wish I was strong!

I wish he loved socialising more.

I wish he loved to dance.

I wish I’d hear him say every second Wednesday “hey! ¬†let’s get some people together this weekend and have a party” or “hey! ¬†let’s get drunk”

I wish he gave massages, especially my legs and feet (but it’s nice that he never objects to me hiring a 3rd party to do his job ūüôā )

I wish he loved drives to nowhere.

But then I get a smile that’s meant for only me, and no one else and I just shut up, stop wishing and silently say thanks to the universe… till next week at least. ¬†Just keep smiling baby!



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