Mommamia

I’ve been a busy Mum these past few weeks. Summer season of kiddo sports has started, I’m shifting to working from home full-time and my hubby has been pulling some crazy hours. It’s making me tired just writing about it.

That said, it’s also so energizing to have the warmer weather here again. There’s something about the sun, a cool breeze on a warm day and the smell in the air that makes me want to move my butt even when it’s dragging on the pavement.

I’ve really been struggling. My youngest has taken to waking during the night again. I thought I had it made, but she’s reminded me I’m totally NOT in control here, she is.   My husband looks almost ill due to lack of sleep and I feel like my ass is expanding due to non-activity (it’s only been a week of this hideousness but I was on a roll and so the pause makes me feel like I’m losing my gains).

In fact yesterday I started an account on caloriecount.com and it told me I am sedentary. I thought really you f’er? I’m working my ass off here and apparently it is a sedentary attempt. I DISAGREE.  It didn’t ask about chasing a toddler or battling an attitudey kid in grade one while combatting the meltdowns my son is having. Those burn thousands of calories per millisecond in adrenaline, rage, laughter…. That’s where most of my energy is going these days!

The reason I started this account isn’t actually about calories, I feel “off”.  So I’m just logging my food to see the nutrient intake. I think I am missing something and I lack the mental power to pull it off without something else doing the calculations. Gotta love the internet and phone apps for remedies such as these!

I supplement my B12 intake heavily with Douglas Laboratories Methylcobalamin Liquid B12 as I do not absorb it.  I used to be a-ok in that regard, then I had kids and they sucked it out of me. After getting shots for a few years (which hurt and have cyanide in them), I switched to this product. Is amazing for those that may be considering.

So after one day of logging my food I haven’t found a trend. We’ll give it a few days to see what I’m not ingesting enough of and tweak it.  Oddly enough though without counting calories I am on target!! You don’t have to sweat those details when you eat REAL food.  It’s when you key in a piece of bread that your caloric count shoots through the roof – lord help you if you had a donut.

So for now, as I am sluggish, it’s been walking, short workouts on my bosu ball and using equipment at home mixed with a few workouts at the gym per week. I’m travelling for work again so booking hotels with workout facilities.  I’m not giving in OR giving up, just staying as active as I can.

What do I really want to do? Bust out a hammock, call over some chiseled young tanned eye candy bartender dude to bring me fruity cocktails while having another fine, young, chiseled bronzed man working the BBQ. I’m feeling lazy, and in need of a luxurious getaway. Ahh well, I guess that’s what dreams are for – if you can sleep!

Courtesy of Google

 

A small victory in the eyes of some, a HUGE one for this momma!!

This is going to be brief, I’m totally limited on time BUT IT FINALLY HAPPENED!

I fit into department store sized bras….WAHOOOOO! No more shopping at pricey specialty shops for H cup sized bras. 

I’m still regrettably busty, I’m currently a DD but I’m working on it!!! Some people pay for big boobs, I’m working my ars off to shrink mine!

The goal: 32 C. Currently 34 DD. 

Wahooo! 

 

 

 

Rest on the weekend you say? Nay I say, NAY!

Once upon a time long weekends meant doing luxurious things like sleeping, crazy amounts of binge drinking and socializing like no-one’s business.

Fast forward a decade and now, it’s all about building decks in three days.

Did we succeed? No – but damn’t we tried, and tried, and tried. I’ve got the farmer’s tans to support this labor filled effort.

Where does one begin?  The equipment we rented to reduce the workload didn’t work. After mass amounts of swearing we reluctantly resorted to old school tools. What can you do? Either give up, or keep trying. I don’t quit. In this way, my hubby and I are the same. Once our mind is made up, it will be done.  We had baby sitters lined up and there was no way we were wasting the opportunity.

As the unskilled assistant, I got the shyte job. The gas-powered auger wasn’t co-operating and so I was the post digger. My shoulders still feel seriously jacked.  WHAT A WORKOUT!   I dug out eleven post holes, then re-dug them as the f’ers weren’t big enough.

We were only able to land baby sitters for the first morning and so by noon I was back on Momma duty.  Our helpers had long weekend plans and as the forecast was so unbelievably beautiful, we couldn’t even bribe them to stay. Can’t say I blame them, curse them sure but blame them? Nope….

As Momma on duty while the baby was awake I was with the kiddos, the second she napped I became joe-handy chick with two cheerleaders following me around. Thankfully for me my youngest opted for single naps in lengthy durations. I was able to contribute and be a part of the deck-building-team.

My husband is a custom cabinet-maker.  He deals with wood.

I am a virtual trainer, personal trainer, life coach and totally useless wood worker. I was fired as joe-handy chick.  The extent of my contributions became the lumber moving assistant and dirt mover (which was ok by me as I’ve been working on my strength and this was one of those moments that proved to me my efforts are starting to show).

I was also the bartender.  Something about hot sunny days really increases ones desire to have multitude of beer. It may take a few days to deflate from all the bloating but it was worth it.

So what did I learn this weekend?

First, my marriage can survive anything! We’ve renovated a house together, landscaped together, lost a parent, experienced still birth, are dealing with his cancer and raising three monkeys in an urban jungle and even when the power tools fail or you are one board short from finishing the second set of stairs, we can spaz out completely and still laugh at one another.  I am so blessed.

Secondly, and this is a selfish moment of self praise….

I’ve realized I am STRONG enough to do these tasks.  It felt AMAZING to recognize my own power in those moments.  I don’t believe in playing gender cards and I am raising my children with the same philosophy. Work hard, empower yourself to do as much as you can and share your talents with others.    The more skills we have as individuals the more personal power we have over situations (as we become flexible beings willing to take on tasks vs shy away from them) and more natural resources to draw upon when we have things we want to do.

As I stare out my window at my unfinished deck I am feeling enormous pride. Doing things yourself and creating the home you’ve always dreamed of for yourself is very satisfying. Even though this is NOT where we will live forever , it is where we live now. We intend to live every moment to the fullest and so we enjoy investing our time and energy into creating our ultimate retreat. We have a few more weekends of seriously intense labour and then a summer of weekend “chill outs” to enjoy.

Ze deck, partially anyway...

A railing to complete, as well as, privacy wall to construct and then – voila – complete! The BBQ area will be ready to go….

I can’t wait to start building the gazebo for the bar.  That construction begins the moment the decks are complete.  We figure by July (aiming for a Canada Day celebration of no more weekend projects!), we should be able to relax on weekends and just enjoy our time with one another.

What do you like to do in your space to create your personal oasis?

A beautiful pic….and an image I can’t wait to forget.

I saw this on line this past Mother’s Day. I love the words, the intent, the meaning….

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I am, however, shallow…and although I would change nothing about every experience I’ve had as a Mom, I can’t wait to leave this reality behind.

This literally could have been me a few months ago. A few thousand push ups and squats etc. later, I don’t look like this anymore. I can’t wait to shed the last of it.

Being a Mom is amazing, that said, so is being fit!

 

Am I as old as my Mom was?

Sometimes it amazes me how in an instant you become very aware of a thought you had once upon a time ago as a kid about how old you thought your mother was when she was this age.

A few of those surreal moments surfaced this past weekend.

I was crazy excited to cut out our new vegetable gardens. How old do I sound right now? Five, maybe six hundred years old? And yet at the same time, I was seriously excited. I remember my mom being like this when I was a kid and my eyes would roll so far back into my head the daylight disappeared.   

Fast forward a few years (cough, decades ) and here I am. Doing old people things and loving it.

This summer’s mission, to grow as much of the food as we eat as possible.

I cannot wait to see people’s faces when they walk into our backyard in Mississauga.  There will be corn immediately inside the gate. 

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The sod has been removed, soil to be added today along with seeds and voila. We call it a corn patch.

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The Tomatoes have been moved out of the Italiano (hubby is Italian) garden and into their own area. The bambo sticks mark the Roma Tomatoes. The others to be added today, as well as, a few root veggies.

 

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The Italiano Garden. It will have a new section added within it as we are going to run squash and cucumbers up a wall and to a pergola style roof and maximize on space. We will also see how zucchini adapt to this. The strawberries have started, as have a few spices. Over the next few days the seedlings will be moved into their new areas (beets, leeks, lettuce, carrots, squash, cucumbers, muncher cuc’s, more spices, swiss chard, broccoli…)

 

It’s such a great feeling after it’s all done.  Lifting stones and sod, cutting out bushes and removing cedars and placing them elsewhere – it’s huge work! I felt like I’d had amazing workouts all weekend. I earned every large glass of wine this weekend in landscaping labour.  I feel awesome, my mind is clear and I feel very energized about everything.  

I know now what my “old” mom had figured out,  there is an enormous connection you feel within yourself and to this earth when you garden.  

Once upon a time the only thing I would have placed this much effort into was growing my marijuana.  

See what happens when you mature? You switch to food and wish you could still grow Ms. Mary Jane if only you wouldn’t be arrested. This is what happens, you get “old”.  

And so mid-day Mother’s Day I called my way-older-now Mom and cracked a few jokes about what I am sharing here.  Like old people do she noted she’ll be by later this week with Cake and Coffee so we can sit in the garden.

Awesome. I can’t wait…..

Be well,

Nikki 

 

 

Working towards such awkwardness….

Working towards such awkwardness....

I’ve been MIA I know, to quote Arny “I’ll be back” within a few days!

My workouts have been prioritized – I can’t wait to share my results.

Be well,
Nic

The chaos that is me, at present…

Where do I begin in terms of summarizing this past week.

Workouts- My goal is 3-5 workouts per week. I pulled off 2 last week.  Better than nothing but still not as targeted.  It was a frustrating week.

Postpartum cycle number two was beyond hideous. I felt like an awkward teenager most of the week.  For some reason my cycle generated mass amounts of gurgling sounds which are not easily masked in the workplace. People asking if I was hungry etc. all the while it’s just mother nature talking to me via my period.  I destroyed a pair of pants and salvaged two others after the most maximum amount of coverage “Always” could provide me failed to stop the leakage (in the workplace no less!). Apparently my wings weren’t working for me! I don’t even usually use those ones, I’m anti chemicals. But desperate times call for absorbent products! Thankfully, it’s almost over. I’m now open and willing to accept menopause if this is the way my cycle intends to continue. Chin hairs are better than leaking and gurgling every month!  I’m 37 for crying out loud!! Isn’t this supposed to diminish vs cause embarrassment in public? I’d apologize to my male readers if my bitchiness wasn’t so high right now.  I’m stressed, allow me to continue….

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via google

Now that the grossness that was my monthly has almost concluded I’m itching to get back in the gym. Current challenge: scheduling.

My plan was to get into the gym this week three times. That hasn’t worked out.

Sometimes you are sidetracked by what’s happening on the home front. This is one of those times.  It’s crazy how things can change in an instant and suddenly all you can do is figure out how you are going to get through what it is that’s unfolding.

So either I become a raging alcoholic, or I get my butt back in the gym. I’m going tomorrow morning come hell or high water. I’m nearing complete overload and I need to get in some me time even if only for an hour.

I need to get my stress out and I do that in my workouts. Tomorrow morning is leg day. There’s nothing like leg press and squats to eliminate stress. I am really, really, REALLY looking forward to it.

I was so in need of a physical release today that while on breaks while producing a training session ( I am in virtual training land) I was doing push ups, plank, burpies and crunches on my ball. That’s the upside of virtual anything – you have no idea what’s really happening behind the scenes on the other end ha ha.  It made me feel better and kept me feeling very positive in my day regardless of the chaos that it currently is.

What do you do in your time of stress to release it?

Have you ever worked out at your desk?

Be well,

Nic

The fire is out….

I’m pretty sure the members of my household are grateful it’s a new day! Ha ha ha.

I still managed to drag my frothy self out for a great cardio workout. The leg workout was moved to today and was AWESOME.

I just have to push myself to go beyond what I think I am capable of and remind myself that I hold the key to my success.  I can do this, regardless of what obstacles arise. 

I’m not in this for the short term results, this is a lifestyle change and it is going to take time to become my new norm. 

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Happy Training!

Fire breathing frothy dragon face………

That pretty much describes me today! Thus my opting to work from home and save mankind from my ridiculousness. Anyone so much as breathes the wrong way and I’m snorting all over them today.  I know it’s insane, but exhaustion + PMS = fire breathing frothy dragon face Mom.  

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"What did you just say?" SNORT

Thanks to my son, there was no sleep to be had in this household last night. I’m a scary woman today as a result of it. Why? Not because I am tired or frustrated (and I am, I really really am), but because I had laid out a workout that requires a little Oooomph today and I’ve got none.  It’s deflating…..as I walk down the stairs sulking feeling my belly jiggle I just want to swear, breathe fire, run and cry and then eat. Pretty much in that order….

Instead I’m going to drag ( literally) my butt outside for a walk to get moving and clear my insane head.  I’ll just hike my elasticized waist pants up a little higher to keep the belly from jiggling and play really loud music. That should help ha ha, or at least eliminate that “you aren’t doing your planned workout” feeling.  

I noticed my intense craziness last cycle as well. It’s only my second cycle postpartum and it’s totally different then it was pre-this-baby.  I bloat like I’m in my third trimester and I am totally insane. Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before even when I was insane on birth control pills years ago (they turned me into a crazy person as well – it was better to breed then stay that way!).   I will have to find a way to channel this insanity before people run away from me.  I can’t pull off working from home every month! 

Alright, it’s time to stop venting and get off my butt (which at least is firmer these days – +1 for positive thinking vs my usual crap all over myself for not getting it done mode) and get walking.  I may not be able to pull off the leg day I had designed but I can at least get in a little cardio. 

I will feel better afterwards, and hopefully less pissy. 

What do you do on your frothy-not-so-nice-days to save mankind?

 

 

Motivation on a Monday afternoon….

I’ve just realized something……….

In 24 hours I can no longer call myself “postpartum”.

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IN labour, one year ago...very very prego......

I’m now officially just fat (albeit not for long!). Ahhhhhhhhh!! I’ve loved hiding behind that term….until now.

One more reason to add in an extra set of push-up’s n’ squats in the morning…

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