The Slippery Slope…

I have never been a naturally slender person.

Even when I was in school and was super active doing all kinds of sports I had to keep busy and watch what I ate.  Having a mother who was also always battling with her weight and constantly on diet made me VERY cognizant of watching my weight and staying trim.  Added to that the bombardment that thin = beautiful from all forms of media lets just say I became rather self conscious and quite down on my “not naturally skinny” self.

Many years of infertility and comfort eating led to a rather chubby self before I had Kade and about a year after he was born I decided that I had, had enough of being fat and unhealthy.  I went on a journey and lost 23kg.  I started running.  I led the “right” kind of life.  Everything in moderation, burning more than I consumed and all that…

I maintained my weight loss well through my second pregnancy and bounced back to my pre pregnancy weight easily and stayed that way for ages. But you know… it’s easy to lose sight of the healthy lifestyle when life hits you.  I thought I could cheat more often because I was training hard.  I was surely burning way more than I was consuming… life got a bit crazy, I had time away by myself, work shifted into overdrive and bad food planning and quite a bit of work travel (which means eating out a lot) and a running injury later and I found myself battling to fit into my work trousers and when I stepped on the scale I was horrified to see that I have gained 8KGS!!!

I am now back to eating as healthy as I can, back to training as regularly as my knee’s will allow and I hope to soon fit into my clothes again comfortably…  it just goes to show that it is a quick slippery slope for me back to being larger than I would like and that for the rest of my life I will have to keep myself in line if I want to be an example of healthy living to my kids.

Do you battle to maintain a healthy lifestyle and weight?


On the road to nowhere

My running has taken a severe knock in the past couple of months.  I started off the year so well and was training consistently and pushing mileage and running good times, improving every run.  But.  My knee’s started to hurt.  Not ITB pain but like a bruised feeling right in the middle of my knee behind the cap kind of hurt.

I went to the physio who treated the symptoms but after several sessions they were no better so he suggested I see a bio.  I was training for the Knysna half and went to the bio to get me through the race.  He told me my glutes were weak and that my VMO’s needed to be strengthened.  We did three sessions in the three weeks prior to the half and true to his word, I got through the race with relatively pain free knee’s.

He also mentioned that he believed my shoes were not the right ones for me and that I must get new ones after Knysna but couldn’t tell me WHAT shoes to get.  I didn’t want to go back to the Sweat shop where I got the “wrong” shoes from and was at a loss.

In the mean time I started running less and less.  I just couldn’t get rid of the knee pain despite the bum exercises I was doing.  Then I saw that Jenty had gone to SBR Sport for a leg assessment and on her recommendation booked an appointment to see Mike myself.


It is quite something seeing your running style on camera (and your big bum!).  What was painfully clear was that my shoes were SO wrong! Their lack of support was putting so much strain on my knee’s as my leg was practically collapsing in on itself.  What amazes me is that it certainly didn’t feel like I was doing so much damage while running!  Mike concurred that my butt (piriformis) was again the root cause of the trouble I was having in my knee’s.  He also picked up that my lower back and shoulders are bearing the brunt of the wobbly bum piriformis weakness and that my whole back needed some work.

I got new Asic’s GT1000’s and ran for the first time in FOREVER on Sunday.  What a difference running in the right shoes makes! Whilst my knee’s were still slightly niggly after my run, I could feel the difference.  My glutes were working HARD while I ran for the first time since I started running again.

I’ve had two massage sessions with Mike as well and I can’t tell you the difference I am feeling in my body.  Yesterday while torturing working on my piriformis he asked me if I ever felt numbness in my leg.  Remember about two years ago when I had leg numbness and thought I had a brain tumour?  *Penny drop*

So it is Spring now and there are no excuses to not run anymore!  It’s warmer and lighter.  I have the right shoes now and doing several bum exercises.

Time to get off the road to nowhere and on the road to stronger running!

Working Mom Guilt…

Before I became a mom I had friends who told me about the mom guilt.  Honestly I really didn’t think it was a “thing”… I then was lucky enough to become a mom myself and found out really quickly that not only was it a “thing”, it was a thing that RULES your life as soon as you don that moniker of “mom”…

Add to that the working mom guilt and I can’t believe that any of us leave this life relatively sane.  Gemma is sick.  She was absolutely fine all weekend.  Until just before I left for my run yesterday afternoon.  Cue the guilt. “I’m leaving for a run, Gems is running a low grade fever.  Maybe I shouldn’t go?  Should I stay?”  Good lord it’s enough to drive a person dilly.

Being up most of the night (not cos she was especially miz but cos I kept waking up to check the monitor to see if she was ok {yes my 20 month old is still monitored by a baby monitor}) and waking up to a fever of 38.5 meant someone needed to stay home.  My man has *just* started a new job so it had to be me.  Cue the working mom guilt.  I felt bad cos I had to “call in sick” but then I felt bad cos “my baby is sick and I’m worried about work”.  Work/Home balance?  What the fudge is that??

My baby is sick and it’s the last week of the sales month.  All my baby wants is me but I have over 5 million to write in orders in a week.  GUILT.  GUILT.  GUILT.  Because I know that at some point in this tricky day I am going to let someone down.  And I strongly suspect it will be my sick baby… because [[[bills]]] and I need my salary…

I’ve worked at every chance I could during the day but as any mom can attest, it’s not really possible to get all THAT much work done with a sick child glued to your chest.  Cue MORE guilt.  Late night catching up to prove I’m not a bad employee… which means a tired person tomorrow… for both work and my family… GUILT.  GUILT. GUILT.

Good gosh, if any one has good tips on how to manage the mom guilt, please pass them on?