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Thank heaven that’s over!

I know I am not alone in feeling like 2016 was like an awful, dastardly  cousin (twice-removed) who is never mentioned in polite company.  I am pleased to shed the year-that-was and feel somehow lighter now that I am faced with a blank slate new year.

2016 definitely had some great happenings, but I had a dreadful flare-up of my autoimmune disease which left me with little energy and a pile of unwanted weight. Yesterday, on New Year’s Eve I handed in my resignation at work.  I greatly enjoyed the job – and my colleagues – but my little family has 3 tricky years ahead and it felt like the right thing to do.

This year D will be taking two papers a semester to complete his theology degree, and working enough hours to support us financially.  It may seem counter-intuitive to quit a job, when our income will drop (more on that later) but it is a sensible decision for me.  D will swamped with assignments and exams, and won’t be able to be as hands-on with the children.  I am happy to pick up the slack, but being an HSP I need breaks, which my little job cut into.  Like many jobs in the non-profit sphere, I worked much more than my paid hours in order to deliver a first-class programme.  So this year I find myself instead with a few child-free mornings to myself as Chip is starting kindy, meaning it will be much easier for me to be ‘on’ the kids in the afternoons and evenings thanks to those breaks.

In 2018-19 D will begin an internship with a church and then be ordained as a minister.  Our income will drop significantly, but if you make mega-bucks as a church leader then there’s something wrong!  In anticipation of leaner times ahead we’ve decided to live off what D will make as an intern this year, and save the extra money he makes at his current IT job.  This will leave us with a good cushion.  In this spirit I will be resurrecting the Dollar Diet, so expect weekly updates on my frugal efforts.  These updates really do help to keep me accountable.

One thing I aim to stick to resolutely is throwing my hat in the No New Clothes for a Year ring.  As the main clothing buyer for our family, this means everyone.  I’m quite confident that my tots will have plenty of great clothes to see them through 2017, thanks to hand-me-downs and savvy bargains I nabbed last year.  I have a closet of great clothes I aim to fit back into, and I know I have plenty of outfits for any occasion.  And D?  He’s already got a hefty collection of novelty print t-shirts to keep him clothed until the next decade so he’ll be fine too.  If you want to use your resources more wisely or stop a shopping habit, the Facebook group you will find at the link above is a great source of support and encouragement.

Towards the end of the year I started to get a bit more vroom again, and I aim to stick to the Trim Healthy Mama plan to shed the weight I gained last year, and more hopefully!  I know the plan works.  I can’t really explain why I drifted off it last year other than my AI flare-up sapping my motivation, but I’m back in the saddle again.  I’ll also be using some of my free time to exercise by doing a mix of walking, running and HIIT.

We ended up ringing in 2017 with an impromptu, low-key BBQ.  It was lovely. Great weather, great food, superb company.  We had a toddler disco, complete with a countdown at the respectable time of 9pm.

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All set to party (note D’s famous ginger beer on the deck)

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Toddler chow (I can say with complete confidence that the wine did not belong to a toddler)

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J and Sausage invent a new type of lying down dance

I guess you could call my plans for 2017 resolutions, but to me it feels more like getting back into a good groove.  I’ve done all these things before.  I enjoy living this way.  2017 is going to be a great year!

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Happy Trimaversary

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One year of Trim Healthy Mama

Yesterday was my one year ‘Trimaversary’.  One year of doing Trim Healthy Mama.  One year!

I’m really proud of getting to this point.  As you can see from the photos above, THM works.  It’s been very slow (I am what we call a turtle in the THM world), but I’ve lost 3 dress sizes and have enough energy (most days) to run after my kids and exercise daily.

THM is different to any ‘diet’ I’ve been on before.  I stopped weighing myself months ago because the scale would stay the same but my clothes would be noticeably looser.  On THM I’ve lost weight in places I never have before and have discovered my collarbones.

It took until December until I really started to get lots of comments on my weight loss – people are generally too polite!  But since then, more and more people have had the courage to say something.

I wanted to end my year on a high note, but I want to be real and say that since Christmas I have struggled to stick to the THM plan.  I have good days when each meal is on plan, but I have bad days when I get to lunch, make bad choices (carbs), and carry on making bad choices for the rest of the day.  I think it has something to do with having been on holidays and being out of routine.

Since playgroups and kindy started back I have been better, but am still easily steered off course by special events.  I feel as if I have put on some weight because of this and it’s been hard not to let my nasty inner voice have free rein.  But I look at the photos above and see how far I’ve come and it keeps me going forward.  Anyway, I will be doing some serious thinking about what I can do to keep myself on plan more.  And keep you posted.

I have been terrific at exercising, and rarely have a day off.  I run, skate (I’ve taken up roller derby, wahoo!), do a HIIT workout or some gentle yoga.  I have noticeably more energy eating the THM way, and my moods are more stable.

So, here’s to making my second trimaversary.  I’m going back to basics, by making sure I fill up before special events so I don’t go overboard, no sweet THM treats (I think they affect my appetite, such is the sugar-free life) and giving myself plenty of grace for not being perfect.  🙂

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Trim Healthy Thursday: 10 Months in

 

I can explain my lack of Trim Healthy Mama posts two ways.  One, I have been busy.  Two, I have not been a stellar example of the THM lifestyle this month.

This is not to say I have been spending my time like this:

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Oh man, I LOVE these guys!  Hilarious. (image credit)

Ok, so maybe a little bit of the time.

I’ve had too many treat meals recently.  December is a treaty time of year unfortunately, and I think I went too far with the whole ‘being kind’ to myself while I have not been feeling 100%.

I went on a retreat with my BFF, and basically ate two entire wheels of cheese with two packets of crackers, quaffed lots of red wine, and discovered a new brand of sugar-free chocolate, which I then proceeded to eat with great gusto.  My friend R and I were definitely in the ‘girl’s weekend’ mindset and just did whatever we wanted.  To be perfectly honest, I am only a teensy bit regretful about it all.  R lives overseas now and we only see each other once a year, so being together feels like it should be a rip-snorting, let-your-hair-down sort of time.

R and I had to abandon the idea of the Tongariro Crossing once it became clear that my calf muscle wasn’t going to be healed in time, and embarked on the Waihora Trail instead.  I’m glad we did, because my calf began to hurt a couple of hours into our hike, and R’s back was giving her a lot of pain (she has since discovered it was a slipped disc).  Despite gnashing our teeth at our geriatric bodies, we had a lovely walk and enjoyed some magnificent views of Lake Taupo.

We wisely stayed close to the Tokaanu hot pools and took a dip after our hike, which I’m quite sure helped us to feel rather sprightly the next day.

So I may not be perfect at sticking to Trim Healthy Mama, but I keep trying.  I am shrinking.  My double chin has gone and I have collarbones.  Collarbones!  I don’t think they’ve been sighted in years.  As you can see in the photos below, I have come a long way this year.  I plan to keep chugging along next year and look forward to shrinking some more.

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Trim Healthy Thursday: Keep on movin’

I have been chugging along pretty well on the Trim Healthy Mama lifestyle, but my fitness hit a snag a couple of weeks ago.  I tore a calf muscle landing on some uneven ground while out running, and despite resting it for a few days, it continued to hurt whenever I tried to exercise.

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I plan to do the Tongariro Crossing in a few short weeks, so not be able to exercise put quite a dampener on that plan.  After a week and a half of having to abort my exercise plan each time due to pain, I decided to see a physiotherapist as I need to keep moving.  He was brilliant, and I have strict instructions involving heat pads and stretching I must follow to the letter.  Until I am given the all-clear to carry on with my running/hiit/stair-climbing routine I have started swimming and cycling instead.  I hate spending money on exercise (gyms are not for me), and at $5 a pop my local pool isn’t cheap.  At least it’s only for a week or two as the prognosis for my injury is good.

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Trim Healthy Thursday: Hitting the wall

After blogging about how well I was doing with my food and exercise last week, I well and truly ran head-first into a great, big brick wall.

Pride cometh before a fall is such a true saying.

Too many late nights, interrupted sleeps and early starts left me in quite a funk.  I did a few half-hearted runs and workouts, and basically ate all the carbs for about three days straight.  Whenever I ‘slip up’ I revert immediately to all-or-nothing thinking: ‘Oh well, I’ve stuffed that meal up – may as well carry on today, it won’t hurt’.  Except it does hurt.  I felt so exhausted after those three days, partly because I hadn’t been fuelling my body properly.

And the self-talk.  I am brutal to myself.  I was fat, lazy, you name it.  If I was talking to my best friend, you can bet I wouldn’t be such a mean girl.  ‘Angela’, I would say to myself, ‘Everyone slips up.  It’s normal, to be expected.  It’s not the end of the world.  It’s a blip.  Make better choices at your next meal.’

But I eventually took stock, let myself have a day off exercising, and got back on the Trim Healthy Mama wagon.  This week I am doing another fuel cycle, as I think my frustration at not getting down another dress size is partially to blame for last week’s funk.  The fuel cycle may just help to kick-start things again.  I got in a decent run this morning and feel much better for it.

Journeys – especially health journeys – are not always in a straight line.  Often they look like this:

And that’s okay.

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Trim Healthy Thursday: Stair Master

This week I finally got around to making paleo beetroot brownies.  I tweaked the recipe a bit so it was THM-compliant, and I must say they were pretty good but not ah-mazing.

We enjoyed a couple of meals of egg roll in a bowl, which is very budget-friendly and quick to prepare.  D liked it so much it’s on the menu again this week!  I feel a bit stuck in a rut with my go-to Trim Healthy Mama recipes, so I plan to set aside an hour or two over the weekend to peruse Pinterest for inspiration, and THMify some of our old pre-plan favourites until I get the new THM cookbook that everyone is raving about.

I am feeling ridiculously smug about how well I am doing with exercise.  Feel free to tell me to shut up!  I decided I was a bit fed up with the slow regime of couch-to-5k (it totally works though, just had itchy feet) and ran around our block to see if I could do it.  I did.  The block is about 4.4ks so I am really happy with my progress!  I have no ambition to run marathons, but I would like to be able to run 5k comfortably.  With the Tongariro Alpine Crossing looming up soon I have added stair-climbing into the mix.  And woah mama, is that a good workout!

I headed for the stairs on one of Whanganui’s biggest hills, Durie Hill.  I left home at the crack of dawn, eager to get stuck in.  Only, a bootcamp had got there ahead of me.  There were about 30 people going up and down these fairly steep and narrow steps.  I am someone who prefers to exercise solo and was miffed to be jostling with a crowd, to say the least.  I despaired of what to do next, because there aren’t exactly lots of suitable locations for stair-climbing in my town.

D to the rescue!  His office is in a three-storey building, and it’s perfect.  I get the place all to myself, work up one heck of a sweat, AND I can still work out when it’s raining.  Tongariro, here I come.

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Trim Healthy Thursday: Changing my mind

First up, here is a photo update.

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I’ve shrunk a bit

Mostly I took these for my own motivation because I’ve been feeling like nothing much is happening.  I’ve been particularly frustrated at not losing much around my middle where I carry most of my weight.  My top half is getting rather slim and is probably a size smaller by now, while my bottom half isn’t.  But when I compare the photos I can see that things are happening.  I’m definitely a bit smaller, and my double chin is almost gone.  I haven’t dropped any more dress sizes, nor have the scales gone down, but the pictures speak for themselves.  If you are doing Trim Healthy Mama, take photos!  It’s the only sure way to measure your progress.

An interesting effect of THM has been on the way I view my body.  I have always been rather up and down of figure, but THM is revealing curves where they’ve never been before.  For some reason, this has made me pay more attention to clothing sizes.  In the past I have just been used to clothes not fitting me.  I would try them on, they wouldn’t fit, and I would think ‘Oh, I’m so fat etc’.  Now if I try something on in ‘my’ size and it doesn’t fit, I immediately think ‘Oh, this label runs small.’  Because some do.  In some shops you will fit your size, and in others you might need one or even two sizes bigger.  And that’s not because you are a fatty-lard-ass, it’s because the stupid fashion industry doesn’t have regulation sizes (not in NZ anyway).  So here’s my advice: try and find a high street chain that seems to have a ‘true’ size for you.  Use their clothes as your weight-loss gauge, and don’t get discouraged if you can’t squeeze into clothes at a certain store, because the perfect fit might be waiting for you at the next store.