living life. now. no matter what your weight is.

It's Sunday morning here.  Not too early - just before 7am.  I've been awake for hours, fighting off horrible dreams.  Not dreams about monsters or serial killers.  Instead, thoughts, dreams and feelings that we (probably) all experience almost every single day.  I was dreaming about being left out of the cool group.  If I was 10 years younger, I'd be making a joke about FOMO. (more…)

how to stop giving into habit and cravings

food should not equal reward I have always used food as a reward. In year 12, eating the most delicious deep fried chicken patties from the local chicken and chips shop on a Sunday afternoon after  studying all day. At uni, rewarding myself with lollies throughout marathon study sessions. (more…)
terminate the mindset that weight loss is hard

terminate the mindset that weight loss is hard

mindset:  it's too hard for old, fat people to lose weight Next year I turn 40.  When I turned 20, I was young and trim and, being at university, my life consisted of studying, drinking, running and socialising - but not in that order, obviously. Fast forward to my 30th birthday.  Still relatively young, but not so trim anymore.  Probably about 10 kilograms above my ideal weight.  Not enormous, but not so great. Along came my 39th birthday earlier this year - no longer young and now firmly in the 'definitely fat' camp.  On my 39th birthday I was 30 kilograms overweight, sitting...
fat people can’t eat in public

fat people can’t eat in public

One of the things I love about the fresh food markets are the delicious smells that waft around me as I stumble through them.  I'm usually barking out orders to the kids - "stay close", "watch out, there are people trying to walk past", "yes, I know that you are hungry and we can eat something when we get home", "okay, you can eat some raw broccoli, you freaks". My favourite market food is a tasty curry.  I love the smell of the spices, fresh coriander and of course, naan bread.  Life is complete with naan bread.  Walking past, I...
habits and humble brags

habits and humble brags

Warning:  This blog post talks about.....habits. building abs the hard way My stomach muscles are aching! I can't get out of my chair without using my arms to push my body up.  I can’t twist or bend easily and I every time I cough I literally have to place my hands around my stomach while I do the slow cough. You know the one, instead of coughing and making it sound like a machine gun, you slow cough and it sounds like the air being let out of a blow-up mattress. But don’t worry, this post isn’t a humble brag. Humble...
oh no! it’s winter. it may as well be summer.

oh no! it’s winter. it may as well be summer.

[caption id="attachment_21" align="alignnone" width="382"] Waking up in the early morning is cruel[/caption] a day on repeat My day began this morning in the usual way – stumbling with my eyes closed, hands outreached in front of me like a zombie, clutching my phone and walking what felt like a mile to my son’s room, which is just across the hall. It was just after midnight – 12.03am to be precise. I had been asleep for just over two hours. My son was crying and calling out for me. He’s been sick so there’s snot and body fluids being coughed and...