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For my baby…now your no longer a baby. (Or Happy Birthday Bethan #5!)

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To my darling Girl.

This time 5 whole years ago I was laid up in Slough hospital bed feeling much as I do now. Tired, emotional and a little anxious about what the future held.

Over the last half decade I have had the honour and pleasure of being your Muma. I have been your first port of call for everything you’ve needed and it has been so very precious.

Daddy and I are so proud of the loving, clever, sensitive, gym loving, map reading, funny little artist you are becoming. You make me beam when I see you with your baby cousin or your sister.
Your concern for others is so gentle and genuine and it is a beautiful thing. Don’t ever lose that.
Your desire to become a doctor is growing by the day it seems and I love to read the body book with you and learn new things along side you.
I love your confidence with animals and your willingness to try new foods. You are sometimes so quiet and thoughtful seeming so nervous and unsure and then KAZAM- you hit me with something so grown up.

Today you loved your gym party and it was awesome to see you surrounded by your friends and family having a ball. You played and shared and enjoyed showing everyone what to do without being a show off; no mean feat!

Big school is looming large on the horizon and with that comes big changes for Leary Life.
I will miss our Fridays together with your sister. I will miss chatting together over lunch watching I can Cook and I will miss your quiet little ways around the house.

But- there is so much for you to look forward to. So many new friends to make and things to do and learn.
You are ready for school. You don’t need me to tell you what to do but, because I am your Muma it is sort of in the job description so here goes:
Do your best, be kind, be confident and most of all, BE YOU.
I’ll be here waiting to hear all about it!

You are perfect and you are loved more than words can say.

Always.

Muma.

XxxxxxxX

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The times they are a changing…

Hi, long time no see and all that- apologies for the radio silence but I’ve been pretty busy.

Anyway, here we are, September, my favourite month of the year by far…usually.
This time around however it seems to have both crept up on me and been hanging over my head for months.
A new school year, a new season, another birthday both for me and my big little- there is much to celebrate and look forward to but somehow, I just don’t feel quite ready.

The holidays have been jam packed with weekends away, fun times with friends and the usual blend of chaos and ‘high spirits’ (by which I mean totally ignoring my reasonable requests and doing whatever the hell they like) but somewhere inside me I’ve had a niggle…I’ve felt a bit discombobulated.

On Monday our baby girl, my angel, turns 5. Tomorrow she’s having a fantabulous cookies and milk gym party. Soon, she’ll be at school full time and our life together will never be quite the same again.
I’ll still have the brilliance that is my baby baby at home with me on a Friday but she too is beginning at pre-school and, if I’m to prevent them turning into ‘those weird kids’ I need to accept that I can no longer refer to them as babies (no matter how I think it helps explain away the new mum muffin top).

My heart is hurting. Big time. I want to bottle the smell of their hair, the sound of them sleeping and the warmth of their after sleep skin. I can’t. You can’t hold back time and frankly, you’re a fool for trying but seriously, who hasn’t.

So, rather than stay here wollowing in the bath (lovely image for you all there!) today I’m going to pull on my big girl knickers, sew on the name tags, sort out the school shoes and finish our packing because, before I have to face full on reality, we have a week in Greece to enjoy. No phones (well, not too much) no school and no one to stop me holding on to my babies for a tiny bit longer.

I hope you are holding on and letting go more successfully than me….send tips if you are!

Strength and Love

Muma. X

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The only way is Honest.

Sometimes, something gets me so wound up and riled that rather than just  taking some deep breaths and counting to ten I have got to get it out of my system. I have got to share my ranty thoughts with the nation. Apologies.

So…I might as well just launch into it…I’m talking about the story of Natasha Argent cheating in last week’s London Marathon.

Last Sunday, as thousands of people were celebrating their own personal victories having run the Virgin London Marathon, Natasha posted pictures of herself with her medal as if she were a part of that club. People congratulated her and she accepted their praise and compliments. How could she accept those words when she knew it was all a lie and how on earth did she expect to get away with it?

Natasha, James Argents sister from The Only Way is Essex, has now had her results removed from the VLM site and has apparently returned her medal. That must feel pretty bloody awful but hopefully a lesson learnt.

My husband has just asked me whether I’ve ever made a mistake. Clearly I have. Loads of times and I am sure I will continue to do so. He said it isn’t fair to chastise someone when none of us are perfect and I totally agree. I am not writing to be cruel. I am simply offering my take on the situation.

Times have changed. Today people can become famous instantly for no good reason. You can be an internet sensation on the cover of a million magazines without having a skill or any talent to your name. The public seem to crave ‘news’ about who’s fat, thin, gay, straight in, out and anything in between and there is a seemingly endless stream of Kardashian wannabes that are willing to feed this addiction. Don’t get me wrong, this Big Brother generation has also given rise to incredibly ambitious and talented individuals who have used the boom in social media to market their businesses and get to where they want to be but perhaps they are the exception rather than the norm?

 

In the good old days you had to really graft for stuff. Most ‘Famous People’ were famous FOR something, a skill or talent that they had practised over a long period.

There was no instant gratification.

And there’s the problem. Real life can be tough. Running a marathon is tough. It takes work, it takes dedication and above all, it takes TIME.

If you are used to getting things on demand, without putting in any work or time or real effort, that’s a foreign concept. Training for 16 weeks over the freezing winter months isn’t going to happen.

 

I honestly believe that Nataha (and Jade Goodie when she gave up part way through the marathon and joked beforehand about her lack of preparation) thought that you could turn up, have a jog and collect a medal. Job done. Well, thankfully, feats like running a marathon will never stop taking time, effort and dedication. That is why not everyone does them.

If I’m honest, I know myself that I should have put in more time. I should have got out of my comfort zone more with my training and diet. If I had given it my all, whatever my finish time, I would have been able to look myself in the eye afterwards and feel a genuine sense of pride. As it is, I’m pleased to say I have completed the London marathon 3 times and in doing so have raised over £10,000 for charity (don’t even get me started on how let down the charity she was running for have been) but,  should I get a place in 2017 I want to do the event and myself justice.

I want to be able to say I did my best and really, truly mean it because, but, if I  don’t, at least I’ll only be cheating myself.

The only way is honest, with yourself and with the outside world too and I think that a lot of people would do well to remember that.

Have a lovely bank holiday!

Much Love,

Muma.

XxxX

 

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A body shaming babygro…ENOUGH!

Last night, when scrolling through Facebook pre bed (as you do) I saw something so screwed up and grotesque that I did a double take.

You might have seen it yourself by now, if not, check out the picture below.

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What the actual Fuck?! I am sorry to swear but seriously, Seriously, WTAF.

What has happened within society to make putting this on a babygro even remotely acceptable? I DON’T GET IT.

As I said on my Facebook page, the worst thing is the number of people that that got past to physically be stocked in a shop.

1) The sad mind that has clearly heard or felt this way so many times they thought it was the norm

2) Their boss or whoever okay’s designs before they’re made up into a sample

3) A buyer for at least one store (I’m saying store because it was in America)

Did anyone stop and question what they were making? What message this would send out? Just to clarify quickly here, I’m talking about the thigh one…The one pretty clearly aimed at the female side of the market.

The owner of the Wry Baby brand that created the babygro in question has been quoted as saying that “they want to make the whole parenting journey as fun as is humanly possible”.

Well slap my thigh and call me Jessy, haven’t you just brightened my whole trek through motherhood by selling this absolute piece of crap.

Just for the record, that isn’t what I think of as fun. I like a giggle- I can even retell my whole hideous birth story for comedic effect now. I regularly make light of my non exisistant bladder contol, the fact that the bulk of my wardrobe is now from Tu at Sainsbury and all manner of crazy shit the kids get up to but (and call me crazy here) body shaming and being so blatantly gender stereotyping is sad, not funny.

 

It is sad because other kids will see that, they’ll ask what it says and then they’ll wonder what it means and who knows how deep that seed will be planted. I don’t want my gorgeous, sensitive, growing girls pondering who hates their thighs and whether they should too. It is hard enough to keep that rubbish out of my own head let alone theirs.

Being a girl, being a woman today is hard. It’s a damn sight easier than it was by all accounts but it’s still no walk in the park. So much gravitas is still placed on how you look as oposed to who you are, what you enjoy, what you’re interests are and what you stand for.

 

As I walked to the doctors the other day I absentmindedly looked down and thought woah, those legs could do with trimming down a bit- a thigh wobble ain’t a great look in a threadbare legging but actually, those very same legs ran a half marathon a few weeks back and they reguarly walk my girls to pre school as well as strutting their stuff down a catwalk last month if you please. And, they can still, on a good day and after a couple of shandys, get behind my head…Lucky old Mr L hey… (this is starting to sound a little weird- almost as if the legs do these little jobs independent of me- which they don’t!)

What I am saying is I am more than the sum of my parts. I am more than my thigh wobble. I am more than a pair of droopy boobs, described by our youngest recently as “very sad and empty” I am way, way more than an out of control pelvic floor.

I am an intelligent, loving, grafting mother who is raising her daughters to be all that and more and the mums that I know are doing the same with their girls AND BOYS. So I will carry on with my running and exercising- to keep my body and mind happy and healthy not narrow and thin which seems to be the way Wry Baby rolls.

Happily, through the day the number of people that have commented on this image makes me think that the pendulum might just be starting to swing the other way again with women appreciating their bodies for their strengths and treating themselves with more love and kindness. If we treat ourselves and talk to ourselves with the same compassion that we do to our children that can only be a good thing- for them and for us.

Night night all.

Sweet Dreams.

 

XxxX

 

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How to Run a Marathon (when you think you can’t run a bath).

Ironically I am writing this post from my sofa, with a delicious G&T (and an equally delicious husband) for company however, since the clocks sprang forward last week my social media feeds have been rammed with talk of lighter evenings, perfect for getting out and today it has been all about final long runs, tapering, ice baths and Paris…For runners, the arrival of April means MARATHON SEASON and I challenge any one of you to watch the coverage of the Marathon in 3 weeks time and not:

  1. Cry your head off
  2. Want to sign up

Though I would never be so bold as to call myself a ‘serious runner’, I suppose I have a bit of experience having run the London Marathon 3 times. It is the only marathon I’ve ever run however but I do plan on ticking off some others before I hang up my trainers.

Here’s my take on making sure you get the best out of your marathon experience where ever and when ever that may be. Who knows, you might even feel inspired to sign up yourself…

OK- First things first, lets get the disclaimers out of the way- I am not a medical expert, in fact, I wouldn’t say I’m an expert in anything so take this advice in the spirit in which it is intended and, if you’re not sure about anything health related, check with an actual expert- not Google.

Right, now the ugly legal side of things is out of the way, here’s my marathon brain dump on…running a marathon.

  1. You can almost certainly run a marathon.

Even if you are reading this having not seen your toes since 1996, I reckon, with the right preparation you would be able to complete a marathon. I’m not saying it would be fast, I’m not even saying it would be in the next year or 2 but getting fit (or fitter) can be done with planning, perseverance and determination.

One of my favourite quotes is

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So, if you want to complete a marathon you just need to tell your body you can (and then check with an expert, get fitted for a sports bra and a pair of trainers and perhaps download the Couch to 5km app as a starting point.

 

2) Run for a cause

A cause needn’t be a charity- maybe the cause is yourself but whatever your reason, it needs to be a compelling one because sometimes, getting motivated to go out for a run is tough. You will need motivation to keep you going.

Point to note- If you’re applying for one of the ‘big’ marathons via their ballot and don’t get a place be wary of accepting a charity place for a cause you don’t truly care about. The first marathon I ran was for The British Heart Foundation. I lost my daddy unexpectedly to a heart attack when I was a little girl and I wanted to raise money and honour his memory. It worked. I raised over £4,000 but these days fund raising can be really hard. Every man and his dog is climbing mountains, giving up alcohol or bathing in beans for charity these days and if you aren’t genuinely passionate about what you are raising money for it will be harder. There are so, so many excellent charities out there and they are all worthy so have a good look and do your research. Equally, there are loads of brilliantly organised marathons that do have spaces so, if it’s more about the distance and proving yourself to yourself then they might be better options. Check what your options are here, I think Chester (2nd October) is excellent.

 

3) Find a community

Whether this is a group of mates, a local running club, your gym or an online community find others with a common passion and goal. They will be your cheer leaders, your support network and the ones you share PB’s with, injuries, fears and feelings in a way that non runners just won’t get. If there is a Park Run local to you GET. ON . IT. They are an excellent way to boost confidence, speed and meet people.

 

4) Take it as seriously as you want

When one of my best friends ran the marathon he stopped drinking on New Years Day, treated his training like a second job and got injured with 2 weeks to go falling off a curb. I on the other hand took it a little more with a pinch of salt- I trained a fair bit but no where near as much as the training plans recommend, didn’t really amend my diet and got round in a little over 5 hours. Looking back I don’t think either method was ideal. I am disappointed I didn’t put more in but I still had an absolutely incredible experience and raised a whole load of money for an incredible charity.

 

5) Prepare for an emotional Rollercoaster

I applied through the ballot for a place in this years VLM and was gutted when I didn’t get a spot. I applied through a couple of charities that are very close to my heart but didn’t get in with them either. I was shocked by how disappointed I was and I know I’ll be feeling it all over again when I watch the coverage on 24th April and hear the amazing opening score.

Those that did get a place however will have had months of

‘YES- I am nailing this’

to

‘What was I thinking- I can’t run a marathon, I can barely run a bath’

and every single emotion in between…often all experienced in the time it takes to do your long training run on a Sunday morning! These feelings (in my experience) are easily dealt with with a hot bath, a good cry, a glass of red, bar of chocolate and a bag of chips but that may have been my downfall!! Some days everything will go like a dream, you will feel as if you are running on air and could go on forever, other days it is like pushing water uphill with a rake and I for one have never been able to work out WHY.

The marathon week is something else all together- you’re stressing about a last minute injury, carb loading, getting enough rest but not over sleeping and missing the start. The weather, the water stations, the toilets and everything else in between and then, when you see the crowds, hear them shouting your name and willing you on, when you read peoples reasons for running and make your way around the course it is quite simply an incredible and very humbling experience- I am getting emotional thinking about it now. At some point you’ll find yourself crossing the line, collecting your medal and wondering how on earth you got there. It is an amazing, amazing experience and one that I am so so pleased I took on.

So, there you have it- my take on marathon running. In short, it can be summed up as follows:

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and I am telling you now, this girl can AND WILL again (and hopefully in under 4.30).

Go on; Just do it, GOOD LUCK.

With love,

Muma.

XxxX

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Memories Matter

Today has, pretty much been a perfect day.

It began when our littlest stroked my cheek and told me it was morning. She had already clambered into our bed at around six so the fact that she’d gone back to sleep at all was very welcome. 7.07 is a far more acceptable wake up call!

We had a cuddle and read “We’re all going on a bear hunt” followed by a book about farm animals followed by “We’re all going on a bear hunt” again by which time we were joined by the big little. All very sociable and civilised. We padded downstairs for breakfast using ‘quiet moutheses’ to talk as daddy had a work do last night😉

Normally, Saturday is swimming day but, this week is a pretty big deal in Leary land…The girls have their first big ballet performance so today was the final practise.

I duly fashioned 2 scraggy buns out of their rediculous bedheads, decanted them into their leotards and balerros and whisked them off to the local hall for a rendition of “Me and my teddy bear” followed by “12345”.

Now, at last week’s practise the littlest got stage fright, pee’d in her leotard and promptly fell over, on stage due to the tinkle on her tapshoes. My heart broke for her but it was hard to verbalise that as I was simultaneously choking on my laughter.

Today, they were both perfect. The whole class were. My face ached from smiling, my eyes pricked with tears of joy and pride and I knew that I would treasure that image of my babies on stage yelling about their teddies forever.

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Later on, in a rare example of spontinaety I headed over to Liverpool for a look around the shops. Since discovering that gift cards have an expiry date my Christmas vouchers have been burning a hole in my pocket so, I hot footed it to Liverpool 1 and my spiritual home of John Lewis.

In the homeware section I was met with a display of Cornishware pottery which stopped me in my tracks. I was transported back to my childhood, to Earl Grey tea and Lemon cake, to Ludlow and my Grandma’s kitchen with fond memories of baking and sewing and spending time with my cousins because  when all’s said and done, the battle of wills about not washing up or putting elbows on the table all fade and become rose tinted or at least sepia toned!

It made me think of an event that my friends are hosting in a few weeks called Memories Matter. An amazing event to raise much needed funds into research of dementia and Alzheimers. In her latter years my Grandma suffered with the disease and to say it is cruel is a vast, vast understatement and anything we can do to gain a greater understanding is so important.

Memories are like a comfort blanket, a way back home when you’re all at sea. They ground you and are a blue print for the way you do, or don’t want to do things going forwards. Memories really do matter.

For that to be taken from you, for only confusing fragments to remain so you are left feeling that the word you are searching for, or that holiday you went on or the child you raised are somehow beyond a veil, an opaque curtain that you can’t reach behind is devastating. For the sufferer and those watching the illness take hold.

There’s no telling which memories will mean the most to our girls as they grow up. It may not always the big gestures or the expensive holidays and trips that take poll position in people’s minds and that’s okay, in fact that’s pretty perfect. Hopefully, some of our chaotic, mostly mundane but occasionally exciting life is creating memories that our girls will treasure for a lifetime.

Perhaps when I’m long gone, they’ll catch a wiff of my perfume and recall our mad morning routines or hear James or The Ramones on the radio and think back to dancing in the kitchen with their daddy and I. Maybe they’ll hear a smoke alarm and think of our family dinners!

This blog is a tiny way for me to record some of the most significant milestones of Leary Life. And, hopefully, if the time ever comes, it will act for my girls as their own comfort blanket so that they will know that they are loved beyond measure whether I can  tell them or not.

Happy Mothers Day my darling girls.

You have given me the huge honour of calling myself your mum. I love you both until the seas run dry; and that will never happen.

Muma.

XxxX

PS- If you’d like to know more about Memories Matter, search for it on Facebook. It is in Paradox on 20th March but tickets are very limited.

 

 

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Get set for Geronimo 2016!!!

 

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I’m so excited. And I just can’t hide it. Don’t panic, I’m not about to lose control but I definitely like it! GERONIMO IS BACK for 2016- Hooray!

Last year we were lucky enough to be invited to be one of the official bloggers at the first Geronimo festival at Tatton Park. We had an absolutely brilliant day and I know that lots of you did too. Due to last years success the festival has expanded and the fab festival will now book end May with a weekend at Harewood House, Leeds on 1-2nd May and then, at the end of the month Geronimo will be back at Tatton Park. That’s the bank holiday entertainment sorted then!

Wondering what’s in store to entertain your brood? Geronimo is aimed at families with kids of 12 and under and focuses on family time and imaginative play in beautiful surroundings.

Last year the 3ft and Under Zone was a real winner for us- there were chilled out tents for feeding, changing and just letting the little ones catch their breath- it was really well thought out! Not surprising given the event organiser is a dad of 7!! This year the little ones can enjoy a fun class with Tumble Tots, take a ride on a balance bike or take a dance lesson with baby ballet. For the tiny tots, simply chill out in the baby yoga tent. Bliss! 

 

 

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Happiness! 

Now the girls have found their feet and are certainly getting way more daring and adventurous I fear the calm of the baby zone will be lost on us but that’s ok- there’s loads more to look forward to…

There is an incredible array of different zones and activities but here’s the top 5 of what we’re most looking forward to this time around:

  1. The Adrenaline Zone will challenge even the bravest adventurers with tree climbing, den making and a thrilling zip line that will reach speeds of up to 60KPH! For those who like things a little less fast paced, there are fencing and archery taster lessons and Parkour sessions where Geronimites can learn how to jump and roll like a Pro.
  2. The girls were absolutely in awe when we took them to a circus last year in New Brighton so I know that the Circus Zone will be a hit- there’s a breathtaking aerial trapeze show and the chance to give plate spinning and stilt walking a go…Plate spinning is basically a metaphor for my life so I should have that one nailed in no time! This zone also includes a full circus show and Circus fudge will also be performing his show from Glastonbury festival – don’t miss it!
  3. Bethan asked me today when she could go on the telly to do some cooking, talking and singing so I am sure we’ll be spending some of our day in the Theatre Zone, with Pocket Story Theatre – winner of the primary times children’s choice awards at the Edinburgh Fringe. Fabularium is the most eccentric of travelling shows and Les Enfants Terrible present the Imaginary Menagerie; travel with Dr Longitude as he regales you with his strange stories and takes about his travels….I just hope they can get a word in when ours are there!
  4. Drums make me happy- I was reminded of that during last weeks Winter 10km so I can almost guarantee that I’ll be doing some embarrassing mum dancing in the Library Zone where we can join in some Bollywood dance classes or shake our booty at Zumba or enjoy a gigantic drumming session. I will be trying to beat a hasty exit before the Frozen singalong though. So. Over. It!!
  5. Last year we loved taking a load off and getting involved with the cooking and Creation Station workshops and I am sure we’ll be all over the Funky Junk Zone.  this time around also. The girls are all about card making, cutting and sticking and any sort of making at the moment and when you add hair braiding, face painting and fairy making workshops into the mix this has got ‘coffee break’ written all over it for me and Mr L!

 

Aside from all of that they’ve brought back the big guns in terms of kids entertainment…Mr Bloom, Andy Day, Alex Winters and Cook and Line from Swashbuckle will be around for daily meet and greets, appearances of the main stage and lots of fun, songs and silly slapstick comedy you know that you’ll be laughing along as much as the kids! 

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Totally mixing with the A List. Bloom = BOOM

The countdown is on! 

See you there- keep your eyes peeled for our competition.

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Just in case you’re still on the fence! 

Muma.

XxxX

 

Tickets are on sale NOW priced from £18.50pp.  A ticket for Geronimo Harewood also includes access to Below Stairs of the House.

 

 

 

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F’in Friday #01

Well, it certainly seems that the old adage is true…the older you get the quicker life goes.

Today is the fourth Friday in January. January 2016. 20 actual 16. RIDICULOUS.

We are nuts deep in the longest, coldest, skintest, most depressing month of the year. In fact, Monday 19th January was named ‘Blue Monday’, officially the most depressing day of the year- nice!

Spring is an age away, payday is still a distant speck on the horizon but hark…what’s that thud…oh, the credit card bill reminding us of panic purchases and festive excesses. YEY.

So, thanks to all of this you might think that F’in Friday is basically a blog based moan fest but no- in fact I am feeling pretty content with my little lot at the moment.

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I have much to be grateful for- including my health and so F’in Friday is simply a space for me to document what I am doing health and fitness wise each week, the new things I’m trying, the stuff I’m enjoying and what I’ll be giving a wide berth in future maybe! Here goes…

FATNESS:

We don’t have scales at home. I can’t see the point- I know when I’m eating well and doing the ‘right stuff’ and I know when I’m buying 3 creme eggs for £1 and eating them all in one sitting. When my maternity jeans are snug ( and the little little has celebrated her 3rd birthday) I appreciate that steps need to be taken! So, in the interests of research this week I used one of those weighing machines in Boots…I hadn’t anticipated that it would announce to the whole shop that I was weighing myself but still- we have to start somewhere and that was it. I’m not quite sure what I was expecting but it sure as hell wasn’t that I am 1/3 fat. WHAT?! 33.2% of me is basically lard…my body fat is almost in the POOR category…That has got to be a mistake I thought so I stomped up to Tesco and did exactly the same thing (get a second opinion and all that!) Tesco felt only slightly differently- 28.7% fat- still falling outside of the ‘normal’ range…

The plan is to weigh in weekly and hopefully see these figures move somewhere closer to the GOOD range.

FITNESS:

A fab week on this score- My friends and I completed the Liverpool Winter Run on Sunday and it was a really great experience. Yes it was Baltic- we drove through sleet and snow on the way but starting and finishing in the Echo was a stroke of genius and I would definitely be up for doing it again. I like to have a little run out. It is good for my head, a brilliant stress reliever and I have come to really enjoy it and I never thought that would happen!

 

I finished in 1hr 2mins so there is some room for improvement there too. My aim is to get around 50 mins by the end of the year.

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I have also sweated it out at Commando this week- an outdoor circuit training class run by an ex-marine. It is brilliant-Tough but once you’re able to walk again you feel pretty good- promise!

I am really chuffed that this week also saw a little running group start in Heswall- It was a trial for a new location for  Rachel’s Mums to Marathons and is literally open to anyone who fancies taking up running. I know that there are people rolling their eyes, saying they couldn’t do it but I am telling you now- barring serious injury or actual medical advice- you can. Give it a go and tell me you don’t get a buzz from getting further than you thought you could.

FOOD: 

I am a massive fan of smoothies and juices and I have these 2 most days- I love them;

Ginger Zinger

  • Juice of a 2cm chunk of ginger
  • Juice of 1/2 a lemon
  • Teaspoon of honey to taste.

Put all the juice into a cup and top up with boiling water- add honey to taste. If you are an organised type you can do this in bulk and freeze into icecubes and then simply make up like a cuppa each morning. Lush!

Green Goddess

  • 1/2 cucumber
  • 2 sticks of celery
  • 2 handfuls of spinich
  • juice of 1/2 lime
  • 1/2 an avocado

Juice the cucumber, celery and spinach, add the lime juice and then blend in the avocado. Yummy! (honestly)

FASHION: 

I would love to be a Sweaty Betty aficionado, I love Super Dry, Adidas and all the others but realistically at the moment I am buying my sweats in Sainsbos. A solo trip to the supermarket is basically akin to a spa treatment when you’re a parent!!

Last week I spotted this beauty and the slogan is something I absolutely believe in.

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No midriff showing whilst mid plank here! 

It’s open at the back but the tie at the bottom keeps in in place and with a long sleeved top underneath I think it looks really fab- even if I do say so myself!

FAD:

I am calling this a ‘fad’ because so many people think that it is. I don’t and hopefully my results in the coming weeks will show why I am a convert and distributor of the IT WORKS products. Their most well known products are “those crazy wraps”, they have been great for my wobbly mum tum but I took some time off over Christmas and definitely  need to get back into my ‘wrap routine’ and for various reasons that hasn’t happened…yet. I am taking the HSN and Greens daily though and do feel way more energetic and my hair and nails seem to be growing with gusto at the moment.

HSN

 

 

The products are fairly new to the UK but I am slowly building up my team and letting more people know about the products so if you’re interested in finding out more feel free to contact me, I’ll be happy to answer any questions.

So, that’s my first F’in Friday.

I would love to know what you’d suggest in terms of diet, exercise and things you do to help you feel your best.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Muma.

XxxX

 

love-your-body-and-be-healthy

 

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First World Parenting Problems #627 The scooter battle

Yesterday, following what seemed like an incredibly long break for Christmas and New Year, normality and routine resumed when Mr L returned to work.
Thanks to inset day the ankle biters and I are settling into things more gently but did at least get dressed before 2pm and I didn’t fill my face with crap so I guess we’re getting there.
As the little little turns 3 next week (WHAT?) We finally got round to writing the invites to her party and, to give people the best chance of being able to make it (although frankly it would save some cash if they were otherwise engaged) we decided to take the invites down to nursery to be put in the lucky recipients bags ASAP.
The big little wanted to scoot there….

Now, I have opinions, plenty of them as it goes and, both general life and motherhood have both had an amazing ability to smack me in the face with them and force humble pie onto my plate in generous helpings over the years. That being said, I ain’t never going to be ok with coke in a baby bottle for a toddler (true story) or spray on tight white leggings and a skinny black thong on anyone other than Kate Moss so, I don’t think I’ll ever truly lose my inner Hopkins but these days I do tend to be more of a lover than a fighter, we’re all on our own journey blah blah blah.

One of the groups of people I used to be all judgy with and internally tut at were the parents who carried their children’s shit.
You know who I mean- the exasperated parent struggling with the pram and the trike on the way home from a “nice family day at the park”. I was all,

it’s their stuff, it’s their responsibility. I’ll tell you one thing for free- you’d never catch me doing that.

HA FREAKING HA HA HA.

Let’s think for a minute about the sheer lunacy of this shall we?
After an hour of preparing to leave the house with wee stops, shoe vs welly rows and scratching snot off your only cleanish top your finally on the move. #winning
You have 20 yards of wonderfulness where it’s all counting cars, commenting on local flora and forna and perhaps an approving look from an elderly passerby before the inevitable whinge…guess what…they’re bored of scooting/pram pushing/dolly carrying.
Whatcha gonna do soldier?!

Argue with a halfling who is so little they are unable to go to the toilet unaided, about the fact that they made the consious decision to bring their dolly/pram/scooter to the park/shop/any other place parents venture with them and, less than a nano second into that journey (but just far enough from the house or car) they change their teeny tiny minds and now want you to carry it.

Lets think about how that might end shall we…
a) with said child accepting the error of their ways, apologising for their embarrassing gaffe and then scooting happily home where everyone laughs about it with a nice glass of chablis
b) with said parent slamming themselves in the face for believing the halflings promises that this time things would be different and they would definitely scoot the whole mile and a half to the shops and it would take less than a fucking eternity to do so.
c) passers by calling the cops and social services after seeing a grown person rocking and crying in the street like a Romanian orphan with a bemused toddler next to them asking their dolly why they never, ever listen to mummy.

Well friends, today as the custom built micro scooter took another chunk out of my shin and the heavens opened whilst I pushed both girls in the double buggy with a slow puncture, I felt karma on my shoulder laughing her ass off.
All this in Dry January?!

First world parenting…The struggle is real people!

Loads of love,

Muma. X

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Guess who’s Back…

Happy New Year! Sorry- bit late for that I guess but previously regular readers of this blog will know I’m not one to set the clock by!

I can’t believe it has been so long since my last post. Over 3 months. Crazy how time flies.

I started blogging in 2013 and absolutely loved having the space to get my scrabbled little head out there.
Sometimes I was funny, sometimes serious, sometimes I reviewed stuff, but I was always me and always honest and people actually liked it  (they told me and I was shortlisted for an award n stuff!) and then I just stopped.
It wasn’t a consious decision. One day just rolled into another and I got out of the habit of it.
I stopped thinking I had stuff to say. There was, and is, the huge humanitarian crisis in Syria, people closer to home like my lovely friends Julia and Liz were talking about really seriously sad and difficult times and it felt to self indulgent and ungrateful to be whinging about the kids or Mr L.
Other bloggers were going absolutely stratospheric like the incredible Mini Travellers and the fabulous Honest Mum and guess I just thought oh fuck it, my little blog is never going to take off like, what’s the point. Somewhere, I lost the ‘space and time for me element’ but today, today after a long time I feel like I’ve got stuff to say and so, whether or not people read it, whether or not my blog builds again or I find the energy and momentum to take it the places I want it to go, I’m writing it so- enjoy, it feels good to be back.

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