Thursday, October 07, 2010
In Australia, this is the last term of the school year. (School holidays start beginning of December). My husband is home on long service leave for the whole time. For those of you in countries that don't offer this, long service leave is time off in pay once you have been with a company for a number of years (number varies depending on the company normal was 10, some do 15, now you can take pro rata after 7).
Originally, I was going to take a contract so I could work like I used to before the kids were born (leave home early if it suited me, stay at the end of the day to set up for the next). Basically, I was going to work without feeling like I was racing through my day. He (who think being home with the kids is easy) was going to run the house.
What happened? I got the offer to write another book. This means that I'm at home trying to work (although not on the new book yet, still waiting for the table of contents to be approved). At the moment, I'm checking page proofs for the online resources.
How is the house husband doing? Well, basically, he's driving me crazy. He's decided to start with rearranging the kitchen. THE KITCHEN!!!!!! It's not like there isn't another room in the house that needs attention. I'm thinking the two doors that are currently not attached to the bathroom might be a priority, not to mention the painting outside that needs to be done (much better to wait until summer really hits for that). He's rearranging the kitchen (and doing a lot of huffing and puffing about the necessity for it). Basically, he arranges like my daughter does. It needs to "look neat" but not pay any consideration to the practicallities of a kitchen. (Things that I need all the time are placed behind things that don't get used often. Needless to say, I'm rearranging as I use the kitchen (not everything).
On the plus side, I got to go for a swim today (and normally I wouldn't 'cause my 4 year old is home). I came home from the holidays with bronchitis (and got to go to the doctor at 3:15 on a Monday for the diagnosis 'cause I didn't have to do the school pickup). I'm feeling heaps better, but struggled a bit with the swim (only did 30 mins).
Sorry for the rant.
Friday, October 01, 2010
We missed family fitness for August because of my surgery. We made up for it in September though.
We've just returned from spending 10 days driving around New Zealand. As there are 6 of us, motel accomdation gets tricky, so we hired a motor home to drive around / live in. Just using a motor home forces you to be more active. It's not exactly easy to park one, so we tended to park and walk (my favourite way to do things any way). I think we probably ate less as we tended to drive and then stop for meals, so there was less snacking. The kids commented on this too. My clothes were starting to feel looser, but I won't weigh in until Thursday.
So, we've had plenty of family fun. On the fitness side - last Wednesday we toured the Cadbury factory in Dunedin (the long couple of hours version). At the start of the tour, the guide said that we would be climbing 9 flights of stairs, so for a moment I considered making it the family fun fitness activity, but really, touring a chocolate factory (and collecting samples) really can't count.
Family fun fitness activity number 1. (Postponed from August). Dunedin has the worlds steepest street. We climbed it. Then it started to rain, so we went down quickly. One guy rode his bike up (and then coasted down).
Looking up at the street.
Info on the street.
View from the top.
Most days involved walking around the towns (new town every day for the first few days).
Family fun fitness activity number 2. We went skiing. My husband and I have skied before. Day one, the kids were in a form of skiing daycare were they spent the day skiing with instructors and had a lunch break. Day 2, we wre skiing together. As it's been 15 years since we've skied, it was a relief to be able to still ski. The kids took to it really well. The only way my youngest could get up the slope was to ski between either me or my husband and hang on to our legs. It absolutely killed my achilles tendon to do this and I could barely walk after the day, but with consistent stretching through the night, I was fine.
Me with two of my girls.
Good to be home.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I had surgery on my wrist on 21st July to remove a ganglion. It turned out to be a little more invloved than I was expecting. At the moment, I'm still working on flexibility; strength will come later (and is not to be pushed).
Last Friday was the first time I weighed / measured in since the operation. The good news is that I maintained my weight. Even better this week, my chest measurement (I started recording under my bust when I was breastfeeding as a bust measurement was just too variable to track) is the lowest it's been since I started recording it (2006). My bust is just a centimetre away from it's lowest measurement since 1999.
This week, I got the all clear to drive (and swim) again (lucky 'cause Tuesday was very wet). Monday was the show day holiday in our area (but not for where my eldest and husband work / go to school) so I didn't need to drive and couldn't get away to try the pool.
Tuesday was my first day driving and swimming. I came so close to not going for a swim. It's still winter here. I find that if I don't stop swimming in winter, I'm fine. Once I take a break for whatever reason it's so hard to get started again before the weather warms up. The brace for my wrist is made out of wetsuit fabric. I don't need to wear it during the day, but the OT said I could wear it in the pool for a bit more support. I took it slowly, did 10 laps kicking warmup (with kickboard and flippers) and felt fine. I then tried swimming freestyle and backstroke, keeping it slow and got 22 laps done before I felt any pain in my wrist. I'm back in my normal pool which is quite cool, so I'm not sure if it was the exercise or the cold that caused the ache, so I did some breaststroke to cool down and finished my program. All up, I got 2 km done, swimming for 50 minutes. Before the surgery, I was doing 2.5 km in 60 min.
I tried again on Wednesday. The wrist started to ache a lot earlier in the program, so I only got 1 km done, swimming for 30 mins. I'm not sure if it was sore from exercising the previous day. To play it safe, I didn't swim on Thursday and I won't be able to make it today (Friday) either. I think I'll give it a go again on Saturday.
On the diet front, I'm aware of the importance of tracking my food, but really don't like doing it. It seems to bring out the worst of my perfectionism. (I don't like missing my target my a calorie for example). This is despite knowing that the calories are estimates, so in reality I might not have missed (or if I am in range, in reality I might have been outside them due to errors in the estimates). Additionally, I'm not sure that the calories on Spark are accurate for Australian foods. (Looking and the calories on the Subway sites in the US and Aus and the same sandwich has different calories in the 2 locations is one example). I know I can use my own food labels, and I have entered quite a few of those, but I cook from fresh a lot (normally) too. My other problem is that I enter the minimum amount of exercise that I plan to do in my planner. Some weeks I go way over and get the warning message from Spark that my calories are most likely not sufficient.
Anyway, enough of the excuses, what's the plan? I was listening to one of the podcasts for 2 fit chicks with a microphone. The topic was on intuitive eating. This is how I used to eat (when I was young and slim and pregnancy hadn't messed with my hormones). One of the podcasters (Mizfit) uses this approach. When she first started, she kept a journal of what she ate and how it made it feeel. The other podcaster (Dietgirl) has a journal of her eating for a year. I'm thinking that this is something that I can do (might not make a year though). I'll still have to record if I eat a meat pie (for example), and can see the fruit / vege consumption.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Activity: Redcliffe Jetty to Jetty fun run.
The deal. My husband wanted to run the jetty to jetty. There were 4 levels: half marathon (21 km), 10 km, 5 km and 3 km. As I was doing it with the kids, the kids and I went in the 3 km. My husband ran decided to run the 5 km (didn't get around to training and ran it in 31 min - has motivated him to train for the next one).
I've never done a fun run before and didn't know what to expect. My eldest two were very unkeen and we had to drag them out of bed this morning. There were some fitness instructors doing warm up exercises with the crowd before hand but they wouldn't do it (the 4 hr old got right in to it). The half marathon started at 7:30 and our events didn't start until until 8:30 so we parked miles away and did get a warm up walking to the race.
I was quite happy to walk it, although my 8 year old wanted to run. I wasn't comfortable with her running on ahead so I told her that we'd see how we went. At the start, my 13 and 11 year olds declared that they weren't walking with me and they would run ahead if that's what it took to get away from me. As I'd had enough of their miserable company and the course was clearly marked, I let them go. I was left with the 8 and 4 year old. They wanted to run so I ran with them for a bit. They're not good at pacing themselves so they went hard and fast for short bursts and I jogged with them. After we'd reached the turn around point, my 8 year old went ahead a little on her own (I could see her and we'd seen my husband so he was infront of her and could get her at the end). I saw her catch up to my 11 year old and over take her. My 4 hear old and I then caught the 11 year old and she didn't want to stay with us, so we overtook her. I didn't see my 13 year old until the finish line.
In the end, we averaged about 10 mins per km (and took as long to run / walk 3 km as my husband did to run 5 km)
A former Australian marathon runner Steve Moneghetti ran the 10 km and presented the winners ribbons. He finished the 10 km before we got started (it took him just under 31 min). His running style is just beautiful.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
My MIL lives about 3 hours away. We are expected to go home every holidays and some weekends too. We went up on the June long weekend, and it was freezing, literally. The room we sleep in only has flimsy curtains so the cold seeps right in. The sheets for the bed aren't wide enough to tuck in. The bed causes my back to ache. I'm happy to go in summer, but winter ---- ARGHHH!!!
Every school holidays, she has a project for my husband to do. I've told her that this means that the only projects that get done around here are the ones that I do myself, but she doesn't care. Every holiday it's the same. Even when I was extremely pregnant with a few complications, he had to go home and when I asked that he come home for our wedding anniversary, she said it wasn't possible (she needed him to shift furniture around for the AC man coming that day).
Our holidays started last Saturday. She rang first thing in the morning to see what our plans were. I told her that I was sick and we were trying to do up my youngest daughter's bedroom. Someone came to the door, so she didn't get her request in. She rang back later that night and every second day since then (talking to my husband) until my husband agreed to go up this weekend. I refused to go, the kids did't want to go. My parents were over when they were objecting and were hoped that they never have that reaction about visiting them (they don't). I'm at home 'cause I'm behind with my work from being sick.
At Easter, even though we were house sitting for the entire week at the coast, we still had to go up first (she lives in the opposite direction to the house we were minding).
I'd love to know what has caused my husband to have such incredible devotion. She's one of the most selfish people that I know, but he can't see it. She can't drive, but won't get taxi vouchers because apparently "People like driving me around". She's set her life up so that her eldest daughter (unmarried) needs to drive home (about 1.5 hrs) every weekend to look after her. She can't drive, but never walks anywhere. She now has weight complications, so walking is difficult, but has actively avoided any form of exercise for her entire adult life.
Next school holidays, we're travelling to New Zealand. No doubt, we'll be going to see her in the couple of days we have before we fly out.
She has a season pass to the football, meaning that she comes down every couple of weekends, but somehow it's never possible for us to meet up with her here.
She has email, my kids have email. They have a great time emailing my father but she's not interested in that sort of contact, wants to see them in person.
Sorry about the rant. I know I've got to put it aside and deal with what's in my control. I've known her for about 20 years. I really liked her for the first decade (used to wonder about the problems that my brother in law (her younger son)) had with her, but as time's gone on, I've come to share his opinion.
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