while our guests were staying with us Mr B Badger.com and I shared a bathroom and I havent been motivated to move my stuff back into the main bathroom so we continue to share. it’s been a few years since we have shared and a couple of things have amused me recently. one is that I think, judging by the condition of the shower glass, that when Mr B Badger.com washes his hair and body he must thrash around like he is covered in bee’s – not body wash. the glass is covered from top to bottom in splashes of soapy residue. I have tried to replicate this and I can confirm that the only way to get the shower glass this messy is to lather up and wave your arms like you just don’t care. I have left a cloth in the shower recess as a subtle hint that maybe after every couple of showers he could wipe down the glass but so far the view beyond the glass gets blurrier by the day so I best get my A into G and move back into my bathroom. we all have our bathroom issues – the reason he hates sharing a bathroom with me is I am a serial leaver outer. yes there are perfectly good cupboards that I could put all my lotions and potions into but why bother when tomorrow I am just going to get them all out again?? anyway the other thing that caught my eye while all this bathroom cohabitation is going on is that my husbands anti perspirant offers 48 hour protection….why? if you have to wear it for 48 hours you need a shower not protection, because quite frankly if you havent showered for 48 hours no one will come near you so protection is the least of your worries. is this just advertising gone mad? if it can protect you for 48 hours against the dreaded B.O then what the hell do they put in it? cause I know that I am a pretty hygienic person who doesn’t normally stink but it wouldn’t matter how much protection my anti perspirant offered, at the end of a cycling class I am pretty much guaranteed that nobody will approach me unless they have that stuff that coroners use to block the smell under their nose. no amount of “protection” can hide the fact that after 45 minutes of pretending to cycle up hill while shouting “all aboard, the night train” most people smell like they have been dug up by the dog – and if you don’t then you probably didn’t work hard enough…or your 48 hour protection actually works.
well new diet starts tomorrow…actually it’s an old diet that worked so it starts again tomorrow. since I stopped breast-feeding I have put on 4 kilos so now I only have 26 to lose yippee for me. so all those peeps in the RPM classes better get prepared for two things…one I have already covered – I will stink afterwards – the other is that the size of my arse makes Kim Kardashian’s look quite small so I will apologise in advance to the people on the bikes behind me…there will be a lot of movement in the weeks to come.
in all the information you can get about babies and their development and what’s “normal” and what’s not they say babies have different cries to let you know what they want or need. mine must be broken because she only has one cry and it goes from 0-100 in about 8.5 seconds, whatever she needs is urgent. I can’t help but feel for all the new first time mums who, like me, are trying to find that little difference in the crying to see if she wants feeding, changing, burping, sleeping or just holding. early on it was evident and Mr B Badger.com and I would know instantly what she needed, not so much now that she has hit three months. yesterday my besty and I went out for lunch. she had her two girls with her and when K Doggy started to cry one of the girls said “why is she crying?” I said I didn’t know, so she says “well how do you know what she is crying for?” and my besty summed it up for her and everyone else…”well you don’t know, cause little babies can’t speak so they cant tell you whats wrong so you just have to guess and keep guessing until they stop crying” pretty much nailed it. you’re not going to get that kind of advice in a baby book that’s for sure. and I think I only actually feed her 2/3 of the formula in the tin and the rest gets made up and then turns out to be a wrong guess and down the sink it goes. yes the “f” word – formula – but you know what? her colic has stopped since becoming a formula only baby. she is soooo much happier and not in any pain trying to bring up wind. yes breast is best but maybe not a one size fits all solution. seriously it’s hard enough adjusting to life with a baby without the added pressure of sticking to breastfeeding when it’s not working. oh and to all the midwives, health nurses, doctors, chemists and do gooders out there….making a new mum feel bad about how she is feeding her baby is not helping her and making out that baby formula is doing damage to the baby is really not cool peeps so off the breast-feeding high horse please for the mental wellbeing of new mums if nothing else.
three months…my god where has it gone? having said that it does seem like a lifetime ago that I was wheeled into the theatre at 10am as just Mrs and Mr B Badger.com only to be wheeled out 30 minutes later with mini B Badger.com in tow. I still feel mild anxiety in the evenings but I laugh now at the emotional rollercoaster I was riding in the first few weeks after bring K Doggy home…not sure Mr B Badger.com experiences the same level of humour in looking back though…he thought I was going a bit bonkers there for a while. thanks to acupuncture and some good herbs I was quickly returned to my normal, only slightly bonkers, self.
well the weather is already starting to warm up, my old hormones are returning and they have bought the headaches along for the ride and both Mr B Badger.com and I are trying to lose our baby weight…I am already at my pre conception weight but, seriously, lets just say I started on a high point. so we are making an effort to get rid of some excess and look after ourselves so that when K Doggy starts running around we will be able to keep up…not quite ready for the marathon club yet but I’m workin on it…
when I met my husband I was working in sales at a health club, living on my own and working out every morning and every evening after work. I lived on a diet that went oats and egg whites, chicken and sweet potato, tuna and rice, chicken and green vege, white fish and steamed green vege almost every day and chuck in a post workout protein shake for good measure. the living alone part worked at the time because a regime like this is quite hard to stick to with the influence of others who may not share your dedication to monotony and tasteless food. it was a means to an end and I was trying to lose body fat and build lean muscle so a diet high in protein and low in carbs was necessary – and it worked. like a biggest loser contestant I went from 97kg and size 18 to 80kg and size 10/12 in under three months. yes at 80kg I was in a size 10/12 jeans even though to some people weighing 80kg would be massive I was mostly muscle so while my BMI still said I was obese I was far from it – I don’t value the BMI scale as a measure of health anymore. anyhoo almost as soon as I stopped working at the health club my workout regularity dropped as did my adherence to the strict diet. I started working for a steel company on shift and had access to as many lunch bars as I liked, and I liked – a lot. so my jeans that I was wearing in sizes 10,11 and 12 were packed away and replaced by 14 then 16 and eventually 18, again. funnily enough the only ones that ever get donated to good sams are the 18’s and I have probably spent more time in them over the past 6 years than any of the others. so part of my weeks work has been to sort through the many piles of un used clothing that is taking up wardrobe space throughout the house and I now have a dining table piled high with a variety of tops and bottoms ranging in sizes from 10 to 16 and I haven’t attempted to go through it yet because I have to either fully commit to getting back into some if it OR get my head around not trying to get into it, find a size or weight that I am happy to be and keep that size and donate the rest. ooooohhhhhh what a treat tomorrow will be. I just can’t bring myself to throw some of the denim out – and there is alot of denim, it’s like my uniform, I love it. but seriously a size 10? I looked like a racing greyhound back then, all ribs and hips and not much in between – despite people telling me how fantastic I looked. so I think its safe to say that the size 10, 11 and 12’s can go and I should start working my way towards the 14’s via the 16’s. due to the fact that I have had my baby girl at such a late stage in my life – in 4 short years I qualify to move into a lifestyle village – I need to make sure I keep myself healthy so that I can be here to see her grow up and hopefully enjoy a family of her own….I might be knocking 70 or more but if I look after myself now I will hopefully still be here and be able to hit the clubs with kenzi for her 30th birthday….ha ha “I say that’s a joke, son”
anyhoo so tomorrows task is to cull the clothes and get ready to set up a $5 stall at the local market when it reopens. friday’s task is to start a new regime of operation stay young and healthy and hopefully in four or so weeks I can get back to doing the sunday runs with the marathon club – no not marathons just 5km, but it’s a start.