FFS Friday - Moving and Not Moving It

  • In the beginning of January, Sewing Mummy BFF and I began walking 5.5km stretches with our prams, as part of the Operation Move #walk400 challenge. We killed it. Then we began to run between the telephone poles on our return leg, and one day I sent a message to Loozie (as she is aptly and gorgeously named by M) 'Hey, there's a fun run in March. What do you think?'
    Now, text explanations are not my strong point. What I meant was 'Hey, there's a fun run in March. They also have an 4km walking leg. What do you think?'
    She replied 'AWESOME. Let's do C25K.'
    Me: '*crickets*'
  • But, with her holding my proverbial hand, I laced up my runners and we began in earnest. NO FFS.
  • I really really really love yogging. I think it's pronounced 'jogging'... where you just run for extended periods of time. NO FFS.
  • My knee pinged one day. FFS.
  • It got better. NO FFS.
  • After a run one day last week my knee pinged again in the supermarket. I almost vomited. FFS.
  • It got better, so we went running again. I ibuprofen'd, heat pack'd and rested as much as one can with two moving toddlers. NO FFS.
  • It got far worse whilst Mr S was away hiking, but I ignored it. FFS.
  • Eventually I had to stop the other day because my ankle was starting to swell. FFS.
  • I went to the chiro physio who make lots of 'hmm' noises and when he asked me 'What on earth did you do to your ankle?' my reply was 'ankle? Say what?'. I have rolled my ankle without knowing (!) and it keeps puffing up. Gross. I also have problems with my IT band in my leg and the rubber band snapping on my other knee is the same problem, just on the other leg. FFS.
  • I've been in a rotten mood this week due to said pain and I'm epically frustrated that I have finally found a sport I love, and I'm unable to participate. FFS.
  • Chiro has suggested (insisted?) that I invest in some new runners. NO FFS.
  • How does one go and get fitted for shoes with two moving wrigglers who love to shop? FFS.
  • The positive from this journey is I've realised how much I love to get out and see my surroundings.

  • I didn't grow up in an athletic household by example. As a kid I played softball, soccer, netball and I used to love cross country running. When I was older and school no longer pushed such programs on us, my activity levels slid. I'm determined that my kids will grow up knowing that we get up in the morning and we stretch, and then we start moving. It doesn't need to be hard core running, but we garden, or play on the grass, go to the park (not my favourite activity by a long shot!) or we get in the pram and go for a walk. NO FFS.
  • I've become obsessed with reading books about running and moving. This fortnight I've read 'Born To Run', Racing Dawn, Run! and I've just started reading samples of 'What I talk about when I talk about running' and 'Eat and Run'. I am in love with my Kindle, still. NO FFS.
  • Talking about inspiration books about moving, what in blazes is the deal with running books geared towards women with titles like 'Running Sucks' & 'Run Yourself Skinny'? I also bought, began reading and put down again a book called 'Onward! The Absolute, No B.S., Raw, Ridiculous Soul-Stirring Truth About Training For Your First Marathon', because it was full of starred out swear words and well, it wasn't that funny. FFS.
  • This is my 'Rocky' theme music for moving:
  • After dinner I often bust out some Katy Perry for us to groove to. M loves 'Roar', and I'm secretly stoked that she can sing some of the words and does champion arm movements in the chorus. She also roars like a dinosaur but I'll take what I can get. I think the video is totally mismatched to the song content, but for your enjoyment..

Also high in my FFS stakes this week are the ongoing saga with Rheem about our heat pump hot water system (TOP TIP: 'Install a Rheem'(tm). No. Don't.) There's plenty more to say about that in time.
For now, I leave you with Beyonce music in your head. Also, go and check out Aprilaah. She's a mate from my hometown who started blogging and FFS-ing. My favourite headline of the week from her? 'STOP PRETENDING IT'S BORING TO BE ALIVE'. 

Linking up with Sarah and HB from Move Fuel Love for FFS Fridays. Dudes, it's time for a new FFS Friday button?
Dear Baby G

#operationmove - a check in

I'm pretty pleased with myself. For the last 11 days I've completed my recovery stretches twice per day, with the exception of Sunday. On Saturday night Mr S was away, Pipster woke me at 4, we dozed until 5, and at 5.30am she chucked all through my bed. GOOD MORNING! So, on Sunday I struggled with 4 hours sleep.

I've found that I no longer wobble on the spot when I'm standing still, my abdominal muscles feel much stronger and I have got hamstring strength. All this in 11 days? I'm impressed. When I put some new batteries in our scales on Tuesday and realised that I've lost 15kg since Pip was born, I was happy. I'm going to continue with the stretches and start doing some cardio next week as well.

Whilst my core and legs feel stronger, I've developed a nasty pain in my back. I'm pretty sure that it's because my core is no longer taking the brunt of my weight anymore, and my back is pretty weak. I found my TENS machine in the cupboard (thankyou Freecycle!) and I intend to give it a whirl on my back. Family Smyth are also heading to the pool this afternoon, and if I can find my goggles I'll be doing a few laps. I'm also contemplating a double pram for walks out and about. At the moment Millie sits in the pram and Pip hangs out in the Ergo, and my back complains. Lady Pippa is not a small baby...

Last week I pulled out my pre-pregnancy clothes and it was not the shopping extravaganza I had hoped for. I'll be rocking my maternity jeans for a few weeks more.

SIDEBAR: I'm sad when I have to put my maternity jeans away and go back to Real People clothes. WHO invented the button and zip? Truly? Elastic waisted jeans are, quite frankly, the bomb diggity bom bom. Fashionable? Well...

I hope to record a loss on the scales next week, however as long as I'm feeling stronger, that's the important thing right now. If I were deathly serious about the kilograms I'd be eating far less chocolate, Oreos, hot chocolates, coffees and biscuits. *wink*


That's right, I give myself Gold Stars.

That's right, I give myself Gold Stars, and other colours too.

Ok, so I had a break. I didn't really mean to, however I got the biggest case of writer's block and started enjoying cleaning my house instead. I know.

Buuuut I'm missing writing. I started writing some lyrics down again the other day as well, and that's a huge thing for me. I haven't written a song for almost three years.

I've seen so many breakdowns of 2012, and it was a huge year here in Haus of Smyths. We renovated and we had another baby. Only two major things really, but by golly were they life changing and life affirming.

There's no more talk of adding to our brood for at least another couple of years now, so now, it's time to smash some goals.

First up is my Moving goal. The awesome Kate from Kate Says Stuff and Sarah from Dear Baby G have been inspiring me with their fitness and health posts lately.

Kate's been writing about Operation Move since September, and now, I'm in. I've never been an awesome exerciser, so I'm setting my goals small to begin with. I'm doing my recovery strength exercises 20 min/day and playing 'STOP! GO! RUN!' with Millie as often as possible. My back is quite painful at present from contorting myself whilst feeding Lady Pippa and carrying around an almost 6kg baby daily, so I'm hoping that gaining some core strength back will be helpful here.

I stepped on the scales today and so far I've lost 15kg since Pippa was born. By my calculations there's 8kg to go until I'm at Pre-Pippa Weight, 13kg to Pre-Millie Weight and 17kg to Skinny Waisted Jeans Weight. I'm aiming for somewhere between Pre-Millie and Skinny Waisted Jeans weight by the end of the year. I'm taking a stab in the dark and saying that breastfeeding a giantess of a baby is going to be remarkably helpful.

Sarah's been following 12WBT and absolutely SMASHING it. And she now looks even more SMASHING. I love the idea of 12WBT but I'm not willing to stop eating ten tonnes of sugar and fourteen blocks of chocolate just yet...

So that's one of my goals for this year. I've put reminders in my phone for my strength exercises, and I subscribe to the Jerry Seinfeld 'Don't Break The Chain' productivity theory. That's right, I give myself coloured stars on the calendar praising myself for doing my exercises. Here and now, I've just made myself accountable. Here we go!