So as I sit here, with my crazy puppy one side of me (the newest addition to our family...who just decided to pee all over my floor...joy) and my lovely little boy eating his dinner politely at the table, I think about how much has changed in such a short space of time. For example, this time last year I was thinking about how strange it was going to be when I went back to study full time. And I was getting up when Charlie got up, and just spending the day with him doing "mum" things...which usually consisted of washing, playing, going to the supermarket, and pretty much everything else in between that involves children and housework. When I think about that time, and I think about now, so much has changed. I was even worried about sending Charlie to daycare, and he goes every day now and absolutely loves it...and it's all so much a part of our routine now that it seems crazy when things start to change again. In one more week my little boy will be a grand total of 3 years old and it totally amazes me how much he has learned in the time he has been gracing us with his happy, smiley, lovely self. He's an amazing little person and I love every second that I get to spend with him (within reason obviously...getting up in the middle of the night is not ideal when you've got hours owing at your beauty school...but that also kind of comes with the territory too!). The thought of change often scares me, and we have been through kind of a lot of it in the last three weeks...a break in, a new pet, Charlie getting tonsilitis, tires getting punctured....it's all a whole lot of change really isn't it? I often wonder why us Kiwis hate change so much, but the simple truth is, we do. We just don't like it. And so, when I went for my weigh in and got a little bit dissapointed with the result (update coming shortly!) I kindof thought to myself....maybe change is a good thing. It doesn't always feel good...in fact sometimes it feels pretty damn awful. Like when you're in the lunch room and probably the biggest person at your school says "look, you can totally kick my ass if you find this rude, but....are you pregnant?" (yeah that actually happened...believe me I was as amazed at her stupidity as you are, I actually stood there for a good 15 seconds with my mouth open just wondering what had actually gone down). But I guess we just have to accept the changes that happen, be prepared to make some changes, and be grateful for the changes that have already happened. In all honesty, if it wasn't for the changes that have happened recently I wouldn't be where I am. And sometimes change is just what you need to get your ass moving. So speaking of the weigh in, we hadn't been for 3 weeks, and in that time I had only lost 600 grams. Bummer right? Buuuuut...I have also lost 12.5cm off my body in that time too. So I guess it's not all bad. Mike however, did fabulously...with another 1kg of weight gone, and another 12.5cm as well...so I think that puts the grand total too (drumroll please...)
Ngaire = 5.7kg and 38cm
Mike = 6.7kg and 31cm
Not bad huh?!
So I guess it's onwards and upwards. I've cut back on my bread intake again, and upped my salad and soup intake, so watch this space my lovelies, I'm hoping to cut another kilo off my body! As always I will keep you posted (and I promise that it won't be so long next time!).
Thankyou again for reading, supporting, and making us feel good about ourselves...you are all amazing.
Until next time!
Ngaire xox
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