My baby got my baby a playset :)

So my hottie boyfriend got me the best christmas present ever, and it wasn’t even for me :)

The gift was for my pride and joy, by baby boy Jordan <3 It was an outdoor playset for the backyard, with a sling and a ladder to climb, and oh it just looks so good. What a great boyfriend. :)

I took a quick picture, here you go:

My outdoor playset

I can’t wait for Jordan to start playing in it with his friends. We are going to be quite the destination for neighborhood kids.

I also want to give a special thanks to the delivery man who also went ahead and assembled and installed the whole thing. It was really a big job and I didn’t know if hubby could get it done himself, but apparently delivery guys take care of that sort of thing also. So big shout out to Dave the delivery guy, who was super nice and cordial, even on the day after Christmas, and took care of the playset in what seems like only an hour or so. He said he gets calls for these things all the time. I told him I’d give him a special thanks on my blog :)

He seemed enthusiastic about that and asked if I could share his Facebook page as well, I told him no problem :) He gave me his card so here is all the info:

Facebook page
Youtube Channel
Weebly Page
WordPress Blog
Blogspot

Thank you thank you!! My little one loved the gift and my big one loved that fact that he didn't have to spend all Christmas week putting the darn thing together ;)

All the best!

New Healthy Start

I could get upset with myself about all the hard work I undid over the last 4 months (or more!) whilst I wasn’t training.
I could put myself down and talk about being fat and lazy.
I could just give up and resign myself to a life of trying to be healthy but not trying too hard.

But I’m not going to do any of those.
Because a) it’s not helpful b) it’s not true and c) I don’t want to.

I haven’t worked out.
I haven’t had motivation. My PT left, my best friend/training partner left.
Yep, they’re excuses.
My excuses.
You can’t force someone to do something they don’t want to, not really.
Horse to water but can’t make it drink and all that jazz.
I haven’t wanted to train. I’ve missed my training partner, I’ve missed my pt, I’ve missed how simple life seemed 6 months ago.

To be honest, I’ve missed me time.

And I kept saying that I was trying to find me time so I just didn’t have time for the gym.
Then I remembered the gym is my me time.

So I went back.
I trained legs.
I disappointed myself with just how quickly I lost my strength.
I felt out of place with no one to train with.
But I didn’t give up.

I messaged my PT because he told me I always could but I just hadn’t because I didn’t want to be a pain in the ass.

I instagrammed that shit because I am proud.
Proud I didn’t give up for good.
Proud I’m back into it.
Proud of what my body is capable of.

I enjoy it.
I enjoy the push and pull.
The tension, the muscles strain and stretch.
The achievement.
The failure. Yes, the failure because it pushes me harder.
I enjoy walking away sweaty and breathless and wobbly-legged because I know I gave it my all.
I enjoy that on a day where nothing really feels right and I don’t know which way is up I can go and lift heavy shit and feel like I can do something even if it’s only for an hour.
I’ve accomplished something.

I’m not a long distance runner.
I probably could be if I tried. But it’s not where my heart is.

My heart is under the weights. It’s in the push and pull and resistance.

I can’t even describe how good it feels for me.
How amazing I feel flipping a tyre or pressing something I couldn’t before.

Your heart might be somewhere else. It might be swimming or marathons or kayaking or hiking or abseiling or jazz or rock and roll dancing.
Find the exercise that makes your heart sing.
Hold onto it. Make it your happy place.
Make it your place where everything makes sense at least for that amount of time.
Never let it go.
Never let you convince yourself that you’re not good enough or strong enough or young enough or old enough for whatever it is you choose.

You find what it is that moves you and you move.

It’s what I’m doing.
I’m home.