tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30920195296638407862024-03-13T04:54:35.746-07:00Coming out of the fat closetA simple blog, about a simple woman, who simply wanted to get her life back.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092019529663840786.post-58932606451093873002014-08-12T00:30:00.000-07:002014-08-12T00:30:24.235-07:008 months of sadnessIts been along time. Ive had no energy, no will, no fight.<br />
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Life has gotten crazy and I decided hoping into study, work and being everything else would be a great distraction from the pain. I'm hurting, bad. Some day's I feel like I cant breath, like I'm suffocating slowly. Other day's I feel like the world is my oyster but the pain niggles away at me.<br />
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Today has been a massive wake up for me.<br />
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It started seeing Robin Williams face all over Facebook. Always a man with a smile on his face, hiding the pain and hurt he felt inside for so many years.<br />
Depression is an arsehat.<br />
It grabs at you in your worst times, feeding your worst fear's and striving to bring you down when you least need it.<br />
Bless your cotton sock's Mr William's. I for one cried my eye's out this morning. I cant imagine the sadness and pain you felt to take you to the point that pushed you to your limit. <br />
You will always have a special place in my heart sweet man.<br />
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Putting clothes on this morning I realised I have gone back to old habit's. I living in tracksuit pants again. My jean's cut the circulation off from my torso to my legs and I seem to develop this second set of boob's under my first set. Standing, naked after my shower I stood there not knowing what the fuck to put on. Shit me, Ive been here before, left and come back again. NO NO NO!!!<br />
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Having to donate blood today I decided I would eat something big for lunch instead of dinner, I was out…so I had a kebab. OMG it was devine... and inhaled it while I was shopping. I caught glimpse of something in the mirror. A big chick, wearing a jumper like mine stuffing the fuck out of her face with food…..wait that was me. I threw the remaining kebab in the bin and felt ashamed of myself instantly.<br />
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Donating blood was another notch in the crap bin. Having a low hemoglobin count shocked me. My levels have always been high and today they were low, to low to donate. I was told that I would have to wait 6 months now before attempting to donate again. So upset with the entire situation.<br />
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It then hit me. For the last 8 months Ive been living a double life. For 6 months I studied full time, worked part time as well as be a wife, mother and daughter. Hiding, keeping myself busy so not to think about how shit I have been feeling. Every time I get a moment to myself I tend to either eat or sleep. My fitness, exercise routine has gone out the window. I'm just so exhausted at night that I fall into bed and sleep for a few hours, to wake up and stare at the ceiling before falling asleep in the early hours of the morning. I'm finding I am throwing anything down my throat to feed myself to keep my afloat and when ever I try to get back on the right path its all to hard.<br />
They say your house is a reflection of what's in your mind…well my mind is pretty fucked up atm then. I have neglected it badly, shit I cant even remember the last time I saw the floor in my sewing area.<br />
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Over this time, I have tried time and time again to get back some control but it all get so hard, I begin to feel the drag and the pain kicks in again. I need to overcome it, need to let out what's inside. I cant concentrate on making me better without trying to get my head clear. I am over counting numbers, watching what the fuck I eat, over thinking shit like how many calories have i had today, oh that means I can only drink a glass of water tonight. Getting to a stage were I am panicking wednesday mornings cause I know the scales are going to say hello there, I see we've put on a few more kg's this week.<br />
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Why cant we be happy being us? Why do we need to improve ourselves all the time? Why do we put all this stress on ourselves? Fuck I feel depressed at the thought of all my answers.<br />
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I want to love myself again<br />
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I have this on my iPhone and no matter how crap or happy I feel, or where I am in my work out, it always makes me go harder and stronger. I find strength in it. </div>
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I celebrated my 2nd fitaversary on the 27th of December and as I reflect on what those 2 years have done for me the words of the song came and played their magic. </div>
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I saw it only fit to express my 2 years with it.</div>
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Half the population's just waitin to see me fail</div>
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Some of us do it for the females</div>
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But I do it for the kids, life threw the towel in on</div>
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And I'll be in your corner like Mick, baby, 'til the end</div>
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Until the crowd goes home<br />What we gonna do ya'll?<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Give em hell, turn their heads</div>
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Here comes the fighter<br />That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />This one's a fighter<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Everybody put yo hands up<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />What we gonna do (hey!) y'all?<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />What we gonna do (hey!) y'all?<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />If you fall pick yourself up off the floor (get up)<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And when your bones can't take no more (c'mon)</div>
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Ive been wanting to do a blog post for the last few days and have had no idea how to start it.</div>
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Sitting here tonight, in bed, tears streaming down my face, snot bubbling out like no other, I decided now is the time. Enough fucking around Maz, get the shit out!!!!</div>
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Sunday 8th of December - 10km fun run at St Kilda - Sussan woman's fun run. Waking time - 3.40am - leaving Mooroopna at 4am on the dot. 3 amigo's together, excited, half asleep and pumped we drove, killing a poor defenceless roo on the Hume in the process. </div>
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On the way decisions were made (will explain down further)</div>
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10km's done and dusted, some walked, some jogged, some run.</div>
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It felt fucking amazing to cross that line. That last bit, running it in was hard. All I could think about was my dad, how much he told me to do it and how much I missed him. Tears pricked my eyes and I swear to god, I saw him in the crowd near the finish line. </div>
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Running always makes me think of dad. He told me long ago that if I wanted to get fit that I should run from one light post to another, then walk until I got the next one, then do it all again.</div>
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Its funny cause I told him that's called interval training…nahh its light post miles….he told me. </div>
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I felt like I had done 1000's of them that day.</div>
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Feeling extremely high and after our decision from previous car trip down, Melinda and I joined Martine for the 5km walk, 15 mins after our 10km.</div>
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I have nothing but admiration, love and awe for these 2 girls.</div>
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Getting up, having a go and fulfilling goals, pushing themselves and achieving greatness.</div>
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I couldn't of had 2 more awesome woman in my life.</div>
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They unknowingly have helped me out of a darkness, given me strength and never judged me on my capabilities or lack there off.</div>
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I cant thank them enough for what they did for me Sunday and I am so pleased that we had the chance to do something wonderful and tremendous together.</div>
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They, thoughts of my dad and the burning urge got to me pumped again when I got home at 1.30pm.</div>
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Checking my fit bit I went that's it, drive me to some stairs honey.</div>
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Stairs were found and I bumped my stair climb up to 50 sets for the day.</div>
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If that wasn't enough, pushy me took over and wanted my step total to get to 30,000 for the day on my fitbit. I had 4000 steps to go.</div>
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Dressed in my finest pink bra *wolf whistle* and shitty legging's I decided that the driveway, behind the safety of the closed colour bond gate of course, would be my new little track.</div>
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I don't know how many times I ran up and down that fucker but my god, I did it. </div>
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I ran for 20mins (ok ok I waddled) got one of the kids to get me a singlet top so we could open the middle gate and put our own misting section up *cough* sprinkler on low.</div>
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The last 2 weeks have been a blur for me. I sadly put my life, yet again on the back burner, putting everyone and thing first. Arranging a funeral, flowers, a wake, my dad's paper work, getting things in order for mum, trying to comfort my children, work and trying to keep my shit together haven't been easy.<br />
Sitting at my dad's service, my legs shaking inside and my face a blank wall, all I could think about was how the hell am I going to go forward and complete my 10km walk. <br />
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How can I get up, move my butt and do it knowing I wont be able to tell him I did it.<br />
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How can I get excited when I wont be able to hear how happy he was that I did it?<br />
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Yes stupid things to think of while dad's eulogy was being read out.<br />
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I am so grateful to those friends who have messaged me, thought of me and kept me somewhat sane. Its hard to talk about dad to others. I just want to scream, curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep. I don't know when my feeling will return to normal or my mind will be able to process the last time I saw him. Watching a man who was always strong, humble and independent crumble and die right before your eyes is something I will never forget.<br />
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The last 2 weeks Ive found myself slipping into those horrid old habits of mine. Not eating , let alone drinking until later in the afternoon only to find myself stuffing my face in a blind fury. Soft drink allowed itself to be tasty again, fried foods danced on my taste buds and my quanties became enough to feed a family of 4. Exhaustion grabbed hold of me and my waking hours were dreaming about sleeping. Sleeping hours were spent thinking about the what ifs and before I knew it dawn was up and I was trapped into the body says no mindset.<br />
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Wednesday's weigh in saw me right back to 115kg's. What the fucking hell!!!<br />
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Wednesday's weigh in was the slap in the face I needed to wake up.<br />
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Down the sink I poured 6L of soft drink.<br />
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I bought my wheelie bin inside and emptied the SHIT yes SHIT food into it. Fuck it, let the bin get fat.<br />
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Although I haven't gotten my arse back onto the footpath, I slept last night with the thanks of some sleeping tablets. I woke this morning and felt different, awake for once. My migraine of 4 days has finally gone and I'm taking the time today to do some cleaning, something I just haven't had the energy for.<br />
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Sunday I'll be walking the street's of St Kilda for the Sussan Women's Fun run. Its going to be bittersweet for me but I'm going to plough through it with an awesome friend by my side and my dad in my heart. <br />
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Here's back to clean eating, water drinking and moving myself again.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092019529663840786.post-63377000064002533702013-11-23T19:24:00.001-08:002013-11-23T19:41:51.897-08:00Blue eyes forever more<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Driving home today it hit me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />I'll never see your blue eyes twinkling at me. I'll never hear you speak my name again in your thick German accent or feel the prickle of your beard on my face and shoulder as you hug me.<br />Instead, every time I close my eyes, I see the shock in yours and the bewildered look in your face as you silently left us.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />To see your body so limp and defenceless, laying on the hospital bed was not the body of my dad. You were always so strong, jumping up in a flash without hesitation yet here laid a man, thin, gaunt...broken.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />We surrounded you, mum holding onto you, kissing your face. Us kids standing, touching you where we could so you knew we were there. Your last moments were spent with us all, no mention of goodbye ever said. Just love and smiles to comfort you to the end.<br />I massaged your feet and hands, feeling how cold they were, knowing nothing could help. I felt so utterly helpless, watching you, frightened, fighting like hell right until you caught your last breath.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />Your grandkids hugged you, kissed you and cried. They knew how special and wonderful their Opa is and knew you just weren't right.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />You knew to didn't you. Knew for quiet a while. I'll never forget when we went to Melbourne, when you said you were going to change your life.....but you knew then, I know you did. You spent the last 6 months rectifying things, putting them into place . You said you took strength from me when you went on your weight lose journey. You were proud of me for changing my life. I took strength from you for always being so strong in everything you did. You were always a determined man, nothing got in your way when you had your mind set to it......something that Jed always says rubbed off on me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />Right now though Papa, I really need your strength, god help me I don't know how I am going to cope not having you hear when I need to hear how shit really fall's! I need your wisdom, your thoughts...shit me Papa I need you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />I had to go through some of your thing's today with mum. I know you wouldn't of given a shit but I felt like I was invading your personal space. Finding mum's presents for Christmas and her birthday just another little tick in the box for you knowing what was happening. Dame you papa...why did you always have to be so dame organised!!!<br />Writing your Eulogy has com<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">e easier then I thought. I just hope I do your proud with how I worded it.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I found your favourite aftershave, placed it with the clothing to take to the undertaker tomorrow. Klaus got your harley boots out and cleaned them up. We even got your favourite hat aswell and those dame friggen false teeth you got fitted jsutthe day before you left us.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mum's requested 55 roses for your casket..one for every year you were married. You always treated her like a Queen, always loved her, cherished her. </span></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Papa, I promise you, I'll look after mum now. I'll be there for her when she needs me, shit I might even have to go to bloody bingo with her (you know exactly how much that excites me NOT)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thank you dad, for loving my babies. For being proud of them for being the little people they are. Thank you for excepting how different they were. They loved you unconditionally you know.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nikolaus is sad he couldn't come to you in hospital, he was to scared he would hurt you if he touched you. Wilhelm has been sick...you know how things hit him 24 hours after the fact. He loved how you kept pushing the face mask off your face in disgust and loved that you reached out for him and held him. </span></span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vyolett cant speak your name without crying. She's gone and pulled her gems out that you gave her last year cause they are magic and link her to you. Mateauz keeps telling me opa is in hospital but he died...why isn't opa coming home.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thank you dad, for putting up with me in my fucked up teenage years. I know we had some serious shit happen then that we overcame. Thank you for always supporting me in all my adventures. You were my main person of support when I first starting maz-a-licious and were proud as hell when my business took off...thank you also for letting me know when to back away from it while it took over my life.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thank you for excepting Jed into our family and loving him like he was your own son. He respected you immensely and loved you even more.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">And I promise you, that I will continue to be healthy, to keep living a life worth living, exercise every day.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 17px; white-space: pre-wrap;">My next funrun is on the 8th of December - 10km's and the entire time your going to be there with me.</span></span></span><br />
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I tried things that I only every dreamt off. Climbed over those mind obstacles.</div>
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I started the year with doing the Mad cow dash in March.</div>
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12km's of mud, water, sliding down hills on your arse, gravel in your knee's, wasp stings, chaffing on the arm, smelly bits, laughter, heat and happiness.</div>
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Next was the Mother's Day Challenge in May</div>
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Vyolett who had been suffering with a bulging disc for months cried at the thought of not being able to do the 4km's with me. </div>
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Thankfully, my little girl was well enough and ran 2km's...both of us side by side.</div>
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I cant tell you how proud of her I was and still am of her for giving it her all.</div>
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My little Bowreguard at aged 6 was happy as hell.</div>
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And because of this, we have decided to do it every year. </div>
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I couldn't think of any better way to spend mothers day</div>
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I signed up for the 5km pink ribbon run in August.</div>
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Heavily sick with a chest infection I got up and just tried.</div>
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No cheer squad, no one but me and I kicked my own arse.</div>
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I ran/walked it in 46 mins and was totally happy with the bench mark I set myself.</div>
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I hit the road at 5am that morning to drive to Echuca for the Sweat V's Steam and catch up with the gorgeous Jodie.</div>
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We started together and went at our own paces.</div>
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Although I cut over 3 mins off my previous 5km time, it was here I realised how unfit and unprepared I was.</div>
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So many thoughts went through my head and well, lets just say it was the kick up the arse I needed.</div>
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Last weekend saw me and my buddy Melinda drive to St Kilda and complete the city to surf 14km section of the day.</div>
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There was no running, no competing, we kept a steady, even place and although the blisters on our feet from the 10km's walked the day prior (don't ask) we finished it in under 2 1/2 hours.</div>
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The views were fabulous, the smelly beach not so and the sunburn kept the memory of the day alive when we got back home.</div>
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My last fun run for the year will be held in a few weeks.</div>
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I'll be driving back down to Melbourne to complete the 10km section of the Susann's woman's fun run in aid of Breast Cancer Network Australia.</div>
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Something that hits home well and truly for our family as my beautiful mother inlaw Betty fought and hit that bugger on the head.</div>
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If you can find it in your heart to donate a little please pop over to</div>
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I'm hoping to raise $500 for BCNA</div>
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If you happen to go into my work (shameless plug now) Archer Street Takeaway in Shepparton, </div>
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Now to look forward to what 2014 brings me</div>
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Bucket list of challenges great and small is being constructed.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092019529663840786.post-13627214010008594492013-11-16T23:29:00.001-08:002013-11-16T23:41:33.715-08:00you might of got a medal but you didnt come first fattyDear Sir on the tram<br />
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I'm sorry sir for how upset you were at the amount of people on the tram.<br />
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I'm sorry that you were annoyed by the amount of people who were in your way when you were wanting to get off. <br />
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I apologise that you took my words of support the wrong way. I was sincere and understood your frustration.<br />
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I have no apologise for the chuckle that I held in my throat when you decided to come back to the open door of the tram and tell me what you thought of my medal and my appearance.<br />
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I for one know how hard it is when we're having a bad day. The frustration when people block your route. I climb road blocks every day of my life, trying to guide, love and help my special needs children and their siblings. I jump hurdles with keeping my house clean and working part time. I push barriers with my expectation's of my self. I wake up every morning not knowing how bad the sickness I have lived with for over 3 years will effect me for the day.<br />
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I don't feel the need to degrade others to justify my inner arsehole in the process at a spur of a moment.<br />
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Yes I received a medal, which I wore proudly. I worked hard to get that medal Sir. I got myself up of the couch, up out of my sess of self pity and stood on my 2 feet. I got those feet moving, one after the other whilst keeping my mouth shut from those foods that poisoned my body for a long time. <br />
That medal was my token of greatness....my air punch for the last 23 months of hard work.<br />
I didn't just walk 14km's for that baby. Oh no dear Sir. I walked 100's of kilometres, in -4 degree's mornings, with rain hitting my face whilst it stung my arms. I walked those kilometers with the self doubt, the negative in my mind. Voices of all those doubters and haters in my ear, laughing at me. My tears, dear sir have been hard earned. Those blisters on my feet and open wound's from falling have been my victory scares, my flesh medal's or love and honour.<br />
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And Dear Sir, whilst you felt the need to call me 'fatty' your words fell, sadly on deaf ear's. I have been hurt by lesser words and smaller actions. Your taunting word may have cut my heart like a knife back in the day but today I found it quiet humorous. I pity your wife, with your high held expectation's on how a woman should look and strive for in her life. Sad that you think every race must be won, instead of enjoying the fact that one can simply participate and complete something to satisfy your heart. I dearly hope that you don't place such great expectations on her or your children.<br />
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Please enjoy the pictures of my how wonderful off a day I had. Ive attached them to this post for your viewing enjoyment Sir. Sadly they don't include the 3km's walk to the actual 'race' or the 3km's walk back to the hotel. The also don't include the 10km's I walked in thongs yesterday but I doubt very much that would interest you at all. My apologies again Sir.<br />
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Dear sir...no I didn't come first. I was actually 8672 behind the winner.<br />
But thank you sir for putting light on me, placing me into your verbal attack and helping me realise exactly how much I am winning in the little obstacle's I face everyday.<br />
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Kindest regards from the fatty who got a medal, but didn't come first.<br />
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Remember Hansel and Gretel and how they left a trail of bread crumbs to find heir way home</div>
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I rejoined the 12wbt program to shake up my brain and system.</div>
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Week one for me I made it my mission to drink 3L of water a day.</div>
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Fuck me do you realise how hard it is to actually think about drinking that every day.</div>
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Its mentally exhausting!</div>
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What time is it, do I need to drink another glass of water now or do I wait...</div>
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How much have I drank so far, how much do I need to drink.</div>
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Do i drink now cause I have to go out, will I piss myself if I drink to much and cant get to a loo</div>
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I stuck to it and now I don't even think about it.</div>
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I started with putting a few slices of lemon in the orange with mint, boiling the jug and making that my morning 'cuppa'. I love drinking warm water and my gut handles it really well.</div>
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The 2L jug is for through the day and as I leave it on the bench I have my constant reminder to drink without stressing about how many glasses I have had. </div>
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Doing this has helped me down my 3L a day with ease.</div>
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I want my food to tingle in my mouth to the point where it feels like its dancing a party in my mouth.</div>
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I want my eyes to love the look of the food, be seduced by its colour, it beauty.</div>
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The most satisfying thing I have noticed with take away food,</div>
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It has no colour and it smells the same.</div>
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Week Three is remembering where I was almost 2 years ago.</div>
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Reminding myself why I changed my life back then.</div>
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Its hard when we get wrapped up in the numbers and in the now.</div>
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thank ourselves for what we have done and respect and recognise the good that has come</div>
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Numbers seem to drive me, sometimes to the point of utter stupidness but they do.</div>
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I no longer wear my polar HRM because I let the calorie count fuck me over.</div>
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This magic number is my goal for Christmas.</div>
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I'm not going to pray, beg or wish this number to happen.</div>
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No those days are long over.</div>
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Having your brain screaming at you EAT EAT EAT and you know dame well your not hungry.<br />
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Fighting within yourself, having your brain tell you its alright, tomorrow is another day you can eat clean then.<br />
Hearing the food in the fridge calling you.<br />
Having the television showing add after add of mouth watering hot crisp food.<br />
The pepsi max bubbling away to drink it, let me get in your mouth and I'll show you what a party is.<br />
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You would KILL to have that piece of KFC or whopper with onion rings.<br />
That piece of cake in the fridge dripping in cream and icing.<br />
The 2L tub of ice cream in the freezer with chocolate topping..............<br />
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That emotional high with the first mouth full that lasts a total of 2 seconds because you turn into some totally fucking animal, ripping apart your food, swallowing mouth fulls without even chewing properly so your brain gets feed. 10 minutes later your sitting there, on the brink of tears cause you know that you didnt need to eat that fat, calorie saturated cardboard food and your stomach grumbles in protest. You look down and you look like you 20 months pregnant with twins and then your bowels start to protest the plastic food you just inhaled.......<br />
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Lets face it its not the stomach that wants it..your brain is telling you what to do. <br />
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Ive been fighting this mo-fo all day.<br />
I have yummy lamb chops that were cooked on the BBQ yesterday yelling at me.<br />
Shit I almost caved and put the kids in the car to drive them to Macca's justify it to myself that Id buy a $2 salad and a $2 pop corn chicken on top.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092019529663840786.post-85728431016287566802013-09-22T18:41:00.000-07:002013-09-22T18:41:11.995-07:00Parting the clothes in my closetIts been along time since I posted for me. I really never realised how much I did compress and keep to myself after my last blog post. To say it fucked me emotionally is an understatement. I withdrew into my closet, burying myself in my sadness and some of my old fat clothes. I couldn't read comments in groups or on peoples pages without feeling shit. Depression creeps in and curls its long bony fingers around your heart and mind, leaving you with no control...just darkness. My sunshine and lollipop's had vanished and I was falling deeper and deeper.<br />
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How did it happen? I was on top of the world. I worked my arse of for such along time not to feel like this again. How dare it come back to slap me. How dare it let the excuses to creep back in and cripple my happy place.<br />
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Exercise had become a laughing matter, a joke again. I feel so good and happy after going for a walk and run how did this escape me?<br />
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Going away for a family holiday helped. I spent some much loved time with my husband and beautiful amigo's. A week at the snow was organised and inside...I was shitting myself. Id always put it off due to my size...nothing snow appropriate fitted me. I came close to tears trying on XL jackets that wouldn't meet in the middle to cover me. I did find some eventually and they fit...something positive and warming yet I felt like the side of a house again. <br />
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Depression taking over my mind and feeding me blackness because the sun was shining a little. I remember going away to QLD years ago and Vy wanting me to get on the teacup ride at Dreamworld with her...I squeezed myself into that ride and sat in agony as the centre wheel turned and cut into my gutt, which over flowed onto it. Next year I plan to go on that same ride and show it who's the boss!<br />
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Over the 17 years of our relationship we have been through so any ups and downs yet we are here, still together stronger then ever. I really don't know how I would of coped mentally over the last few months without him. No I never told him how I had been feeling but I don't really have to. He has a way of tuning into me and without saying a word, fixes things in me that need it.</div>
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I am recommitting myself to myself.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092019529663840786.post-41573138479753747272013-07-22T19:26:00.001-07:002013-07-22T19:26:42.481-07:00Dear Sister Its been along time since we spoke to each other. Last words you spoke to me were at J's funeral when you hissed with venom ' who's the loser now? '<br />
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Sadly its the last memory I have of you and its one I would love to not have. Hatred comes easy to you, bitter resentment, jealous hearted and hurt flow speedily through you and it lashes out to those who have cared to give you a bit of their love.<br />
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Remember that time, when I was 4 and mum told you to bath me...remember? you were 14 and thought it was funny as hell to hold me head under water....the entire time I was screaming for air but all I could hear was your laughter. I can still feel my eyes bulging while my lungs were straining for air and sadly I still hear that horrid laugh of yours.<br />
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You always made a point of pointing out other woman and asking if you were fat or ugly like them. I have no idea why you were always so hooked up on comparing yourself to others. I always thought you were perfect the way you were. Others thought the same, the loved you, took you in their arms but your horrid ways steps in, destroying any forms of friendship and love that were built around you.<br />
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My pre teenage years were awkward enough without you trying to get your own children hurting me, brainwashing them with your bullshit and allowing them to lash out at me aswell. Setting it up that I was the one who would cope the rath of dad's hand and watch you and your eldest daughter smirk happily that it was done, time and time again.<br />
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Living with you at 16 should of been the best time in my life. Instead you beat me stupidly infront of your daughters because you wanted me to go shop lifting with you. I'm sorry that I had friends that wanted me to hang out with them at the pool on a 36degree's day instead of wearing a huge woollen jumper to thieve food from shops. I have no idea what you did with the $200 a fortnight of my $220 Austudy you demanded from me..I was to scared to ask in case I received another beating from you. Belittling me infront of your male friends, and parading me at the local pub for you to catch a man became your next trick. All was good until I wear a dress that just covered my snatch and the attention was on me more then you liked.<br />
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Who introduced me to drugs and binge drinking? Yes it was cool at 16...looking back now you were stupid, immature and a crap role model. You were meant to nurture me, protect me and help me grow...instead you cut me down, poisoned me and drove me to my lowest point. Shit I was in hospital and you didn't even pick me up after I was discharged, no my best friends mum did. Do you realise how many times I wanted to end my life because of you? You killed part of me so many times that doing it myself one final time was an escape. Sadly the one time I tried a friend of mine saved me. Again, you weren't there.<br />
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Watching you set upon your own daughter who was aged 6 should of set me off.....but I again was to scared to speak out. Hearing the thud of her hit the wall followed by her holding back the scream that was in her throat chilled me. The glint in your eyes and the hatred in your voice to your own child still haunts me to this day. For fuck sake, she was a little girl excited because she thought she heard the Easter bunny. How was she to know it was you setting it up? How you kept your children from DOC's I will never know. You always made sure they had the newest toys, a wardrobe full of pretty clothing and that they were always clean. Doc's were onto you but you always dodged the bullet. Sadly they didn't know that the toys were stolen, that the clothes came from other peoples clothes lines and charity bins. My god you left them alone at night, in their beds so you could go to the pub!<br />
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I thought once I got older things would change but belittling my husband, being jealous of me because I had a good career and starting my own family got to much for you. No sister dearest..I never once 'rubbed' my house into your face. All I wanted was for you to be proud of me, be excited for the new and wonderful things that were to come but instead you demanded my time, got jealous of my husband and tried to put wall's up in my relationship's with our other siblings and worst of all, our parents.<br />
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You weren't always evil. There was love in your heart at times. We would sit and watch a chick flick, both crying together and then burst into laughter.<br />
Take road trips in the middle of the night to fuck knows where and get pulled over by the police in our pj's in the process.<br />
And you could sing....I loved listening to you sing. You face would light up, your eyes would twinkle magically and your heart was happy. There was no madness in your voice, no anger just pure happiness.<br />
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I suppose what I really want to say to you is thank you.<br />
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Thank you for teaching me to belittle myself, seek comfort in food, alcohol and depression all those years ago. Without going through all that, I wouldn't of gotten to the point of breaking, being that fat ugly girl you use to point out to me and finally, finding the person I am today, with the help love and support of my wanker husband and dickhead using friends.<br />
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Thank you for showing me that being a nasty mother isn't the mother I ever want to be. Respecting my children, loving them and growing with them is much more comforting then making the punch the living shit out of each other.<br />
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Thank you for hurting me in more ways then I have mentioned here. You know exactly what I'm talking about at this point. Whilst I wasn't born the with the silver spoon in my mouth as you so think, I have worked fucking hard for what I have accomplished in my life and even harder to find my true self in the last 2 years.<br />
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Lastly....after all that, after all the pain, the sadness and nastiness.<br />
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I truly still do miss you like you wouldn't believe.<br />
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Your little sister<br />
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xxM<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: lucida grande, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 17px;">I'm pissed...yeah a little. I worked so hard to get down to under 100kg's and hello *bitch slap to face* </span></span></div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092019529663840786.post-52560725074248980462013-07-02T04:11:00.000-07:002013-07-02T04:11:19.405-07:00Day 4 - Sammi Special<div style="text-align: center;">
What are best friends for I ask...sharing their yummiest juice recipes with, that's what.</div>
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Today I made Sammi's favourite and it shall be from here onwards be know as Sammi's Special.</div>
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1 beetroot</div>
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2 carrots</div>
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<strike>1 stalk celery </strike> 2 red apples</div>
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little ginger</div>
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Sam told me to tread carefully with the ginger cause to much can make it turn nasty.</div>
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I also replaced the <strike>lovely</strike> disgusting celery with 2 red apples.</div>
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I also had a helper today who couldn't wait to juice everything for me but wasn't in it when it came to tasting the out come.</div>
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Although she said it smelt fine its looked weird.</div>
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My verdict on the juice</div>
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Yep love it!</div>
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I have a thing for raw beetroot as many of you would know anyway. I love it grated raw on my wraps and in salads but juiced...MWAH!!!! hot shit baby!!!</div>
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So thank you my beautiful Sammi for sharing it with me.</div>
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I'm hoping my stupid flu is on the way out the door. My cough is minor to what it was and my chest isn't as heavy so I'm hoping to get back to the gym wednesday night.</div>
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Today in the 30 plus group some wonderful gal's started a wonderful selfie idea.</div>
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To take a picture of yourself and write the good and the bad things about yourself on it</div>
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to end it with</div>
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I am fucking awesome and so are you.</div>
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You know it took me ages to think of shit to put on mine and then I didn't like the first one and did another and ahhhhhh BRAIN FARTING TIME!!!!</div>
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So here they are, sharing both of them in here now</div>
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It was a great exercise to reflect where I have been, who I am and where I'm hoping on going.</div>
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I saw so many awesome pictures of woman and a few men (Greg) doing so many different things.</div>
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Their faces echoing out the words they had typed.</div>
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Some, well nearly all of them, stung at my heart. </div>
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Things I have never known about some. I see them with a different light behind them now.</div>
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We never really know people. To many of us hide behind a happy smile, silly jokes and pulling the piss out of ourselves. We don't tend to open up, hiding behind the happiness when inside parts of us are screaming out, dying in silence. Over the last 2 days, Ive learnt the pain, the sadness, the strength and the shine these people have. The totally amaze me with their determination and trust in sharing those moments and thoughts with others.</div>
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Thank you 30plus team</div>
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You can dip that shit in chocolate, wrap it up in bacon or pay me a million dollars</div>
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I wont be having that in my juice again!</div>
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I can handle it cooked in in small amounts but in juice</div>
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no, no maz says FUCKING NO!!</div>
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I don't care how much YOU love it, how yummy it is, how good it is for my body.</div>
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Its disgusting!</div>
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I took my morning breaky juice and had my head in the sink, dry ralphing with an audience of 4 kids laughing at me cause I drank that green 'slim' and 2 cats trying to catch glimpse of what wasn't coming out of my throat.</div>
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I have to say though I really don't feel hungry. My tummy isn't screaming out FEED ME, its my brain.</div>
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I feel like Ive given up smoking again. My ciggies were always in my hand, it gave my hands something to do. Instead my mouth hasn't got food in it to chew and they want something to do.</div>
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Last night - I caved and had a salad sandwich...yep all my brain could do was tell me I needed it and I went with it.<br />
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Half way through it I thought why am I eating this, I'm not even hungry. It doesn't taste right.<br />
I finished it and sat there wondering why on earth I did what I just did.<br />
Even though I was getting everything from my juice was I missing just food in general?</div>
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I have to serve customers this sort of food every night. Before 12wbt and my life change I would of stood there, with my mouth watering and busting everything to sit and inhale the lot. Now...meh couldn't give a shit. I took my night juice with me to work last night and I very happily drank that. I did get a giggle out of my boss and work colleges as they screwed up their faces at it.<br />
Yet I still had that sandwich. After a night with tummy cramps I made a decision.<br />
I would have a snack of raw fruit / veggies with a home made dip of no fat Greek yogurt and french onion soup combined.<br />
It worked a treat. No wanting to eat anything tonight, even though I made a roast chicken with steamed veggies and roast potatoes. Nothing.<br />
OH and best of all, tried the dip on the kids and they LOVED it. Mateauz even asked me for more.<br />
Seems he's become a bit of a juice lover aswell. Informing us if its nioce or yucky...he was spot on with the celery one of course *wink*<br />
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I think I may have OD'ed on the orange concoction from yesterday as well, lets just say the gases protruding from my butt werent' pretty and the smell of fermented oranges remained in my bedroom until I opened the windows and aired it out this morning. Bloody bastard didn't help with this stupid cough either.<br />
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When you think about it though, the amount of whole foods that are put into juice in comparison to what you would eat is hugely different. There is no way I would eat 2 apples at one time, let alone all the other ingredient's involved in one glass of juice.<br />
I'm starting to feel a little lively again. My bloating has simmered down. My house has looked like a bomb site for the last few months due to travelling, family business and work commitments..this weekend has seen me tip Vy's bedroom on its ear, pump out an order and prep for another, actual fold washing once it was dry and began on the mammoth task of decluttering our room. Shit I might even unpack my suitcase from my girls weekend in Darwin from 3 weeks ago yet.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092019529663840786.post-41362647932014729622013-06-28T16:48:00.001-07:002013-06-28T20:02:23.514-07:00Day 1 DONE!Cant believe it...one day done and dusted.<br />
I never thought that I would find just juice filling enough. No chewing was done yesterday and my jaw doesn't miss it.<br />
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It was lovely not to wake up through the night with the normal pains in my bowel's and feeling like I had slightly soiled myself this morning. Here's to hopefully cutting down potty time to twice a day instead of the usually 5 -6. I mentioned this detox to someone yesterday and they said get ready to shit through the eye of a needle. Sadly that's nothing new to me. I'm really hoping that by doing this detox that my bowel gets clean and my body gets rebooted.<br />
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Today, due to my stupid bloody flu I'm going to be making this OJ juice for my 'snacks'<br />
I need a huge vitamin boost cause cold and flu tablets are doing shit and I'm so sick of coughing my lungs out. This has been my first flu in 13 months so I guess I cant really complain.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 0px; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">2 small oranges</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">2 handfuls chopped pineapple</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">1 inch ginger root</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">3 leaves romaine or green leaf lettuce</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Squeeze of lime</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Dash of ground turmeric and ginger</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><strong style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Directions:</strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">1.) Peel oranges.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">2.) Core and chop pineapple.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">3.) Cut lime in half and cut ginger root.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">4.) Wash lettuce.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">5.) Place oranges, pineapple, lettuce and ginger root in juicer.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">6.) Pour into glass then squeeze lime and stir.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">7.) Sprinkle the juice with a dash of ground turmeric and ground ginger.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Enjoy!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><strong style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Substitutions:</strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Oranges – grapefruit</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Pineapple – kiwi fruit</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Lime – lemon</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Ginger – lemon</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Turmeric – cayenne</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">was it cause of the smell?</span></span></li>
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">OMG my brain did a back flip...holly shit something CLICKED finally!!!</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">no I wasn't hungry at all, actually quiet the opposite, my tummy wasn't asking for food at all</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">the smell was actually blerg. All I smelt was the oil used to cook the food in</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">HELL NO!!! it looks...revolting to me. </span></span></li>
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">I was socially eating...like those social smokers. We all know its not good for us but we grab at what we can get to fit in, be part of the cool group. I wanted to eat that one chip because it was there and I had to have it before anyone else could.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">I didn't eat that chip or its friends. I took the entire tray and threw them into the bin with a smile.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">WIN WIN WIN</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Now day 2 has started and WOW is all I can say.</span></span><br />
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I have a problem with my bowel as many of you would know. It will never be the same as it was prior my cyst's and at the moment, Ive suffering alot of pain and leakage due to bad choices and being sick.<br />
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Last night before bed hubby changed the channel and a program called Fat, sick and nearly dead came up. Now Ive seen it before and shrugged it off. There was no way that shit was for me. BUT last nigh when I heard Joe Cross talking something in me snapped. Shit maybe, just maybe if I cleansed my bowel on his super dooper 10 day detox, then maybe I wouldn't have so much pain, discomfort and leakage. Just maybe I could help it. I eat so many raw veggies normally BUT I do tend to go over board with my meat. I eat far to much of it for my liking.<br />
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So Joe talks about rebooting your system by drinking fresh juice made of fresh veggies and fruit.<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">THIS is what got me</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><u>When you consume only juice, your system is flooded with an abundance of vitamins, minerals and phytonutrients that help your body stay strong and fight disease.</u></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">I need that, I seek it...NOW!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Hubby agreed, what the hell have I got to lose?? Shit if it doesn't help, Ive done nothing but fill my body with pure fresh fruit and veggies for 10 days. There is no calorie counting, no scales in sight. No more head fuck!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">This morning, after dropping my babies of to school I took my ample arse to the green grocer and bought up on the veggies for several of Joe's juices and his detox soup. I also bought myself a new juicer.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Now I'm hearing you ahhh I don't have the money for it...pfft my answer - How much is your health worth? Seriously..people are so quick to go and buy a Big Mac meal of crap for $10, why not spend that on fresh fruit and veggies??</span></span></div>
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<li><span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">$31 on a juicer from Coles</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">$25.40 are the green grocer which included - Kale - cos lettuce - leeks - cucumbers - garlic - ginger and a huge box of apples</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">$15.56 at Coles in Shepparton which included 6kg's of juicing carrots - lemons - celery and baby spinach</span></span></li>
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">that should last 2 of us...yes 2 of us a week. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">And there for it began this morning </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 12pt;">This recipe makes 2 servings.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: AGBookRounded; font-size: 13pt;">Ingredients:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 12pt;">6 kale leaves (Australian Tuscan Kale) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 12pt;">2 cucumbers<br />2 celery stalks </span><br />
<span style="font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 12pt;">1 apple</span><br />
<span style="font-family: ArialMT; font-size: 12pt;">1/2 lemon</span></div>
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Last round I said no more rounds. Yet here I am, doing my sixth and LAST round. Yes I said LAST!<br />
I'm finding its the same ride, over and over again. The same highs and lows. The same questions asked by others every round....its a ride Id like to get off and allow myself to try and walk straight on my own. Life is repetitive enough in my household without having my private space invaded by it.<br />
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The decision came clear yesterday when I attended my sister in laws baby shower. Beautiful day, lots of love, laughter and fun had. Wine was flowing, company was fantastic and food was great. My mother in law did mention quiet to many times <i>is that what Michelle Bridges would want you to eat </i>though. Its one of the reasons I stayed quiet when I first began my weight lose journey. Whilst she is trying to be positive about it and meaning no malice, having people continuously mentioning it when you are around food is grating. Shit its hard enough fighting yourself in your own head without having the extra pressure to perform for others. Mind you, the banana muffins are MB's banana bread recipe and the chicken and leak pies were small versions of the bowl kind MB has in the meal program so healthy GOOD food was plenty. I did enjoy mentioning that and I think one of my sister in laws did as well.<br />
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I vaguely heard one of my sister in laws telling her auntie, who had asked where I was that I was the one half her size now. I actually heard the happiness in her voice when she said it. She has never said anything more to me about how I have changed, which has been good as I have felt quiet a bit of pressure but to hear her emotion in her voice when she said it made my heart smile with happiness. its not the words that are spoken sometimes that give us the light bulb moments is it...its the little things that spark the fire.<br />
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Perhaps it was the super moon shining down on us while we drove home in the dark last night or the last few weeks that have sunk into my skin but I feel a change coming. A good change and without realising, reflecting back, I think I started it last week. No my exercise hasn't been my normal consistent 6 days a week. My time has been short, -4 morning's to cold and work in excess and yes I am using excuses but deep inside, I needed this time to sort out my personal filing system. To work out what and who I want to be when I grow up. What I want from my life in the next 589 days before I turn 40.<br />
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Decisions have been made to suit me, not others. Yes that's one of the biggest thing's I am changing. I am always trying to be there for everyone else, be a shoulder, a hug, an ear...trying to help fix situations and taking on the emotion's of others to help them. I need to stop. The negative that comes with it overwhelms me and I find myself sinking deeper and deeper into the blackness when it takes hold. Selfish maz is coming out and as hard as it is for my to comprehend I am sure my head will catch up in the long run. One of the first things I have done is to wipe those people from my life. A brother who text's me verbally abusive messages and then doesn't understand why I cant have him in my life was been blocked. As much as it hurts my heart I cant go on with such a nasty, negative person in my life so I have closed the door and nailed the windows down on our relationship. For the first time in years I can breath when I hear the phone right as I know it wont be him going on about how sick he is, how the world has done him wrong in so many ways. I am taking the power back in my life to live without the drift wood that roots.<br />
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I honestly didn't think I had any more change left in me. I thought I was a completely different person and that there was nothing more to give.....yet I forgot to give to the most important person of all...me. I was so hell bent on getting healthy and fit, doing the good of the world, that I somehow got lost and forgot who I was in the process. I can feel this new warmth, this feeling in my tummy that something new is happening...my new steps are coming up and instead of being afraid of putting my feet into them, I'm feeling the urge to run with them. <br />
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P.S - for those wanting to know about my dad and his progress. Its been 4 weeks and he has lost...18kg's. Can you believe that! I am so so proud of him! <br />
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Yesterday I was totally and utterly fucked up!<br />
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Week 4 measuring time and I had increased...yes FUCKING INCREASED 18cm in 4 weeks!!!<br />
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What am I talking about???<br />
Greg did an awesome post about reflecting over the last week ( I might add he stole it from someone else to which makes it even better)<br />
Now click on <a href="http://leitchy.blogspot.com.au/2013/05/round-round-mulberry-bush.html" target="_blank">THIS</a> to take you there and you'll see exactly what I mean.<br />
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So many of us only see the negative, some of us only the positive.<br />
I try to see the positive...oh fuck me I do but there are times when I just turn into nasty bitch Maz and feel like stabbing everyone and everything around me with a fucking blunt spoon.<br />
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Let me now, reflect with you my week since last saturday<br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Glass half full</b></span></i> - Nik and Wil decided it was a great time to fight over how to open the already broken back door on the car resulting in Wil snapping the handle completely. I then became THAT psycho mum everyone say's they never are! Yeah the swearing, youre all a bunch of little shits mum. <br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Glass half full - </b></span></i>Mat decided he would take the opportunity, right then and there, with both hands and commenced to call me a fucking bastard. Yes laugh if you will but at the time, my heart was in my ears and foam was forming at my mouth. Worst thing - there's no fucking naughty corner to put the little shit in, in the car either is there!!!<br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Glass full - </b></span></i>Bought a skinny girl dress of the 12wbt buy,sell, swap page....size XL...I've never bought that size from crossroads before as and didn't expect it to fit (please see inner fat girl point below)<br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Glass full - </b></span></i>Rest day was exactly that - vegging out, doing jack shit. My brain needed to be numb and well, the body just followed. Sleep is Gooooooddddddd<br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Glass half full - </b></span></i>being freezing cold all day cause the 35kg's you've lost doesn't heat your body any more and all you want to do is curl up into the fetal position and rock back and forth muttering, to cold, must get warm. <br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Glass half full - </b></span></i>hubby came home monday night and for the first time ever, complained that I made lasagna because we've had it far to much lately.....hmmmmm 3 times in a month, ok! All I wanted to do was pick up the fucking thing and throw it at him..how the hell dare he bitch about what Ive fucking cooked! It healthy, full of veggies, the kids love it and Ive gotta go to work so suck it up bitch! Instead I told him well why don't you bloody cook then, I'm over this shit! Stewing on it (yes this bitch is a stewer, fuck with me and I"ll plot your death 5 times over in a matter of the next year) I decided to get my cookjo on. I made beef and veggie pies, seafood marinara and tonight he's getting home made bunless burgers. If he doesn't like that he can kiss my big fat hair arse!<br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Glass full - </b></span></i> finally finished organising a girls weekend with some gorgeous girls. We do it every year on the Queens Birthday weekend. We're basically a bunch of gal's who meet via an online forum years ago who get together, eat, drink, get merry and laugh until the cows come home. I'm very confident that I wont over indulge, eat the 'wrong' things but I cant say the same for the alcohol that may be consumed. Its still a big vice for me and I will try my hardest to be in control. No doubt there may or may not be drunken toilet selfies again<br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Glass half full - </b></span></i>inner fat girl came out this week...she's been in hiding for a while and felt the urge to reintroduce herself to me by telling me the new clothes I bought wouldn't fit cause I'm a size 26, my gutt was big and looked pregnant and my arse was bigger then the back of a jersey cow. Yep didn't help that I bought a new pair of Black Milk Legging's and they were tight, my gutt flopped out over the top and I felt like the high I pulled them up, the more in your face my camel toe appear's. <br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Glass full - </b></span></i>chocolate drink by Cadbury.....mint flavour...OHHHHH MY NOBBLY KNEE'S! That stuff is just the bomb! Only problem is you have to know when to say no more. Some times to much of a good thing, fucks the good thing.<br />
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I always felt safe in that grey jacket, it smelt of my daddy, a big strong man who wasn't home all the time due to being on site for 15 hours a day, trying to feed his family. He was often mad, driven by his tiredness, lashed out at the worst times and may not have been a father fairy tales are made of but he did his best, in his strong, stubborn and proud German way.<br />
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We were bought up to ask questions, listen to our elders, and respect each other. Sadly the respect thing as by passed some of my siblings with age and instead of questioning they form opinions without listening to any others. I can often see the hurt in my dad's eye's....I can see him thinking over, what the hell happened to my family? When did we lose our connection?<br />
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My father's way's and word's have always been law. He spoke, you listened and followed. That's the way it was. He is the head of the family and being European, well that's just the way family roles.<br />
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Over the last few year's Ive notice my dad's sparkle and light in his eye's fade. The lust for life he once had was diminishing. The strong, solid man had turned into an old miserable, sickly man, riddled with illness, a bad heart, diabetes's (insulin dependant), asbestosis and the beginnings of emphysema setting in were starting to take a toll on him. Ive taken him to quiet a few appointments to specialist's in Melbourne over this time. Sometimes the news has been good, other times Ive walked out of the room trying my arse out not to shed a tear.<br />
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Last Thursday, dad asked me to help him.<br />
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Last Thursday his heart specialist in Melbourne told him he has to lose weight to get the new valve in his heart replaced. He is to high risk to be operated on atm with his weight and pressure on his heart due to his large stomach. I sat there, in the office watching and listening to my dad making excuses, the same ones I used 17 months ago. I made eye contact with the Doctor and spoke<br />
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My mum of course shot me a look. How dare I step on her domain...she's cared and feed my father since they were 21....and yes mum you did a wonderful job BUT LOOK AT YOUR HUSBAND he's dying painfully. Stop with the - we starved in the war so we eat everything..the war was 70 years ago...move on. Enough already!!!<br />
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Driving the 3 hours home, through peek hour traffic, in the rain was smashing down around us my dad, my big strong dad asked me what he needs to do because he wants to live, he wants to not be like this anymore.<br />
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At that moment I wanted to grab that grey cardigan and wrap my dad up in it. To let him feel comfort and to feel safe. This was my moment to give back, to help him and guide him. <br />
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By the time I dropped them off back at their home, I had told dad about the good and bad carb's...that to many apples aren't good for you and that processed shit (eg premade frozen easy meals) are full of crap and no matter how 'easy' they seem they are bad! He told me he would get fresh fruit and veggies in the morning, prep his fridge with grated raw carrot, beetroot, cut tomatoes, onions, cucumbers and shredded lettuce so he can have veggie mountain breed wraps for lunch from now on. He would stop eating pasta in the abundance he had and replace it with lettuce. He even suggested that he may look into getting into the pool at the local gym but I wont get to excited about that just yet. I'll give him a few weeks and if he hasn't done it, I'll be organising one for him. <br />
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It felt good to be able to educate him on good, clean eating. What he thought was good, wasn't bad...god it was a shit load better then what it was when we were growing up but it needed a ruffle up big time. He asked me question's and I answered them truthfully in exactly the same fashion he and mum did for us as kids. <br />
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Let's face it, none of us want anything to happen to our parent's. Death is just something I cant comprehend full stop. If I can find away to help, god help me if it takes for me to shake the living shit out of them, then so be it.<br />
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I have four beautiful children, all of whom love my parent's hole hearted. Mateauz my youngest has a very special bond with his Opa..shit he even had to buy his 'opa' a matching hat to his cause he loves him so much. I want my parents, my dad to see them grow up to be young people. To be part of their lives for a long time yet.<br />
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So dad I'm going to stick on your arse. I'm going to nag you about your food, come to your house through the week to get you up off your bum and at least walking cause I don't want to wear that grey wool cardie you gave me and cry wishing I had done something more so you'd still be here.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3092019529663840786.post-37255871410182825892013-05-13T21:46:00.002-07:002013-05-13T23:32:36.018-07:00What goes up...must come crashing downYes Ive been quiet.....so not like me. I feel like a part of me has died and I'm in mourning at the moment. I try to go into the forum, the groups and comment but my heart is breaking and I don't have words to speak.<br />
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I am having major post finale blues.<br />
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The weekend is such a blur of excitement, happiness and fun that when you get home you suddenly remember, shit this is what my life is really about. Back to the school lunches, making sure everyone has a uniform clean and fresh for the new school day. Back to having the 5 year old scream and hit out at you because he is frustrated. Having your 11 year old cry at the drop of a hat cause you fucked his routine by not being there to make the weekend run smooth for him. Moody pre teenager grunting at you and a little girl who is talking 100 miles an hour, over joyed that her mama is back to cuddle her to sleep.<br />
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I cant even go into depth of the shit that was in my head over the weekend. I pushed aside all the negative and really enjoyed my time with my friends. I made loads of new ones, saw sides of others that I never have before and reopened my eyes to others. I have walked away from it knowing that I no longer care what others think...I no longer want to be part of the vicious circle of hatred that can brew. Nope - what goes on with others can just stay there...I don't want part of it anymore. We're all here on this earth to do the best we can...and yep we're gonna piss people off in the process, I know I do.....so be it. Fuck the haters, fuck the people who don't get us..who has time for them? I'm tired of over thinking, trying to keep the calm...nope, cant be arsed anymore. I have enough issues to deal with in my personal life then to have that on board. Don't go PMing me either, I'm not interested in having to explain what I think and feel. If you think this is about you, well sorry you have the guilt's but build a bridge, get over it. I'm building mine right now and its made of very strong steel.<br />
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First thing monday I got back into my PT sessions...man I love them, possibly not the cold 5am morning but I love my PT and my training buddy. I have discovered planks and I are not friend. They fucking hurt!!! I swear I had major DOM's in my back, I was so sore wednesday, went to do my dead lifts and BANG back pulled really bad. I dropped the weights pronto and my PT made me stretch out straight away. I swear this is what saved my back...it hurt but not as much as I could of. I've had to take friday and monday's sessions off and no work saturday because of the pain. Sunday was the mothers day classic. I drugged myself up with pain killers and volteran just so I could do it with my little girl. Yep, my 6 year old begged me to do it with her. How could I let her down?<br />
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Yes - sunday morning came and we both did the Mothers Day Classic in Shepparton.<br />
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Excitedly she got me to write Oma's name on her honour slip because Oma is a breast cancer survivor and she's a hero (Vy's words)<br />
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I am so so proud of my little Vyolett. After suffering bad back pain and wearing a brace for 4 weeks, my little girl ran 2km's of the 4km course, right by my side. I cant tell you how much my heart smiled, shit even writing this I'm tearing up with pride. For 40 min's I forgot how sore my back was, forgot how much it pinched....for 40 min's my little girl and I ran, walked, laughed and talked while holding hands. I couldn't have asked for a better Mothers day present ever.<br />
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Word's cant express how thankful I am to you both for going out of your way to make Vyolett so happy. Its selfless act's like your own that give light and love to each day to many people. Thank you.<br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">So here to make myself accountable, are my first pics of it....I feel like a look like a really bad Los Vegas hooker in it...its unattractive but my goal is for this to fit me nicely without the ripples and dimples that come with it.</span><br />
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Saturday afternoon went in a blur of excitement. The ants in my pants were running wild and I just couldn't sit for longer then 1 min. I have no idea how the hell I managed to sit long and still enough to get my hair and make up done. Looking around the room I was in awe of how many beautiful woman were there. </div>
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How many woman were coming out of their cocoon's and transforming into devine princesses.</div>
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Ive gotta say though, Tania De Ross organises a great do. I felt like a million buck's being pampered. The girls were awesome and just chatting to them helped ease the butterflies. I aimlessly looked around though to catch a glimpse of some of the girls I know and smiled and waved happily when I caught glimpse of Donna across from me.</div>
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Its work EVERY cent...even days after I still have eye liner in place, although sleeping with false eyelashes on and find them glued to your forehead the next morning isn't as attractive.</div>
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Back to the hotel we toddled with loads of people pointing, staring and smiling at us.</div>
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Oh yeah, we looked hot.</div>
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Then shit began to hit the fan!!!</div>
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Jokingly I took a picture in my smalls and posted it via Instagram on my Face book page with the comment</div>
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the zipper on my dress fucking broke!!! </div>
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Yep if its gonna happen it going to happen to Maz.</div>
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Now normally I would of packed another 2 dresses with me but I was so cock sure that I wanted this dress that I didn't bother this time. I had no other dresses to wear!</div>
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I wasn't going to wear any other dress either. I sat there for half an hour trying to fix the dam zip and I was ready to shred the fucking dress to pieces in at one stage. Melinda went to the shops to have a look while I got the sewing kit out and sewed up half of the zipper.</div>
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Melinda came back, we pinned it and hoped for the best. Down at reception we borrowed the stapler and stapled part of it together. Due to my last 2 weeks of weight work, my back had increased and the zipper didn't want to be party to it. </div>
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So because of all of this, my dress now sat completely wrong, I had a huge section in the back that hung wrong. I thought I was going to be late for the pre dinner drinks with Michelle and all I wanted to do was cry.</div>
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I was so thankful that Melinda and I walked so much over the last 5 months. We power walked, shoes in hand to the meet up making it with 5 minutes to spare. </div>
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Inside I got to speak to Michelle and we laughed about my mishap. Most of all she put me to ease. It was lovely to be able to chat and feel normal around her, without all the silliness. It felt like Id known here for years. To soon she was off and chatting to the next person but I will never forget how sincere and warm she was when I spoke to her. How wonderful her crew were and how supportive, friendly and warm everyone was.</div>
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Few more pictures were taken for publicity and then we had the opportunity to have first dibs at drinks and food. I still by this stage hadn't had anything to eat or drink. I had 2 glasses of water and toddled over to a comfy leather couch, paranoid I'd leave either a wet patch or snail trail, while I pulled up my dress for the 10th time.</div>
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It was a funny sight to see the doors open and watch people spill into the room. Watching peoples faces explode into smiles and awe at the beauty of what they saw. It was magical.</div>
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7.30 came and I made my way towards the stage. 10 of us little peeps standing there, crap in dacks. I felt out of place, weird. The entire time I had no idea what category I was in the running for, although so many people said blog of the round. I shrugged it off...I write this from me, as me...I don't see it as spectacular or anything. Standing on stage I felt huge for the first time in ages. I haven't let me weight effect me much for months. Ive been at a happy place and totally comfortable but up there I felt like a giant in comparison to the other ladies. They seemed so little and slim to me, ozzzing confidence. Shit how did I let this feeling get back into my brain again. How did I let the fat girl come back.</div>
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I looked out into the crowd..I couldn't see anyone and I really didn't want to make eye contact with anyone I didn't know. I was fighting back the tears the entire time on stage, trying to keep my shit together.</div>
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Of course first award that gets announced is for Blogger...I'm hearing Michelle's voice</div>
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she's one of my 30 plus group - a Victorian - says it how it is, a girl true to my heart.</div>
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Did I hear right...NO FUCKING WAY!</div>
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But the other girl that was up there said she was a sure thing for blogger it has to be her. No not me, why did you pick me? I'm no one.</div>
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Auto pilot kicked in, I have no idea what I said, I was so scared shitless that my dress would fall down that I stumbled and stood like I had a stick up my arse. My second big toe was killing me and the entire time I was thinking I want my shoes off my feet hurt...just let me take my shoes of.</div>
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The rest of the stage time was a blur. I remember clapping and cheering on the other winners and smiling from ear to ear and then being ushered of.</div>
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I was meet up so many people congratulating me, my head started spinning. I lost it, I remember being drawn in for a hug by a special person and just crying. It finally hit me.</div>
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Greg bless his socks passed me a beer after I said I needed one.</div>
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Now I know I was going to stay sober and I was really scared of going overboard due to my past abuse with it but I took notice and stopped myself when I felt I had to much. I have never stopped myself before. Its huge for me...I was winning.</div>
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Yes I may have been a bit drunk but I was happy not mad, not abusive. I have been fighting with myself over the last week about this. I was pissed off that I decided to drink in the first place. I really really didn't want to go back there but there was a difference in me now.</div>
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I haven't had a drink since and I have no urges to do so. Another win for me.</div>
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Alarm bell's started ringing really loudly and decided to take a picture to send to my husband right there and then. A picture that I will look at and remember how I finally have become aware of how far I can come and how far I still have to go but most of all how much I won within me that night.</div>
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The rest of the night was spent laughing, dancing and photo bombing other peoples photo's.</div>
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I had so many people come up to me, congratulating me....I'm so sorry if I didn't recognise you, I wasn't being a stuck up bitch I was just...happy.</div>
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Thank you to to those who tried to fix my dress on several occasion's. It wasn't fixable and I really should of gone and changed but what fun would that have been. To top it off my necklace and handbag broke aswell....3 times the charm isn't it.</div>
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The night was celebrated with those who have guided me, been my shoulder, my friend and support over the last year and a half. That's what these nights are about.</div>
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Not getting into the wank factor of being near Michelle or those who are very well known in the 12wbt community. Its about spending it with those who know what you have done, have been there together in the last 3 months and who are your genuine friends.</div>
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I am truly blessed to have been with so many of my friends Saturday night.</div>
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Thank you to two special woman who have guided me, inspired me and been there for me through thick and thin.<br />
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Take you guys back to last Thursday...sitting waiting for the school bell to go so I could take my babies home from school and Mateauz goes and splits his chin wide open on the concrete stairs. Holly shit this kid is going to be the death of me! Off to the doctor's to get it glued together we go...cause of this Maz runs late for work...Maz cries in car..FUCKING STRESS!!!!</div>
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Through the night I kept checking my phone incase Jed messages me that Mateauz has knocked himself out or god knows what. At 7pmish I receive this email</div>
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Surely not me....they must of sent it to the wrong person??? no really...someone is playing a funny joke on me and their gonna piss themselves laughing when I reply back.</div>
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Driving home was a blur as I spoke to Kirsty all the way...well if you could all it walking, there was a hell of alot of screaming going on.</div>
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I made a decision not to say anything openly in the 30 plus group or my FB page incase it was a mistake.</div>
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I don't think I slept Thursday night. Excitement at meeting up with my gorgeous friends and this news made me think far to much. I think by the time my 5am training session came I had had 4 hours sleep...yes I did say 5am and training in the same sentence. Ain't no excuses to not get off arse and get into it.</div>
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Come Friday I kissed my babies goodbye at school drop off and got ready for what was to be a total eye opening weekend.</div>
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I was going to meet such a variety of people, some shy, some loud, some just well them. </div>
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Loved every single one of them.</div>
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Me...shit I was so overwhelmed by everything that I sat back. My nerves were round housing each other in my stomach so if I thought to much, the urge to urinate there and then made itself known.</div>
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Friday dinner was fabulous...so many faces and names to remember...I am totally crap at remembering names. So I smiled and tried to make a mental note but that urge to urinate would hit me time and time again. One thing that I do remember was how different I now eat. I watched people eating things I use to love, shit my mouth use to water and my urge to grab it out of their hands and throw it down my throat before them was totally gone. I really surprised myself, in a good way. I didn't eat hot chips, the smell turned me off to start with. I use to love a good parmi but the sight of the melted cheese on top made a little bit of spew enter my mouth. As cute as the miniature hamburgers were the thought of all that bread in my stomach made my arse clench.</div>
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I also realised how many other people were nervous. I noticed how many people would look at your name badge and then stand back so to speak. I thought it was weird but then got to thinking that perhaps I wasn't the only one who was a little intimidated by the sheer amount of people there. Meeting people you speak to on the net for so long in the flesh can be a bit of a spin out.</div>
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I got to speak and chat to one of my inspiration's and spoke to others who had given a bit of themselves to me without realising.</div>
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It truly was a wonderful night. Organised so well, even if we did look like a lesbian speed dating night at some stages (to quote my manager). Shit I even won a lucky door prize. Which reminds me I must dig that out so I can read it</div>
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I began to tell people I was in the top 10...lets face it, those who know me, know I cant lie for shit. That overwhelming feeling came up time and time again...so many people were excited for me...why wasn't I as excited as them? Don't get me wrong, I was but being up on the stage.. I was going to have to stand up on the stage SHIT!!!! No I cant do that, I'll trip and fall, I'll end up doing something utterly stupid. Perhaps though...OMG would that mean I finally get a medal? My first? OK ultimate payment would be a medal. Get your shit together Maz...you can do this....off to the toilet again I go.</div>
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Saturday was exciting....there was such a wonderful buzz in the air. Breakfast was tremendous. To see so many of the 30 plus crew hanging out together, smiling, laughing and happy. It really gave me the warm and fuzzies. My mood became softer and mellower.</div>
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I ended up in the top 5 fancy dressed people. I wore my jester Black milk legging's accompanied with a hat and a stick. I didn't win, how could I with the awesome appearance of Greg and his girls dressed in the a borat G Banger and rainbow hair. They looked fucking awesome! </div>
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My wonderful friend and support person Melinda, Melanie and I high tailed it to the once in a blue moon Black Milk sale in Collingwood.</div>
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Looking at my results this round have stumped me. While Ive lost 3kg's and approx 14cms I've lost a huge amount from my gunt, lost my kankles and coffee table back. Thankfully all my details were still stored in the program form my previous rounds.<br />
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Chest - 120.5cm<br />
Waist - 117cm<br />
Hips - 137cm<br />
Left leg - 75cm<br />
Right Leg - 75cm<br />
Left arm - 40cm<br />
Right arm - 40cm<br />
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I look at those numbers and I wonder how I never saw how high they were. Shit me, my legs were 5cm's smaller then the recommended waist size of a woman. My arms just a little smaller them my daughters waist. I was a walking advertisement for Michelin Tyre's for fuck sake. My one regret was not measuring my gunt and my neck. If your starting out now...DO IT for the love of god.<br />
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Chest - 104cm<br />
Waist - 90cm<br />
Hips - 115cm<br />
Left leg - 61cm<br />
Right leg - 61cm<br />
Left arm - 33.5cm<br />
Right arm - 33.5cm<br />
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Chest - 15.5cm<br />
Waist - 27cm<br />
Hips - 22cm<br />
Left leg - 14cm<br />
Right leg - 14cm<br />
Left arm - 6.5cm<br />
Right arm - 6.5 cm<br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">You should enjoy your food! Today I want to challenge you to sit down and eat your meals at a table, without distractions - that means no TV! Slow down and savour your food - if you are mindful about what you are putting in your mouth, you'll eat less! Xx</span></div>
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After reading it my word of the week popped out and introduced it's self to me</div>
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It's not just about the food...alright maybe just a little bit. Everything taste so dame different now. Its like I had a taste bud transplant or perhaps that I stopped my throw down my throat approach to eating. You know the sort of eating.....its all infront of you, you take one bite and inhale the remained of your meal only to find yourself disgusted once its all gone. You cant remember how good it tasted because your throat became an open funnel to your stomach while you made sure food never danced with your taste buds. Remorse set's in about 10 min's after your toxic consumption once the bloating, burping and farting start.</div>
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Now....I take my time, I let my food set in my mouth for a while, letting the flavours to slowly melt into my tongue and allowing me to savour every last mouthful. I never realised how delishes a bloody apple was until I sat down and really tasted it. Little under ripe and its a bit tart, stingy almost but breathtakingly delishes. Even though my meals are a 1/4 of the size of what they were, I feel fuller and my appetite is complete with what I eat because its not just my stomach that Ive feed, Ive manage to nurture my other sense's and wants by sitting back, smelling it all and enjoying every savouring moment.</div>
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Life is just a magic time we get to spend that seems to slide past so quickly. So many of us are busy working day and night, forgetting the important things. Money isn't the bee's all and end's all. Telling our children not now..later is a fob off. Stand back and watch....spending time with those close around you is more important then quiet, more important then working all hours to have that little extra in your pocket at the end of the week.</div>
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Hubby and I use to work ourselves to the bone. Hubby at his position where he didn't and doesn't have a lunch break because he is so busy. Me with my sewing business sewing 12 - 14 hours a day telling the kids sorry I cant play right now, mama has to work. And for what? To miss out on their laughter, making mud pies, jumping on the trampoline and most of all savouring their childhood with them. </div>
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We've decided to make sure Sunday's are a no work day. They are now family day's. Together we do thing's that embed in our minds so we can smile later in the week with the memory of that time. Its not just just about going out and spending money doing something either...sitting together, reading a book or playing a board game, feeling your children's happy laughter, going to the park for a picnic or going for a drive in the darkness of night to see the pretty fairy lights in the tree's to hear their astonished surprise at the sight of it.</div>
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I find its something we can take for granted. Everyone has one, well we hope they do. Friends except us for who not what we are, or so we hope. Do we have big expectations off those about us that we hold close in our friend circle? </div>
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I have no expectations from those who I consider close to me bah a hello once in a while. The circle changes from time to time. Life styles clash, we move about and our interest's and minds change. As sad as I am that certain friendship's have had the roads closed I understand that its due to the friendship not being valuable to either of us anymore. I have learnt to take what I can and give equally as much to those friendships. I will always remember the good times, take the negative to hopefully build and better myself from those mistakes with the next friendship I make.</div>
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The wonderful world of the internet has opened up a world people to talk to, immerse myself in and make beautiful friendships with. Many of them have become a bundle of support and energy that I will be forever thankful for. They put up with my craziness, my foot in mouth and my potty mouth. They understand who I am, where Ive been and why I am here. Some are more dreamy if you like and only keep you within arm's length for the love of the gossip....pffft I cant be arsed with that. If that's what floats their boat then honestly, I pity them. </div>
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Ahhh yes friendships are something I savour. </div>
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Life has been good to me and given me one of the most beautiful friendships anyone could ask for. I have lived through some pretty shitful times, had some rip snorters. In the same sense Ive had the most fabulous ups in my life so far...and Ive shared them all with my best friend. I am so blessed to have her in my life....and no we don't see eye to eye on thing's BUT we listen, offer support, love that we are different and give to each what we can. She will rip me a new one if I go over board, she will hug me and tell me she's proud if she sees fit. Loves my babies like their her own and I do hers. I savour our friendship almost as much as life itself. She was the first one I told of my interest in changing my life, in joining the 12wbt...and she backed me 110% of the way.</div>
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Thank you Sammi for always being beautiful you. Thank you for excepting me for me.</div>
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Another friendship that is important to me is the one I have with someone 10 years younger then me.</div>
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We train together, work together, hell our kids even go to the same school.</div>
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She listens, is open and supportive as well.</div>
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When we meet at a forum meet up I never in my wildest dream's had thought that we would be such great friends now. We laugh, complain about how cold 5am is and pump weights together.</div>
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Shit she did the Sydney Bridge climb with me and helped me calm down when I was scared.</div>
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Thank you Melinda for being just as beautiful inside and out</div>
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Its hard to admit you are good at something, that you think BOO YEAH BABY I kicked arse.</div>
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We're taught all our lives to put other's before ourselves. Being a mother you put yourself last.</div>
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Well that shit has changed!</div>
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Savour that you respect yourself enough to take time out of your day to have some time to reflect on what you accomplish every day.</div>
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Savour the lust and love you have in your heart to live life to its fullest</div>
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Savour that you are fortunate enough to be a better version of you.</div>
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