Crossing bridges

To move forward sometimes we need to reflect 

on the bridges we have crossed and overcome in the process

Enjoy life sip by sip not gulp by gulp – The Minister of Leaves

 Try to relish what we have and not dwell on what could of been

Make one healthy choice...and now make another

(the fridge)

Put on your big girly panties and

JUST FUCKING DO IT!!

Believe and it will come

I eat healthy....don't I?

If you have to ask it...your quiet obviously trying to hide the truth

Stop putting your body through your mind games 

Don't have the time to go to the gym

Well my pretties

There's no place like home.

These have all been hurdles, bumps and pot holes that I have learnt 

to over come over the last 10 months.

This new life is so much more then weight

Its about cleansing the negative

Releasing your fears

Believing in YOU

1 year on

and 

I am finally

FREE

the 'commitment' post Round 4

Every round we are required to make a commitment post.

Honestly, I find this shit hard. 

The less I think about it the easier it is for me.

BUT

as I want and IM GOING to kick arse this round I am doing what Im told 

Here is my commitment....Maz style 

  Never again will I hide behind my sad smile

Never again will the discomfort of my guilt of having a unhealth life interfer with happiness.
Where the hell did I leave that top and growth under my chin????

I will continue to nurish my body with good, healthy food.

        Drink water and allow it to cleanse the toxin's stored within.

Sadly that means as off day 1 - round 4 

NO MORE DRINKING ALCOHOL MAZ!!!!!!

I will continue to focus on using my energy in a postive manner.

I aim to follow the 10K program this round and attend my first fun run in January 2013

God help me, im going to bloody run atleast 5km's straight if its going to kill me

I will continue to have fun, try new things and laugh doing it

This may include buying new clothes,

getting a massage and perhaps a facial

All while keeping my shit together

no matter where I am

Most of all, I commit to keeping happy

and  trying to being a good rolemodel to my children in the process.

xxx

numbers schumbers

I realise that being on the MB program I have to weigh in and measure myself.

Yes I'm competitive and would one day love to see an 'my inspiration' post in the forum with my name attached :P (come on who does wanna see that ) and after reading lots of the post's from other's it seems losing weight is a big factor to why people are inspiring.

Happily there's so much more to it.

Yes I would love to weight 75kg's

Yes I would love to wear size 12 clothes and have a 80cm waist

BUT 

atm I am in a happy place 

Happy that size 18 fits me and that I have 4 bags of size 24 - 26 clothes sitting to go to the op shop

Happy that I have energy and the will to try to do anything in my life I set my mind to

Happy so many of my friends have taken control over their lives and joined the revolution of being healthy

Please note - not actual friends

please note - THESE are some of my actual friends

This morning saw me take my end of round three pic for comparison

bammm bammm bammmmmmm

Why hellooooo shrinking gunt :)

I was trying not to focus to much on overall weight lose this round although it would of been a bonus. 5kg's gone to be exact making it 25kg's since I began.

This round was more of concentrating on trying to decrease the size of that useless flap that hangs not so much over my va ja ja now :)

Yes VA JA JA.....I found it again...forgot what it looked like for such a long time. 

Ive re learnt how to use it to much to hubbies joy #giggleliketwist

Worrying thing was when I ran or jumped I hear I could hear it banging on.  Not so much now. 

Compression pants do wonders mind you lol

So on that note of excitement I will leave you with this picture of myself

with hopes that I can get back here before I fly off to Sydney on Friday for the end of finale workout and party.

 

love, peace and mungbeans to all

xxxx

McHappy day what it means to me

Yes...I bought, I ate and enjoyed a big mac!!!

OMG

Its junk food!!!

How could I.

Well follow me..

A big mac has 493 cal's.

That's pretty huge right considering a meal on the 12mbt  is max 300cal's.

I try my hardest to stick to the 1200 cal's a day rule and this is nearly half of my cal intake for the day.

Let me tell you a little secret 

Saturdays is treat meal day #happydancefreak

Which in english terms means that I can have a 600cal meal on this holly day

I simply swapped around my dinner and lunch cal count around.

So tonight instead of a big meal, I'll have a platter of fruit and a small piece of chicken.

EASY!!!!

I will let you know

Right now

Im feeling VERY seedy.

Im not use to eating this type of food anymore

BUT

every McHappy day my babies and I head to Macca's and buy some Big Mac's

Why you ask....

Many moons ago a man, lets call him Jed and a woman, lets call her Maz got a little crazy and thought

hell why not expand our family.

After miscarrying twins they thought they would wait as thier heart were in pain not having their Willow and Sunni with them.

BUT

After Maz not having her period for a long time and feeling sick a test revealed that the decision was taken out of their hands.

Many ultra sounds revealed that a little girl would be completing their family.  Kryztell was going to make her entrance mid January.

Christmas came and a very sick and swollen Maz went to the hospital with extremely high blood pressure...an emergency ultra sound revealed that Kryztell has actually grown quiet a large 'member' and from that moment on was renamed Mateauz.

Maz on the other hand was told to come in for daily morning monitoring and then told she had to wait until the 8th of January for this little man to come earth side.

Meanwhile, little did we know nasty blood clots were invading Mateauz while in utero and causing all sorts of trouble.

Mateauz was a very blue baby....the picture above was taken by my best friend..he was restless, crying in pain and miserable.

At 10 days of age we were rushed to the children's hospital in Melbourne due to these nasty blood clots rupturing and killing of parts of his brain.  I was told not to expect him to live past 3 months due to the severity off them.

For 5 weeks I stayed at the Royal Children's Hospital, by his side and had nothing but help and support by everyone there.

Ronald MacDonald helped house me in that time. I was alone and had nothing but the security that they gave me to be near my baby.

3 months later I was told not to expect him to crawl, let alone walk on his own.

Here is is today

2 months shy of turning 5

He has set backs....he has only just recently began talking

He no longer wears a nappy through the day

Drawing is something that is kicking in slowly

I have massaged him

Danced, jiggled and stretched with him

We sing, repeat words and read constantly

I try to display correct behaviours, eating and most of all love.

McHappy day means more to me then calories and a big mac.

McHappy day allows me to reflect on all the goodness that the world has.  That someone who has a major position in a company, gave enough off the love in their heart to help those of us who need it.

I will be forever thankful for what they gave without wanting anything in return.

Happy

McHappy day everyone

xxx

What shall Cinderella wear to the ball?

MAN!!! 

I use to bitch about not having anyhting to wear when I was a size 26.

bloody hell its worse now that im an 18.  

My boob's dont fit in things *angry face*

After searching the web I found this beautiful floor length floating number

HELLO boobs introducing themselves a week before I enter the room

Hubby of course thinks its great...you so know where he wants me to wear it 

This little number looked so much more attractive on the little thin stick model

wearing it on the monitor then it does me.

My boob's hold it up quiet nicely though .. you have to agree 

and its nice and FLUFFY but allas not me

Then I did go trolling the City Chic site and OMG found this little gorgeous get up.

BUT I think it doesnt show off any boob at all..cant win can I *headbutts arse*

please note sexy legs they have come out to play *wolf whistle*

Today another dream dress comes in the mail

#happydancegangnamstyle

and BLOODY HELL

If I dont look like a wanna be actor doing porno's before my big screen break.....

I dont know what 

Of course hubby is only to happy to tell me how great I look

yes honey...even though my nipples are peeking out and nicely saying

hello ladies

arrrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhrhr

Im thinking I may just have to wear the above...atleast those important will know im part of the 30+ group and I wont be missed :P

7 more sleeps and if all else fails....its potatoe sacks at 10 paces

I have FEET!!!!

See this picture

After not noticing a difference in my before and after pictures this round I did my foot picture thing and hello :)  look not jsut at how much of my feet you can now see but look at how close together my feet are :)  *wiggle wiggle*

THIS means so much more then what the scales say and what my measuring tape tells me.

Its THESE things that put the icing on the cake for me.  I know so many others who would be able to relate to the fist punch feeling that I am getting right now from looking at these pictures.

Never give up....the small things don't happen over night, they take time, patients and dedication.

xx

Hiding in the dark

I cant believe I haven't been 'here' since June! over 4 months...what the hell??!!!

Ive almost completed another round and I haven't blogged once.    

Allow me to explain......

After totally screwing with my own head mid round 2 I lost the plot.  I became obsessed with numbers, working out as much as I could and burning a bucket load of cal's in the process.  While I thought I was feeling great I was suffocatings myself with darkness.  My weight wasn't moving and numbers became my focus.  It was angering me that nothing I did was reflecting on the scales.

I had to step back and remember why I started this in the first place.

It wasn't for weight, it wasn't for numbers or trying to out do myself so I would fall into a pile of shit.

I did this to be healthy.

  

I did it to find 'me' again.

My body didn't care about what numbers the scales popped out, how many cal's I was counting, how many km's I could curn out.  It was happy and delighted that I was taking control over the years of bad habits, giving it back nourishment and life.  

This round has been my light bulb moment.  I have learnt to listen to my body, not my mind and have finally found a peace.  

No more hiding in the dark :)  this is me.... free of the baggage