Slow and steady!

Looks like a few tweaks to my exercise and even relaxed a bit regarding my paleo eating and it’s had positive results.

This week I can safely say I’m finally under that mental hurdle of 60kg.  I was 58.8kg as of this morning. And before you go all crazy and give me a lecture that it’s not about weight, I know, I know, I bloody well know.  My journey is not to become a waif, trust me, I love food too much.

What I don’t know is what the body fat or muscle is doing in my body. The evil scales that my friend uses, well, I haven’t seen them in 3 weeks. My measurements have shrunk again, and that is generally a good indication of what is going on with my body. I put on my skinny jeans today, only to find they are baggy, and particularly around my butt. Less junk in my trunk huh?

I’ve also spent more time changing my exercise – downgrading on the running and cardio, which as you know isn’t easy for me. More casual bike rides, a few more walks up Bridle Path (even showing a new friend the track – even if he had some leg trouble the next day…), and generally trying to chill out more.


Bridle PathI have experienced a bit of insomnia recently and I’m not sure what’s causing the issue. A few people have given me their two cents worth, which while is great, isn’t solving the issue.  Nothing like lying awake at night to reflect on your entire life!

Part of the paleo lifestyle is to make sure you eat clean and get sunshine on your face – and if I’m lucky enough, I get to combine the two together – eating in the sunshine!



I’m not sure where I’m going to head from here – more of the same and see what happens… I guess that’s the fun part, not knowing where you’ll end up! I really enjoy writing this blog and am getting more followers all the time, as well as some great feedback, so please keep sending me your love, it really makes a difference.

And yes, I still owe you the before paleo and after paleo photos – perhaps that’ll be my next blog post!



Dragging myself up hills

I’ve started training for my next event, a 12km hill run. The course is a local one and as usual, I want to get some of the route under my shoes before race day.

What this means is that I’ve completed six hill walk and runs in seven days. Twice up Bridle Path, once up Bridle down to Lyttleton and back, and then three runs on the actual course I’ll be running in 22nd February for Run To Remember which was started as a practical and healthy way to acknowledge the tragic event that rocked my city (and how it impacted my weight loss journey).

My food has been pretty strict and although I’ve been experimenting with paleo recipes – this gal had got a sweet tooth – I’ve only slipped once. Being out with my teenage nieces, we ended up at one of their absolutely favourite restaurants, Strawberry Fare. They specialise in desserts, so I took the opportunity to relish every last morsel of this lip smacking combination…

Strawberry FareAlso, I’ve also gone out for three meals and have been the annoying one at the table by modifying what was on the menu to be as paleo as possible. Most restaurants can be tweaked to 99% paleo, which is close enough for me. Best food to order is the steak or fish of the day. Normally they come with sauces (which you can request for it to be on the side), and either salad or veges. Nearly all of the dishes come with potato fries of some description, so I’ve been cheeky and asked if I can have salad AND vegetables but no fries. All have complied at no extra charge, which was a pleasant surprise.

So when I jumped on the scales this morning to take my measurements, I felt completely deflated. I’ve put on weight and it wasn’t just muscle. My body fat percentage has gone up and I’m a bit stumped. All my other measurements have remained the same, except my thigh (it’s gone down 1 cm). How is it possible when I’ve been watching everything I’ve eaten or drunk. To say I feel flat is an understatment.

Don’t worry, I’m not about to bury my face in a pile of chocolate and wash it down with a bottle of bubbles. As tempting as it might be for about 5 minutes, I think I’d throw up and feel worse than ever. The only thing I can think of is the quantity of fruit that I’ve been eating, or perhaps it’s something else that I’m not aware of. Zumba starts back tonight and combined with some more hill runs, I’ll reduce my fruit intake and see what happens. Wish me luck!

What happens in a natural disaster?

No one can ever plan for a natural disaster. You think you might be prepared, but it’s impossible.

On Saturday 19th February 2011 I went shopping for some new jeans. At this stage I was 12 kilograms lighter (64.5 kg) and was feeling pretty good about my shape. I purchased my first pair of Levi’s skinny jeans and I loved them. They were a size 11 and this was the smallest I had been in a very long time.

Three days later the city I love, the place I call home was shaken to its core. A devastating 6.3 magnitude earthquake, which was only 10km deep, rocked everything I ever knew. We had experienced a bigger but deeper earthquake back in September 2010, but that was a baby compared to this. Buildings were destroyed, people injured and in total 185 people lost their lives.

My home was damaged, as was the majority of homes, and even 2.5 years on, it still has an impact on daily life. The emotions that are connected to this event will stick with me forever, but I’m not letting that rule my life. I’m using it to propel forward. I made a choice in the weeks following that day to make sure I pushed myself to become the best possible version of me that I could, both mentally and physically. I still use this as motivation to do the things that some people can’t do because of serious injuries or they simply aren’t here anymore.

I didn’t exercise for a whole 2 weeks after the earthquake, mainly because we didn’t have power, water or sewerage and there were urgent matters to be taken care of. Food was what ever we could get our hands on and I didn’t really care about it. I was burning calories at an incredible rate but I know I needed to get back in to a routine as soon as I possibly could or it would be a massive backwards step.

When I returned to Zumba it was like a boost to the soul. By that stage there were a few of us that started to talk at the beginning of each class, but we only knew each others first names. As soon as I walked through the door, there were smiles everywhere. They didn’t realise that I was alive – that’s how crazy our city had become – and we quickly formed a close bond, as well as becoming Facebook friends.

To those fantastic ladies, I’ll always be thankful of seeing your smiling faces and the difference it made to go back to the familiar at such a bizarre time.