Following 'THAT' Fat Post – A Little Update.

Five days ago I posted this, and the response has been incredible. Turns out, I’m, not the only woman who hates the way she looks and feels naked. Turns out there are a ton of ladies in the same boat (mom, non-moms, young ladies, older ladies and even some men!).

Being accountable on this blog has meant I’ve really had to own this, which means if I let myself down, I’m going to let a lot of you down as well.

So, while I may only be on day 5 of ‘New Kate’ its been quite a week.

  • I’ve cut out all alcohol (and plan on doing so until the 27th – because, birthday). Yes, alcohol includes wine. Have you ever?
  • I’ve started a Whatsapp group where like minded ladies share before and after pics, encouraging messages, post motivational pics like these below and basically talk each other off carbohydrate and sugar ledges, daily. If you want to be a part of this group pop me a mail with your number .
  • I’ve cut out all gluten, white carbs and sugar, which is easy most of the time, except when my child eats spaghetti in-front of me and proceeds to dangle it on his head like some sort of glory hat.spag
  • I’m exercising more and using my ‘off’ days to haul this saggy arse into the gym. I recently tried a ‘Shape’ class at Virgin active. Most fun I’ve had in ages! Also, I’m  so fucking stiff I wee standing up. That’s the sign of a good workout.
  • I’ve paid for and signed up the the SleekGeek Ultimate You challenge, starting on 18 January. I might break the Internet with my ‘before’ photos, but I need to win the cash prize to pay for Crossfit classes.
  • I’ve found an office buddy who is lovely and kind and a huge motivation for me. I adore our morning coffee chats where we both bitch and moan about our cellulite, but then actually do something about it.

I’m quite excited to share stories of kilograms and centimetres lost, and hopefully that will come (dear god, let that come) but in the meantime I wanted to touch base and let you all know – I’ve started, and that’s the most important step.

If you started on your personal journey this week as well, well done! If you haven’t, remember: A year ago you’ll wish you started today.

Cheers to you, soon to be skinny bitches!

 

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But Still, Bumblee Remains.

At the beginning of my triathlon career, my husband bought me a shiny fancy new road bike. It was yellow and black and we called her ‘Bumblebee”. Being a complete novice cyclist I had no idea if she was a good bike or a bad bike. All I knew was that she didn’t weigh nearly as much as my prehistoric concrete mountain bike, she had thin fancy wheels and clip in pedals. I mean, could you get anything more professional?

Bumblebee saw me through many races, including Half Iron Man, without so much as a puncture. She was super.

It was only later when I learnt more about bicycles that I realised she was by no means the most expensive bike on the block, nor was she the most fancy or sought after. But I loved her and her no-drama attitude.

Robbery 1

About a year after we got Bumblebee we were broken in to. It happened one night when we were both fast asleep and we only woke up to the guards at our complex telling us that our front door was wide open. At that stage we lived in a ‘security estate’. They stole a whole bunch of stuff, except Bumbleebee.

The next day we bought a terribly ferocious guard dog by the name of Rupert.

I mean, how scary?
I mean, how scary?

Robbery 2

Fast forward to Christmas 2013 and we were broken into yet again. This time they hit the garage and literally cleaned us out. We only noticed a few days later on Boxing Day when I happened to go into the garage to look for the vacuum cleaner (Side note – the reason I never went in to the garage was because I’m married to a triathlete, and every woman married to a triathlete knows that cars sleep outside, and bikes sleep inside).

When I say they literally cleaned us out, I mean they took pretty much every single thing in the garage. Except Bumblebee. There she lay, mounted to the walls, between empty spaces that used to be her much bigger, better and more expensive bike cousins (husbands bikes).

We laughed the robbery off (bitterly) patted ourselves on the back and said the usual “at-least we weren’t home/hurt”, submitted yet another insurance claim and laughed (bitterly) at the irony that we LIVED.IN.A.SECURITY.ESTATE.

A few days later I turned round to my husband and said to him. Fuck this, If we keep getting nailed in a complex, let’s move.

We moved. To our glorious house in the ‘burbs.

At this point, ferocious guard dog 2 – Bella – had entered the mix

Super scary dog.
Super scary dog.

Robbery 3

(Are you sensing a trend here, dear reader?)

This one happened 3 days after we moved in to our new house in the ‘burbs. They managed to take a lot of stuff before our security company arrived on the scene and/or the alarm scared them off. We were both at work and laughed (bitterly) about our luck, but also reminding ourselves just how lucky we were we weren’t home. Garden beams and CCTV were added to the mix, we claimed from insurance again and kept looking forward.

Bumblebee, if you’re wondering, was safe.

Robbery 4

Yesterday as I was packing up to leave the office my phone rang. It was our security company notifying me that a panic had gone off and would I like them to go check it out. Yes please, I would like that very much. I immediately called my husband to find out if he had set it off accidentally, and when I got no reply I popped him a Whatsapp asking if everything was alright.

I jumped in my car and left the office.

5 minutes late I got a phone call that left me cold. My husband had arrived home at 4 pm and let himself into the gate and then garage. 30 seconds after parking he walked back in to the garage to hang up some washing (it was raining). In our garage he was confronted by a man with a gun to his face who made him lie down. There were others too, although at this point not visible to my husband. Luckily, he had his gate remote on him and he activated the panic button. Unluckily the alarm went off (not silently as it should have). The frightened thieves punched him in the face, grabbed his keys and left on 3 bicycles.

Almost 6 months pregnant and stuck in bumper to bumper traffic I was unable to get home and felt utterly helpless. Luckily my best friend and her hubby raced over to be with Barry until I could get home.

When I got home I was met with what felt like hundreds of cars, police, armed response and neighborhood watch. Our house was a hive of activity. My husband was (thanks a million stars) OK and the situation under control.

Fast forward to a day later and I am angry and sad and shocked and tired and so upset that this keeps happening. I’m devastated that there was a weapon involved. I’m apalled at our armed response for taking 20 minutes to arrive and I’m absolutely appalled that they phoned me when they should have gone straight through. I’m tired of hearing about crime riddled areas and how one can arm oneself to the hilt, but if these guys want in, they will get in. I’m relieved my husband is OK and I’m desperately emotional at the though that perhaps the only way to avoid living like this all the time is to leave my country.

I’ve also come to realise that riding expensive bikes is a very dangerous sport. Because all our bikes were stolen, except Bumblebee who still hangs on the wall, now very much alone.

Tonight, I’m convincing my husband to take up golf.

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Kayla Itsines Beach Body

Readers of my blog know that I am a lover of all things fitness and exercise, and generally track and document my activities on Rupert Approves. You may also have heard me talking abut my next Half Iron Man distance race (Tri Rock) in October. Sadly – I have had to pull out of it for a few reason (one being lazy and the other a recent health incident …. maybe one day I will blog about that). So, cancelled triathlon aside and what feels like a year long winter, my body has hit a serious slump. So serious in fact, that my fat pants are now toit pant and I am feeling uncomfortable ALL.THE.TIME. It also doesn’t help when my husband, bless his cotton socks, grabs my tummy and makes big squishy vagina faces with it. 

Recent health events (annoyingly vague, I know), stress at work and a damn long year have all played its part and I must admit, I have been lazy as hell, choosing to get home after work and lie on the couch with a glass of red, over hitting the gym. Silly me – because all the hard work I put in before the wedding, getting to my goal weight, has reversed and I have piled the kilos back on and am feeling utterly crap.

I’ve listlessly tried a few things to get this arse back in gear – suggesting a neighbourhood running group, aimlessly wandering around the gym and cutting out all carbs – none of which lasted more than a few days. It’s clear to me that the only time I ever achieve anythng is with a plan and goal in mind – so I decided to investigate some training options out there.

What better way then by stalking following a few Instagram accounts that showcase the famous ‘body transformation’ pic. One of those accounts belong to Australian trainer and 6-pack-owner Kayla Itsines, and after realising a lot more people in SA follow her, her plan began looking like an option. It was also after chatting to cyber friend Meg Pacoe (Fit_Megsie on Instagram) who is also doing it, that I decided to give it a bash. 

So here we are, 3 days in and walking like a colonoscopy patient. I never in a hundred years thought that this plan would leave me so sore after just two days (considering the first 4 weeks involve around 28 minutes a day). But boy was I wrong.

I’m considering loading some before pics but am honestly so ashamed that I’m not sure if I can…would you still love me, dear reader, if you saw me at my worst?

In case you were wondering the reason behind my excitement – take a look at these transformations:

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I know, right!?

Also, I am following both her eating and training pan and would love to hear from anyone else who has done this program (I’m particularly interested in feedback on the eating – as it’s a lot more carbs than I ever thought would be OK)

Here’s to a new improved me (Thumbs crossed!)

Love

Fatty m’cKearney. 

 

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