Shimmer StripesΒ 

I’ve been working my butt off to become healthier and fitter. For myself and for my kids, and I have so far lost 23kg. But let’s be real for a minute. 

My body isn’t the same as it was 12 years ago. And it won’t ever be. I have separated stomach muscles, so my core strength is basically non existent. I have a ridiculous amount of excess skin on my breasts and tummy due to pregnancy, weight loss and just life. But I also have these wonderful shimmering stripes on my stomach otherwise known as “stretch marks.” πŸ™„ I don’t know about you, but I much prefer shimmer stripes. πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ


 My kids asked me about them. “What are those stripes? What are they from?” I strongly believe there is power in our words. Especially the words we choose to use in front of our children. So I told them “when I got to grow you in my tummy, these pretty, sparkling lines appeared. How cool is that? Aren’t they pretty??” And they all agreed. Dex even asked if he’d get any sparkly bits on his tummy. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜ 


Society has this habit of making us feel bad about things that naturally happen to our bodies as we get older or as life happens. Thing we can’t help, but are expected to hide or to use creams or potions to change or “fix.” But I’m changing that perception, starting with my kids. πŸ’• how about you? 😘 I’ll be fitter, stronger and healthier but I’ll also be uniquely and wonderfully me. Shimmer stripes and all. πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

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Fill Your Cup.

Unconditional love. They talk about it when it comes to parents showing unconditional love to their kids, but you never hear of the love these children show their parents. 

Lately I’ve been on a journey to find myself again, and to take care of myself. After my beautiful Nana passed away nearly two years ago now, I just gave up on myself. I became someone I didn’t know because I didn’t know myself without her, and I just stopped doing anything for myself. My grief consumed me, and from that point on our lives became harder as time went on. 


We had all three of our children diagnosed with ASD and then my days became running from psych appointments to OT appointments, to speech appointments and from kindy runs to school runs. So I let my cup drain and become completely dry. But for us to fill our families cups when our own cups are empty, is just impossible. So mums, take notice. Because it took me far too long to accept that for my family to be happy, I need to be too. For too long I saw it as being selfish and how dare I want to be a real person. πŸ™ˆ I’m a mum! How dare I exist outside of that “mum” world? So I’m trying to keep my cup at least half full so I have enough to share. 


To fill my cup, I’ve been trying to get to the gym and take care of my body as much as possible because for the longest time I’ve always come last. And I’m not just talking about “just behind everyone else by a hair” last. I’m talking everyone has packed up, gone home and gone to bed after the race while I’m still heading for the finish line. So now that I’ve seen that my needs are equally as important, I’m happier and healthier. And my kids who have seen me at my worst, and then trying to get to my best, have loved me and supported me this whole time. (And asking me if I went to an exercise gym or a PokΓ©mon gym πŸ˜‚) That is unconditional love. It’s not just about the parents showing it. It’s mutual. 

So parents, grandparents and carers, don’t ever think that doing something for you means that your kids are being let down or that they’re going to be worse off. The fact of the matter is that we all need a break sometimes. We all need to feel that glimpse of “holy shit I am actually a person and have an identity!” to keep our heads above water. It doesn’t make you a bad parent or a bad person. It makes you A HUMAN BEING. And if you see your partner struggling a little bit, TELL THEM they need a break. Send them out for some “me” time. We all need it. I know I did. 😘