tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250950592024-03-07T21:48:26.657+13:00 mama to fourchallenges, thoughts, dreams, inspirations.Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-54141650523703148672014-01-19T22:09:00.001+13:002014-01-19T22:10:44.798+13:00nutrition :: hair, skin & nailsjust to add.<br />
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another bonus of this change in nutrition thing (i suspect specifically the increase in protein) is that my skin appears to have improved texture and condition overall AND my nails which since having kids have been rubbish (peeling, splitting...) are strong and healthy again AND my hair is getting better too...<br />
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I seriously rate this nutrition thing. My body overall just seems healthier...Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-67198248969767702172014-01-09T00:46:00.000+13:002014-01-09T00:46:54.036+13:00food glorious food :: what has my new way of nourishing me looked like?let me start by letting you all know. I am NOT a foodie. kind of wish I was, it might quite fun - getting amongst food shows, making recipes with exotic tastes, feeling very at home with wild crazy food... but also fairly glad I am not. the huge advantage I think I have here over all you foodie types is that I don't get particularly fussy on it. I tolerate most things even if they are - well - decidedly average. im not worried if the taste doesn't blow my mind. if its food, and im hungry, i'll most likely be happy with it. <br />
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{just as an aside - at least one of my kids is a potential foodie - and im fairly sure at least one is definitely not. I know which one is easier to deal with as a mama!}<br />
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but on with the post. ive had a few people ask how my nutrition has changed. ive given a brief idea in earlier posts, but will give more of an idea of what ive actually eaten here..<br />
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As part of my 8wk challenge we received nutrition guidelines which I worked within. I won't be posting that as that is completely unfair to its author the beautiful Brooke. However, the boundaries I am working within go like this.</h4>
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<li>eat small regular meals - like 5-6 per day. and every 2.5- 3hrs (sometimes it might be 2hrs - im getting better at reading my signs of needing food). there are digestive and metabolic reasons which I wont get into, but also a BIGGIE for me is so I avoid getting to a state of desperate hunger and therefore never feel the need to inhale food cause I feel so depleted.</li>
<li>include protein in each meal or snack. why? your body needs it to build and maintain muscle and cells. protein also is much better at quelling appetite and helping you feel fuller for longer. for me protein I consume includes ::</li>
<ul>
<li>whey isolate protein powder (see note below)</li>
<li>cottage cheese</li>
<li>yoghurt</li>
<li>almonds other nuts (not roasted/salted however)</li>
<li>eggs</li>
<li>lean meat, chicken, fish (although also being budget conscious, there hasn't been much fish). I have also used lite tinned tuna, and have been introduced to "chop chop chicken" a tinned chicken. also available in lite options.</li>
<li>protein bar - especially good to have in my bag when im on the go. I have mainly used the horleys carbless bars which are available at all supermarkets in the health section.</li>
<li>peanut butter (but in small amounts is probably best). other people would say use almond butter or another alternative. being practical, I have 4 kids and the budget goes only so far...</li>
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<li>reduce/stop eating high sugar, high GI foods. these include your cakes, biscuits, sweets, treats etc etc. my biggest area of cravings!</li>
<li>I continue to eat carbs with my meals and over the initial 8wks found I needed more carbs than others perhaps. I don't tell many people (and didn't tell Brooke even - and here I am writing it on a public blog for the world to read ha-ha) im still breast-feeding asha 1-2 times a day. this ultimately has to increase my daily calorie requirement. however, the carbs I do eat are low GI where possible. this is how carbs has looked for me ::</li>
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<li>fresh fruit. especially kiwifruit (I appreciate the fibre).</li>
<li>pumpkin and kumara - NOT potato.</li>
<li>rolled oats</li>
<li>cruskits</li>
<li>vogels bread or molenberg - sandwich width. basically wholegrain, low GI. although my bread consumption has dramatically dropped. like HUGELY!</li>
<li>rice - I use jasmine, brown would probably be better - but I wasn't too fussed. main thing was to decrease my serving size here.</li>
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<li>decrease carb intake at dinner/supper. so that you aren't heading to bed with a whole lot of energy that will be unused in the evening as you head to bed...</li>
<li>lots of veges/salad. LOTS!!! prepared and eaten fairly nude. tsp of olive oil (maybe mixed with lemon juice) to dress if anything</li>
<li>drink LOTS of water through the day. 2L at least, more if you train.</li>
<li>I tried stevia as a sugar alternative for coffee - ultimately, I go sugar free now. I do however love mochas and found the weight watchers hot chocolate good (but pricey). avalanche brand also do a good sugar free one. I hide it from the kids though ;)</li>
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so heres an example of my day...</h3>
<strong>breakfast</strong> for me is now a daily ritual/habit/routine {and not being a foodie and being a busy mama who doesn't want to think too much in the morning, im good with this...}<br />
into the blender goes::<br />
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<li>1/2 cup of oats</li>
<li>1 cup of water</li>
<li>scoop of protein powder (currently using choc NAR LABS brand)</li>
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blend it all up, and it turns into something similar to a chocolate milkshake - seriously yummy. comes out best if I allow the water and oats to soak for a while first. <br />
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at the beginning I had a different brand of Protein Powder (MGN pure isolate - vanilla) I would put the oats and water in the microwave for 2mins and then mix in a scoop of PP. vanilla porridge. again, yummy!<br />
other alternatives, might be eggs and toast... just get the protein in there with the carb. you get the idea?<br />
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<strong>morning tea </strong>:: my favs have been cruskits with cottage cheese with a combo of the following - tomato, cucumber, avocado, often just marmite. OR a pot of yoghurt and a piece of fruit...<br />
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<strong>lunch</strong> :: often rice (left over from last night) tuna or chicken and spinach leaves. steamed kumara with lettuce and whatever protein OR a good salad sandwich with a meat option - some days just hummus if no meat is available (oh yeah, hummus is also high in protein)...<br />
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<strong>other snacks </strong>:: almonds, fruit, vege, carrots and hummus, carbless bar<br />
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<strong>dinner </strong>:: meat/chicken/eggs plus salad/vege. I started having carbs here also (kumara, pumpkin, or rice) as I was feeling low on energy. it helped.<br />
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<li>a favourite for me now is a roast vege salad. think kumara, pumpkin, eggplant, beetroot, carrot, capsicum, mushroom, brocoili, anything really... dry roasted for about 30min at 180deg. toss with baby spinach leaves, low fat feta, pine nuts/almonds, tsp olive oil and sprinkle on herb and garlic salt. DELICIOUS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>supper </strong>:: this would usually be my biggest craving time, and it helped that I got some yummy ideas. my favourite is to mix about a cup of low fat (blue top) Cyclops yoghurt, with a scoop of vanilla PP, this is pretty good as is. but best of all is to add in some frozen berries. simply divine!<br />
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<strong>small aside</strong><br />
the protein powder has been a new experience for me, but ultimately a good one.<br />
the first brand I used was <a href="http://www.musclegaugenutrition.co.nz/productdetails.php?pid=52" target="_blank">MGN pure whey isolate </a>in vanilla. loved it - delicious, mixed well.<br />
now using <a href="http://www.xtremenutrition.co.nz/nar-labs-100-lean-whey-complex-5lb.html" target="_blank">NAR Labs lean whey complex</a>. this one has a thermogenic in it as well (fat burner). chocolate and vanilla both good. chocolate is my fav though, also mixes well. <br />
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the NAR labs is purer apparently, but I don't think it tastes quite as good as the MGN one I used. it is cheaper however and quality wise is right up there, and overall im not complaining. foodie husband however prefers the MGN one. the only reason I changed brand is because I got it through Brooke, rather than direct through the supplier, and that's what she has... :)<br />
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to conclude...</h3>
so I realise that is a lot to take in. I am absolutely bound to re-read this only to realise I excluded vital details. ah, might just mean another post.<br />
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to anyone reading this who is on their own journey to living healthier, im with you! you can do it. the biggest thing is deciding you are worth it and its your time to just muck in and do it. starting is the hardest place. would love to hear your stories.<br />
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strength and love to you. <br />
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Xx<br />
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Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-60619132057446220002013-12-15T13:04:00.000+13:002013-12-15T13:07:44.782+13:00Summer shape up 8wk challenge resultstoday was the final weigh in and measure for the 8wk challenge I have been doing. it has been a great experience and kick in the pants for me. the biggest change for me has been in my nutrition. Exercise has also been the easy part for me. I don't find it hard to get motivation to get out and exercise. giving up the sugar however has always been much harder for me. essentially this has been about cleaning up my eating. removing the rubbish carbs, eating good clean carbs and increasing (dramatically) the protein in my diet... I am using and enjoying protein powder. it certainly hasn't been a perfect road, and I am pretty realistic about this being a whole of life change not just a fly by the night 8wk thing.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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the classes that Brooke runs are simply amazing. they are hard and they always challenge me. they are always different and push me to my limit. im good with that. and I can see the results starting to appear and pay off. as of todays weigh in, I am 1.5kg off my pre-children weight and 6.5kg off 16-21yr old Vania who was playing basketball for Auckland...<br />
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so, heres my results </h3>
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cms lost over 8wks on my:</h4>
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(r) arm: 2.5cms lost<br />
(r) thigh: 4cms lost<br />
chest: 6.5cm lost<br />
waist: 14cm lost<br />
hips: 7cm lost<br />
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weight</h4>
19/10/13 89.9kg<br />
15/12/13 84.5kg<br />
Total loss over 8wks: 5.4kg<br />
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Again, putting the word out for Brooke and her business <a href="https://www.facebook.com/fitmumz?fref=ts" target="_blank">FITmumz</a> (although there are plenty of women there who aren't mums) all the info is in the link. classes currently in alfriston, the gardens and Clevedon, west Auckland in the new yr and I hear there are plans for east Auckland and the shore too :)Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-46160470469904381182013-11-15T19:54:00.001+13:002013-11-15T19:54:06.810+13:00almost halfwayI have been doing this summer shape up challenge now for a day shy of 4weeks. At tomorrow mornings class, Brooke will be weighing and measuring each of us. this has been my progress so far on the scales...<br />
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Start: 89.9kg<br />
end of wk 1: 88.95 <br />
end of wk 2: 88.5<br />
end of wk 3: 86.85<br />
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so in the first 3wks I had lost 3.05kg. pretty good going I think.<br />
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im super curious as to how tomorrows weigh in and measure will go. I have been continuing to eat pretty clean and haven't had any major upsets this week in the food department. my training has been going pretty well. I have been at FITmumz sessions 3 times a week, and in between have been getting up a local track (lots of stairs and good incline) at least twice a week, AND have added in a game of netball on Mondays as well.<br />
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the thing is that although I have been keeping to the plan, my scales don't seem to register the same numbers as Brookes - so I don't know what hers will say in the morning. I can see physical change in my shape so I know things are moving on, but I honestly wonder if there will be a loss this week? I do wonder if I built more muscle than I lost in fat over the past 7 days.<br />
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tomorrow all will be revealed I guess.Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-27555478052057438642013-11-05T22:01:00.000+13:002013-11-05T22:02:10.352+13:00Day 17just checking in.<br />
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a week ago now (last Wednesday) the muscle which runs down the front of my shin (tibialis anterior) started cramping up after the one of the classes. by the end of the day it was super painful and I was limping. I rested Thursday, then trained Friday, Saturday and Sunday. not really giving it a rest right? yesterday I played two games of netball which was lots of fun, but halfway through the second game I could feel the pain settling in. and of course - I kept on playing... last night it was super sore and achy even in bed. today it felt improved, just achy still.<br />
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I think I need some new trainers. the impact is particularly unhelpful and I don't think my shoes are cushioning it sufficiently anymore. I am going to go to training tomorrow morning I have decided, but I will need to be disciplined to avoid the impact stuff - like the squat jumps (just squat instead) and the burpees (will step it instead), and running to warm up... hoping to be able to continue the discipline of training and not go under due to injury...<br />
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nutrition plan is going well so far this week. just need to stick with it.<br />
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and that's it for now :)Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-9541906093911508482013-11-03T11:57:00.000+13:002013-11-03T12:00:56.773+13:00the numbersok, so numbers usually freak women out. sharing them that is. the numbers that relate to weight are the numbers I am referring to to be exact. I have thought about whether I should share my numbers here. its scary. if I share the numbers I KNOW that someone out there will be comparing their numbers, to my numbers and then making a judgment about me, or a judgment about themselves. comparisons only cause us to feel smugly better about ourselves at the expense of someone else OR they make us feel negative about ourselves. as if knowing someone elses numbers sheds light on our situation...<br />
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I have decided to share my numbers. not so you can compare your numbers to my numbers OR so you can make any form of judgment on me. I will do it to create a record. so the story becomes more complete. my numbers don't change who I am. they don't define me, but they do help to shape the story.<br />
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My first number is 187. I am 187cm tall. that equates to approx. 6ft 2.<br />
in my late teens/early 20s when I was playing a lot of competitive sport at rep level my weight was 78kg. fast forward to my mid 20s and early marriage. weight went up to 90kgs (put that down to contentment) and then back to a comfortable 83kgs.<br />
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over four pregnancies my weight went up and down. my heaviest was when pregnant with Isaiah - hit 110kgs, and in between pregnancies the lowest it returned to was 85kgs. <br />
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and now at the beginning of this SSUC, my weight: 89.9kg that puts my BMI at 25.7. that's just outside the healthy range of 20-25.<br />
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so that's the numbers. im not sure which is scarier. numbers or those ugly truth initial pics I posted last night. but im not interested in pretending to be someone im not. I just want to tell the story and hopefully take some pride in setting a goal, making a plan and staying the course.<br />
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<br />Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-39418859025137854132013-11-03T00:02:00.001+13:002013-11-03T12:00:56.771+13:00My FITmumz summer shape up 8wk ChallengeI wish I posted two weeks ago so I could have kept a record of the whole of this journey. ah well, it is not to be.<br />
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I am now 2wks in to a summer shape up challenge (SSUC). it is being run through <span id="goog_412478582"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/">FITmumz<span id="goog_412478583"></span></a> a relatively new local business in our area. Brooke who owns <a href="https://www.facebook.com/fitmumz?fref=ts" target="_blank">FITmumz</a> and takes all the sessions has huge experience in the fitness industry and is such a great chick. the SSUC is an 8wk thing, including training, nutrition, weigh ins and measurements. my goal (chosen by me) is weight loss. I specified a goal of 4kgs over the 8wks. partially because I don't want to disappoint myself and partially because I know from my own background that healthy weight loss shouldn't be greater than between 0.5 and 1kg a week - so I rolled with the lower end of the weight loss scale. like I said, im being cautious.<br />
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the nutrition plan can be summed up in the following.<ul>
<li>eat regularly - like every 2.5-3 hrs</li>
<li>eat 6 small meals/snacks a day</li>
<li>include protein in every meal/snack</li>
<li>no simple/refined sugar</li>
<li>lots of fresh veges and fruit</li>
<li>reduce carbs esp at night</li>
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the training program includes unlimited FITmumz classes which are a structured mix of circuit/resistance/cardio using simple equipment like free weight, kettle bells, mats and weighted bags. every session is different and challenging for everyone regardless of fitness level. I am going to 3 classes. wed @6am, fri @6am and sat @8am..<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">so. week one</span></strong>.<br />
the first four days. exhausted. where is my bed??? I am unaware of why until the fatigue lifts on day 5. then it clicks. I have had a significant shift in my diet. I haven't consumed sugar in the refined form for the last four days. my body clearly freaked out at the change.. I notice other changes. including my. ahem. bowel habits. everything is moving much more - freely shall we say?<br />
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the first exercise session is hard and I can't actually even do some of the exercises. burpees.(I hate!) and I can barely get my legs out straight behind me, never mind jump them back in. my back feels like it will cave in because my abs are so weak. 4 kids will do that to a woman! the first class leaves me in pain for the next four days. it is a struggle to lower myself down to sitting. all I can do is laugh and enjoy this feeling. haha...<br />
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I weigh in on Saturday at the end of the first week and I have lost a whole 950g. that's almost a whole kg. time to celebrate! I get my bestie reuben to take the before pic which is now 1kg less than it should have been...<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">week two rolls on</span></strong><br />
starting to feel like I am in the groove. my discipline feels unbreakable. my resolve is strong. post Wednesday mornings training session I develop pain in my left lower leg. ive strained a muscle and it cramps up through the day getting more and more sore. I push through it for the rest of the week making sure I get myself to the other 2 FITmumz sessions - though getting out of bed is a mission and I am grumpy as heck.<br />
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food wise my resolve weakens. my failing begins on Halloween when sweets make their appearance in our home and the chocolate somehow makes its way to my mouth. how did that happen? reuben laughs at me when my reaction to chocolate passing my lips is one of pure ecstasy.. and then it happens again over the next two days with birthday cake and more chocolate. once again conveniently asking to be eaten.<br />
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I am sure this weeks weigh in will show a gain as I hesitantly get on the scales. lucky me its a loss. I am more than happy! and a reasonable loss of 450g. I feel that in some way I have been redeemed... a stern encouragement from the lovely Brooke to stay strong in the eating dept and I am again motivated to see this challenge through.<br />
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to date, 1.4kg lost. beginning to feel a little stronger. stay tuned. now that I have started to document this journey and I am sure to continue. and it helps I just discovered a great photo app too :)<br />
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Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-1867554576247080132013-07-11T22:25:00.001+12:002013-07-11T22:25:05.818+12:00the gift of "suck it up"I caught the bug last Friday night. we had guests and I knew I was feeling tired, but by the time bedtime arrived my sides had started to ache and I was starting to visit the bathroom a little too frequently. all that night I slept restlessly. stomach cramping. my electric blanket cranked as high as it goes and yet still wanting it hotter. and as the fever sat over me I prayed. "oh God. there is so much on tomorrow, please make me better by morning..." morning came and if I was sensible I would have stayed beneath my sheets and slept the bug off. but my girls netball team needed a coach. and my netball team was short players for its two games that day. so I forced a piece of dry toast, sipped water and downed panadol. it was awful. mercifully, I didn't need to run off the court to the bathroom during my own games, but I had nothing. no energy, zilch. and the sulphuric sick burps that continuously kept coming up were, well, just disgusting to be honest. I pity the opposition that that encountered me that day. I felt like a train wreck. I lay on the side of the court when my coach pulled me off in the last quarter.<br />
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however. although I felt awful, I had my game face on. which means I smile and do my best to carryon with what needs to be done. for goodness sake. I turned up to play. that just seems ridiculous in hindsight.<br />
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I was also planning on going out that night and I told reuben that there was no way we were cancelling. after game number 2 however, I knew there was no way I could go anywhere else but my bed and there I stayed. and slept. Saturday night I slept approx. 14hrs. sunday morning arrived and the bug was gone. I was left tired and weak. in that 24hr period I lost around 2kg.<br />
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and here is the point of my post.<br />
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because I seem to have a rather large ability to "suck it up", I can be internally scathing when other people have little ability to do the same. I know this has been breed in me from childhood. our family motto was "johnstones never give up". I know I still carry the legacy of that. its a good legacy, but there is a negative side to it as you can see! there is probably some pride in there that needs to be dealt to. AND a bigger issue is probably that I just need to learn how to listen to my body and rest when I need to rest, and say no, when I need to say no.<br />
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I think I am going to start working on NOT sucking it up when a healthier response would be to rest, say no, or something else. I think that might help me have a little more authentic empathy for others when I currently think they should just "harden up" a bit? or maybe sometimes people can just be a bit soft?<br />
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hmmmm... *scratches head...Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-37104842157699293962013-07-03T22:40:00.001+12:002013-07-03T22:40:09.503+12:00to eLearn or not to eLearnbeware. this is to be a little bit of a rant, or a "clear my head" kinda post. but that's ok. and let me say from the top. i value your thoughts on this. there seems to be a big variation of opinion..<br />
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so. our little county school is moving ahead and adopting eLearning in a big way. this is the first yr the school has offered it and this yr only in yr5/6. in 2014, the school is extending eLearning into yrs 5-8.<br />
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what it means practically is that each child has their own ipad (our school has chosen apple) and they choose when or not to use their ipad in class to learn. they still have the option to be old fashioned and write in an exercise book should they choose. the classroom itself has extra laptops and desktop computers for the kids to access (I understand this is for access to programs like "flash" and other extras not on an ipad), apple tv and other techy gadgets to go along with the whole eLearning thing.<br />
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let me say I have been pretty cynical from the outset. and here are my issues:<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2kN_fhZVPLxpYaWIiJAu7VCoVVFuj6rMKsy_6OQsrQPXkEcNII81mKdg5WgrMAW-Ib1NIVTAt-LlaErcoDJwZbocCA8Vq9J1WNraEWQRkym_ExJI5Zlgk6jHDFwXirvelVRD2w/s172/kids+on+computer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2kN_fhZVPLxpYaWIiJAu7VCoVVFuj6rMKsy_6OQsrQPXkEcNII81mKdg5WgrMAW-Ib1NIVTAt-LlaErcoDJwZbocCA8Vq9J1WNraEWQRkym_ExJI5Zlgk6jHDFwXirvelVRD2w/s320/kids+on+computer.jpg" width="320" /></a>in order to put your kid in the class it requires the parent to purchase the child an ipad, cover, and ensure it is properly insured. the parent is also responsible to pay a $600 "donation" (the word "donation" is laughable, but if they don't put on the front that it is a donation they are in fact breaking the law). last yr they also put a condition that paying the school "donation" would also be mandatory. this condition hasn't been talked about for yr2 of eLearning though, so I wonder if they figured the whole "illegal" thing out... there are some pretty rich families in our local community - but i think financially it is a big ask. (lets remember this is a public school). if they were to have eLearning at every level of the school which i believe is the plan, we as a family would be particularly under pressure. in 2015, and 2016 we will have 4 children at the school. that's 4 ipads, 4covers + insurance, $2400 (each yr) for the eLearning "donation" and then school donation on top of that (for 4 kids that would be somewhere around the $500 mark). <br />
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i know of parents who have this notion that if their child isn't taking up the opportunity they are going to be left behind or suffer academically. as if using an ipad at 8, 9 or 10yrs old is going to set them up for life. perhaps at high school. i am quite open to that as a concept. but i just can't buy into the notion that all day screen time at primary school and more when they get home is actually going to be the best, most healthy option for my child. <br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">*disclaimer - although it may not be the best option for my child, i certainly think that for some kids it could be a fantastic option, dependent on the childs needs. im thinking especially of boys who may be easily distracted or lack interest in learning*</span><br />
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i don't think i am coming at it from a naïve perspective either. i think i have a bit of a clue about the online world - its positives and its negatives. i am in it and as long as i have children who are learning about it i will need to stay in it. and so far they haven't needed an eLearning class to figure out how to use cyberspace. Isabella (9) is doing her projects online using google docs and has her own blog and wikispace. our kids are also lucky enough to have a daddy who is a software developer (funnily enough though he got into the profession without eLearning in primary school...) and as far as losing the skill of handwriting... handwriting is a dying art according to info given at a recent school meeting...<br />
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this yr there are three yr 5/6 classes. two of those are eLearning. Isabella is in a great class with an amazing teacher. she is one of only 4 yr5 girls in her class. next yr as one girl is moving away and another is taking up the eLearning option that only leaves two. the other wee girl is also a great kid. but i have BIG concerns, (and this is actually the CRUX of my issue at the moment) over the way the children are being segregated eLearning vs non eLearning. Isabella is feeling it, there have been a couple of incidents where my sensitive child has felt really excluded and it makes me pretty angry.<br />
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so tomorrow reuben and I are going to the school and have a meeting set up to discuss it. it makes me feel slightly ill that we would be put in this place of pressure. that my kid wants to be in the eLearning class cause everyone else is, but that she is actually doing exceptionally well without eLearning (crazy notion i know). that the money we might invest into eLearning could be much better used spent on other activites to enrich our kids learning (like music lessons, or sports or activities - or God forbid, clothing and other necessities. that my public school would be putting me in this position of standing strong and making the decision we feel is best (but we might have it totally wrong!) or going the other way and allowing my daughter not to feel like an outcast. segregated from her peers because of her parents stand...<br />
what would you do?<br />
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ughh...Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-62562001197097079142013-07-01T17:58:00.002+12:002013-07-01T18:02:45.186+12:00focus, stacking and worshiplast night I took my girls to church. reuben stayed home with the two youngest as our house has been on lock down with our baby the sickest she has ever been. another post. another story. <br />
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the girls were excited as the kids along with their leaders were responsible for leading worship etc last night. and they did a fabulous job. they focused on teaching us what "worship" really is.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">I worship as I look around me and recognise the creativity of God in the root structures and leaves and trees and birdsong. His generosity in my friends laughter and cuddles with my sick child. I worship</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"> as I remember how it is actually God who sustains me and loves me.</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"> I worship as I remember God is with me. always. that he has promised he will never let me go. in the noise and chaos of my home. he's there. God wants the whole of our lives to be one of worship to Him.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">and although I know that music is NOT worship. this song currently is one that is helping me focus on God and who he is. and in turn I worship. enjoy Xx</span></span></div>
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Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-63582344593082827352013-06-20T22:44:00.000+12:002013-06-20T22:44:02.272+12:00status update...well, life has been ticking along and I have been ticking along with it - minus social media. I have realised sharing updates and photos has been such a part of the tick that any significant, funny, cute, thoughtful moment has been framed in my head as a "status update" how curious.. anyway, I did want to just pause and reflect on a few things, just to keep in touch..<br />
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I had my first game back at netball this past Saturday. playing in prem1 grade for Ardmore club. I have been trying to figure out the last season I played - I think I remember having a season or two with a baby /toddler on the sideline - so maybe it was around 2006 given this <a href="http://mamato2.blogspot.co.nz/search/label/Netball" target="_blank">post</a>... anyway. it was exhilarating to be back on court. and not to be struggling, but to be back in the zone so to speak. my smile was ear to ear. and the best part was when the other team started getting agro in the 4th quarter it made me just angry enough to play harder :)<br />
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today my friend Fran taught me to crochet! or at least she taught me the beginnings of how to crochet. I have managed to learn two stitches so far and im making a sassy little headband for myself. there will be more if I get faster and it remains easy peasy :) I have found my patience for handcrafts in the past has been limited, so I will run with this for as long as my excitement carries me! <br />
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and we are settling in to our new place. loving the heat pump, and especially tonight as I think it might be the coldest night of our very mild to date Auckland winter - currently sitting at 7 deg, (feels like 5 deg). which reminds me of how much we are looking forward to visiting Inglewood in the school holidays to connect with friends, maybe see some snow and just have a get away as a family. and now that we no longer have to move house at Christmas, holidays away may become more of a tradition once more I hope!...</div>
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Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-38356725486946671672013-06-12T17:00:00.001+12:002013-06-12T17:00:29.441+12:00visiting Auckland Hospitalyesterday I drove into Auckland Hospital to visit a friend. I parked in carpark B, followed the dotted blue line to the lifts and took it to the 9th floor - maternity and women's health. as I think back, I wish I had taken photos. its not that I have been there a huge number of times, because I haven't. but as I walked I found I was being hit with some very distinct memories. the visual reminders, the smells, the busy hustle and bustle...<br />
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of my frantic mother calling to tell me Grandma was gravely ill, of kicking and breaking my toe on my bathroom door in my panic to get to the hospital, and the painful limp through the corridors to make what would be my last visit while she was alive. and then returning that night to sit with her, my mother and my uncle after she had gone...<br />
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of being with my friend Kristen for each of her births. waiting for news on hospital seats that all was well after the emergency C-section with her first (I was in my first trimester with Hannah), waddling through corridors at 34wks pregnant with Isaiah to be with her when she was in labour with her number two, and again for number three (although I wasn't pregnant myself that time). the excitement and anticipation and nerves that come with each impending delivery...<br />
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and finally when I was in my friends room yesterday and took in the view over Park Road towards the med school, found myself thinking about one of my closest friends while at Akld Uni. He flatted for a bit in one of those old, decrepit, only for student, kind of flats. It reminded me of things that could have been and weren't, it reminded me of old friendships and experiences, of betrayal and love. I remembered how hurts heal in time and how forgiveness can be complete. it also made me long for re-connection once again...<br />
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this was proving very effective until this morning when I went to play music through my spotify account and realised that spotify DOES NOT WORK without logging in through your FB account. guts. I really love spotify and use it all the time in the car and when I go for a run. SO. its looking like staying off FB is very much to become a result of self-control. a decision of will. can I do it?... hmmmm. so far so good though. a brief moment tonight I wondered what the world was doing without me knowing about it, it was short lived however - phew!<br />
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and much more important news is that we have moved. again.<br />
#15. following is a list of where Reuben and I have lived since we married in 1999.<br />
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<li>august place, greenlane (5mths)</li>
<li>queens road, panmure (18mths)</li>
<li>mays rd, onehunga (3yrs)</li>
<li>mountain rd, mt wellington (9mths) Isabella born here</li>
<li>penruddocke pl, pakuranga (6mths)</li>
<li>portadown ave, pakuranga (1yr) Hannah born here</li>
<li>alma cres, papakura (4yrs) Isaiah born here</li>
<li>thorps quarry rd, clevedon (5mths) Asha born here</li>
<li>ardmore quarry rd, Ardmore (3mths)</li>
<li>thorps quarry rd (9mths)</li>
<li>north rd, clevedon (3mths)</li>
<li>thorps quarry rd (9mths)</li>
<li>north rd (3mths)</li>
<li>thorps quarry rd (2mths)</li>
<li>hyde rd, clevedon (...</li>
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the last month has been an incredibly stressful period for our whole family. the process of even deciding that YES, we were going to move again, has taken a huge emotional toll. on all of us. my 1st born is very sensitive, and of the kids has found it hardest. I think with the moves we have made over the last 3yrs she has always known that thorps quarry was our base, and that although we had to spend periods of time away, we would always return to it.<br />
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we own the home in papakura, but outgrew it. so just before asha arrived we found a beautiful rental in clevedon to move to and rented our home out. there was a catch however. the English owners are elderly and return to NZ each summer to visit family for 3mths. suitable long term houses to rent are hard to come by in clevedon where we have decided to be based, so we accepted our situation and made the most of it. in the back of our minds we waited and hoped that the home we had become attached to at thorps quarry would become long term. alas three summers passed and we had no assurance that it was not to become 4. as this long term possibility of a home at hyde rd presented itself to us just over a month ago, it seemed like we just couldn't ignore it as an option. there were complications though, and making sure this new home would work logistically surely hasn't been a simple process.<br />
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the week leading up to moving day (Friday 31st may) may well have been the most intense in - well - a long time? on the Monday, out of about 50 possibles I was randomly selected for jury duty. charges for the case were kidnapping and robbery. the case lasted the full week - till 4.30pm Friday afternoon, when we delivered guilty verdicts on both charges. that was emotional on its own. reuben had to take the week off in order to be home with asha our 2yr old. BUT due to circumstances at work, ended up having to pull a (close to) all nighter, take her in to work with him for a morning, and work from home for much of the week. not so conducive to packing boxes right?! moving day arrived, and instead of the truck and movers arriving at 12pm as planned, they knocked on the door at 7.30am. yup. you can just imagine right?. I need not say more. off to court I went after madly packing the last of the boxes, getting the kids to school and settling asha with a friend for the day. meanwhile, the movers were doing their thing and reuben was on the computer logged into work. all of the events of that week were wrapped in a huge sense of sadness and disappointment that we had to leave this home. a place where we had invested ourselves and created memories in. not an ideal situation.<br />
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this week just finished has felt like breathing fresh air in comparison. I feel the lightness in my heart and spirit. I notice how I don't get wound up at the slightest thing. there are cuddles and happy hearts and laughter and games emerging again. this house is very different to the last one. but this house I can unpack and give away the boxes (or even burn them!). this house is beginning to feel like a home. my home. I think there will be happy memories created within these walls. I am excited about nesting and creating and deciding how I want this space to look and feel and nurture those who come here.<br />
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and I am so grateful to God who is with me, who has been with me through every move, who has carried us through every move. the God who knows the future, who holds the past and walks with me in the present. I know I can trust him. I know he is faithful. I know he loves me. and I surrender to his plan for me and my family. as the song says. "you make all things work together for my good".<br />
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and I cant finish this post without saying thankyou. thankyou to the friends and family who have supported us, practically, emotionally, spiritually whether through packing boxes, cleaning, moving, buying me coffee, making me laugh, loving on and looking after our children so we could do what we needed to and praying for us. you are what fills my heart and I love each of you. and reuben. (just think Jerry McGuire - ok?) Xxx<br />
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there i said it. I don't actually want to make it out to be bigger than what it is, but the question has been raised - why? why am I going to de-activate my FB account for period of time?<br />
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two beautiful families who have recently connected with our <a href="http://www.cession.org.nz/" target="_blank">church</a> and we are now hanging out with them each Friday, getting to know each other and sharing our lives. and another family we meet at easter who live in New Plymouth who have really leapt into our lives and hearts in a big way. we even had them stay for two nights over the school hols just gone. and another beautiful lady I actually met at <a href="http://www.willowshoes.co.nz/" target="_blank">work</a> and she inspired me to chase the idea of taking our family to <a href="http://www.totarasprings.org.nz/" target="_blank">totara springs</a> at easter.<br />
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for all of these new friends, I am exceptionally grateful. my heart is full and I feel so blessed to have welcomed them into my life...Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-35603015261227918632013-04-26T22:50:00.001+12:002013-06-09T12:31:10.835+12:00when your head just wants to exploderough afternoon at our house today. I have had two important things to achieve today for sunday. the biggest one being assisting in preparing a tag team presentation for our church community meeting, and the other being selecting songs as I am worship leading sunday night. these things had to be achieved TODAY, as I am working tomorrow, and then sunday has two separate events planned within the day before we even get to church.<br />
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now, its not like these two things were dumped on me today. oh no. I've had - lets say - at least three weeks for both and two of those weeks would NOT have been in the school holidays if I had got myself organised earlier. but if you know me, my best work seems to be achieved under massive time pressure - which in turn makes my head seem like its exploding. [in fact it was the multitude of time pressured deadlines on me which probably was a huge cause of my near burnout last yr, but I digress...]<br />
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just to say really that its not fair on my kids for me to try and work for a number of hours under time pressure. they deserve better from me, and certainly didn't deserve me verbally venting my frustration on them when they just needed my attention. I have a long way to go with balancing all I try to do... just glad that I managed a little outing this morning for them on their bikes to our local café, and then off to the playground.<br />
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maybe it helps to redeem today a little for my kids?<br />
<br />Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-34893763128809357752013-04-25T22:33:00.000+12:002013-04-25T22:34:45.014+12:00decreasing the clutterwe have moved. a lot. in our 14yrs of being married we have made 14 separate moves. in fact seven of those moves have happened in 2.5yrs. so I make claim to being somewhat of a moving expert these days. I think I should almost think about hiring myself out as a moving planner! now there's an idea...<br />
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as you can imagine, moving isn't exactly what someone chooses to do for fun. and this most recent run of moves has just turned out the way it has. for most of the year we leave in an amazing house which now feels very much like home to us, and for the other 12wks we find a summer house.<br />
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our most recent move happened 3wks ago. we moved from this years summer house back to the 'most of the year house'. today I sorted the last of the boxes and my bedroom is now looking great. (why is it my room is always the last?). I look around the house and I am aware we are living with less. much less. over the past 2.5yrs I have de-cluttered. and then de-cluttered. and sorted and thrown away and given away and the feeling is thrilling. don't get me wrong, I know there is still more "stuff" I could remove from the contents of my home. but all this clearing of possessions and stuff in order to make moving easier has such a freeing consequence to it.<br />
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I no longer feel bound to hold on to things because "I might need it one day". if I haven't used it and I don't LOVE it, then I have decided that if, by chance, I find I do need it one day, I will simply set about getting it. there is such a beauty in living more open handed, more simply and without all the stuff. not only does the stuff crowd my space, but it also ends up crowding my mind. funny how that works...Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-77348972359682019392013-04-24T21:09:00.002+12:002013-04-24T22:29:27.984+12:00Checking ini'm back again. its been a while. a new friend of mine has just launched her blog <a href="http://susandominikovich.blogspot.co.nz/" target="_blank">beautiful things</a> and it just got me back to thinking about this blog.<br />
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I mentioned in my last post I got journaling again (around 2yrs ago now). it has been helpful and cathartic. to the point where I don't do it so often anymore. a lot has been going on and I have been learning a lot in recent months. about me. about my limits. about what burnout might look like. I am really on the road to recovery at this point. it is only retrospectively that I can see my experience from the last six months of 2012 as being as close to what I have experienced of true burnout. I have learnt about stepping back and reassessing - or at least I am learning. for a girl that has always moved at a fairly fast pace and always taken on a lot of responsibility it has been somewhat of a wake up call.<br />
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2013 has seen me take on a theme word for the year.<br />
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healthy.<br />
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that's it. healthy.<br />
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healthy body :: healthy emotions :: healthy mind :: healthy spirit :: healthy boundaries :: healthy relationships<br />
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I am currently reading a book ''Rushing Woman's Syndrome' by Dr Libby Weaver, quite eye opening to the biochemical responses our body takes on with stress. especially over a sustained period of time. I may download bits of it over time. its certainly a goodie and right on theme for this year.<br />
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I am still churning pure mama in my head. its been so long and I have had periods of thinking I will just ditch it - but the pull is still there. I am in a current period of energy for it. so. again will see where that leads me. <br />
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for now, this is enough<br />
XxVaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-45664752214221973252011-09-03T15:26:00.003+12:002011-09-03T16:06:46.311+12:00i'm backwell its been a while, a LONG while. here i am. no longer a mama to 2 - or 3. now a mama to 4! just wanted to check in really, i am sorting out in my head whether to re-start this blog and also start a new one - or just start a new one.<div>
<br /></div><div>Asha, my baby just turned 1 - she is such a delight. delicious yummy baby girl. being a mama to her, isaiah, hannah & isabella remains the biggest goal AND achievement of my life. they hold my heart. i strive to be my best for them. i fail often. mother guilt is an almost daily occurrence, but i continue the journey knowing there is no where else id rather be than at home with them.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>i continue to dream about having my own business, about launching pure mama. i'm not short on ideas, plans, dreams, vision. i am time poor - its easy to guess why. and spending money on a business is certainly not a priority when a young growing family of 6 is consuming much of the available resource.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>i re-started journalling this year. what great therapy that has been for my mind and soul. certainly i love reading the journey my life has taken in 9 short months. i am never short on ideas - that is certain! and perhaps this might become on ideas outlet also. we'll see,</div><div>
<br /></div><div>selah x </div>Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-21281386991712313192009-04-15T20:17:00.003+12:002009-04-15T20:43:19.963+12:00The big 5 approachesMy little girl is nearly the big 5. Isabella has only 2wks left of being a four (and a half as she says). This is okay. I look at her though and wonder where the baby has gone. I wonder at what a small glimpse in time it was that she was a toddler and how the two yrs she has been a big kindy girl have flown past. I was so nervous for her as she started kindy. I fretted that she would be lonely, or that she might have trouble making friends. I wondered how she would feel if and when other little people left her out of their games. I hoped she would be kind to the other kids and develop empathy. I am realising this is what mummys do. They sweat the big stuff and the small stuff. In truth she has been just fine. She is showing obvious leadership traits and is smart, independent and sweet. She is funny and loves to dance, sing and be creative. She is as tall as a 7yr old so I often feel I am reminding or telling people to cut her some slack when they judge her behaviour.<br /><br />And now I am facing letting her go (a little more). I know its only school and we all have been there. I can't help but be a little terrified though. I want her innocence to remain intact for as long as possible and i know that for 6hrs 5 days a week I won't be there to protect her. Its the mama lion in me growling...<br /><br />I was being silly with her yesterday and asked her if instead of turning 5 on her birthday she could just go back to being 3 so she could stay at home with me forever. Her reply was sweet and reflected what I have been repeating to her often in the past year. She said to me. "Don't worry mummy, I'll be 5 but i'll still be your baby".<br /><br />Oh my sweet girl, how I love you soVaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-90807499336943873342008-10-18T23:58:00.003+13:002008-10-19T08:41:08.127+13:00How Jesus messed up my life...This is the title of the current series we are doing on sunday at <a href="http://www.cession.org.nz/">church</a>. It got me thinking just now as I lie in bed with my mind buzzing unable to sleep..<br /><br />I have had a business idea I have been thinking about for about 3-4 years now and working hard on this year. It is really close to my heart as it is a dream and that has meant i have been fairly cagey talking about it much. I have felt quite vulnerable opening up about it because:<br /><ul><li>I didn't want to to get shot down - and I'm too good at reading people to not be able to tell what peoples real response to the idea is!</li><li>I didn't want people to judge me and whether they thought I could do it - and then if it didn't happen have them think or say 'I told you so'...</li></ul><p>so this is how Jesus has been messing up my life...</p><p>I've posted before about how heart broken I have been when the high profile child abuse cases have been in the media. It makes me sick, causes me to be unable to sleep, makes my tears flow. I want to do something about it. Abortion - another issue that breaks my heart. I want to do something about it - but what can I do?...</p><p>..Something that has been a real area of interest in the past 8yrs is pregnancy and the whole process a woman experiences. i practised physio in this area and one of the clients I most remeber working with was a young girl who came to see me from the <a href="http://www.bethanycentre.org.nz/home.html">bethany center</a> a residential program and home for young pregnant women and their new babies. It sparked something in me... </p><p>If more of our young girls in NZ who fall pregnant who don't currently have appropriate support and role models, had the chance to recieve that support while pregnant and when they had new babies, would that mean that we could turn around just one of those babies futures? By influencing these young mamas to be, providing love, care, a supportive home environment and strong positive parenting role models could we prevent even one case of child abuse?</p><p>And right there Jesus was messing up my life. I have a long term dream forming where I see a home away from home for young pregnant women who don't have the <strong>support</strong> and <strong>skills</strong> for raising their babies and give those very things to them. I see these girls being able to interact in an establised family environment and see positive parenting being role modelled, to feel valued, loved and cared for themselves. There are organisations who do this already like <a href="http://www.bethanycentre.org.nz/home.html">bethany</a> and <a href="http://www.mercyministries.org.nz/">mercy</a> and that is awesome, I do feel like there is a pull on my heart as well and this is where the two dreams meet, I see that maybe, in the long term our business will provide the financial backing needed to fund the home. So...</p><p>This is big for me sharing the business and what it will be - but I am at a point now where the wheels are in motion - it is happening - I have prayed on many occasions that God would shut the door hard if I am running down the wrong path, and the door has remained open. I have prayed hard that God's will for my life would be what I desire also, and I simply am more and more excited (and terrified at times) about this... So this is in essence mine and Reuben's new business...</p><p><strong>'pure mama'</strong>. It will be all about celebrating women as they experience pregnancy, labour/birth and the initial postnatal period, by offering a retail store for the essential things you need to buy, but also information, community and expert support. Women deserve to feel beautiful, nurtured and special during this period of their lives and this is what we aim to do. Our core values include being pro NZ made, pro natural/organic and pro fair-trade. Initially we will operated solely online with the goal of 'brick and mortar' in the medium term. Of course it all depends on our success!</p><p>We are getting close to finalising our logo and branding and for those of you who have known about it, you will realise that as part of this branding process, the name has changed! I think <strong>'pure mama'</strong> captures the essence of who we want to be really well... We have two aweome business mentors who have been so valuable to us this year and my network of contacts is steadily building. Our biggest challenge will be sourcing the $$ needed to buy the software Reuben needs to build the community site - we will be working on this in the next month or so...</p><p>So thats how Jesus has been messing up my life. I have freak out moments now and then about how I will juggle everything, and I pray again that God will close the door hard if its not the right thing, but until the door closes will trust and work the dream. </p><p>so there you have it. this is the biggest learning curve I have been on I think (besides having my first baby!) and I am experiencing new things all the time! Not bad for a girl who has absolutely no training in business etc and has worked in a couple of retail shops part time! And hey, your prayers are appreciated!</p>Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-14406817288556729692008-09-07T14:23:00.003+12:002008-09-07T14:31:08.530+12:00remind you of anyone?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfF3OQk9Er6ArYXGIFa7K5wef7350ySyJbAkIB3ttzZq-7KiPx_-Efmv9HmQW8Kel4fxuiw6DrkI4VYi_u4fHw-fwc5h1nxwgQb4dF8Ziq6q4zYhH2Z5cvi1YuHSjkfPlXCWmsBg/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1950.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243100179137423010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfF3OQk9Er6ArYXGIFa7K5wef7350ySyJbAkIB3ttzZq-7KiPx_-Efmv9HmQW8Kel4fxuiw6DrkI4VYi_u4fHw-fwc5h1nxwgQb4dF8Ziq6q4zYhH2Z5cvi1YuHSjkfPlXCWmsBg/s320/myYearbookPhoto1950.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcoooK9QhA7ivx1nZX_FiJZ-cg9NjQyCXGWLv9qi4haB-9ZIvUb0ETCaFGvI-h3la-dDM_RRh1FCooCFgUI0uBVPDcDEZurJYg0PtX7MmmltJVFwfd8hfqAeBAG4S1LUfjI5W4cg/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1974.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243100184870383314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcoooK9QhA7ivx1nZX_FiJZ-cg9NjQyCXGWLv9qi4haB-9ZIvUb0ETCaFGvI-h3la-dDM_RRh1FCooCFgUI0uBVPDcDEZurJYg0PtX7MmmltJVFwfd8hfqAeBAG4S1LUfjI5W4cg/s320/myYearbookPhoto1974.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>For anyone who knows or knew my Grandma and Mum, the likeness in these photos is uncanny!<br /><div></div>(ps. face is mine, hair is not!)<br /><div></div>Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-38347713083609748482008-08-30T21:49:00.004+12:002008-08-30T22:45:46.724+12:00letters on the mirror<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQNp07TWZKPDZP3T_ItQQF5uCL_P4dwGUYE6RJBZa_Yl9vI5WBI6qE4PboXxT_PXUUuHVkpGSRbxZx8xNxNWBMVY4-3cKPM-8Osyktpz3eYacatT3-NEPAdBHqHvBKTdWc7tZyA/s1600-h/P1010270.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240259190252941394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQNp07TWZKPDZP3T_ItQQF5uCL_P4dwGUYE6RJBZa_Yl9vI5WBI6qE4PboXxT_PXUUuHVkpGSRbxZx8xNxNWBMVY4-3cKPM-8Osyktpz3eYacatT3-NEPAdBHqHvBKTdWc7tZyA/s320/P1010270.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I just had my shower - a part of my nightly bed routine. When i pulled away the shower curtain, looking back at me was the letter A and a few others carefully scrawled in childs handwriting on the bottom of our bathroom mirror... and I smiled...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Pre-children I was NEVER a neat freak. Cleaning is not my thing. I like things looking nice and being clean, I just never spent ages keeping things that way. I would generally spend the week living in our home doing the basics and the house would become more and more dis-organised and cluttered and then eventually I would go crazy and spend a day cleaning up again. This was my general pattern, even from when I was a kid (just ask my parents!).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now that we have three small children, that pattern just doesn't work anymore - or at least it does in that it takes about half a day (sometimes less) for our home to look like a small tornado (or three) has been through. I therefore find myself constantly picking up and tidying these days. My kids sometimes bear the brunt of their mothers frustration at feeling like I am a continual house cleaner. I would really like to be able to just let it go as the "experts" advise us to, but the thing is that I know I feel better in myself when my home is tidy. Maybe part of the problem, is I am now contributing only a fifth (or less) of the mess, but feel like I am responsible for cleaning it all.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So back to those letters on the mirror - this morning while I was in the bathroom putting away some toys, Isabella (now 4) comes in and asks me to "watch this mummy". She then procedes to lick her finger and then use it to begin carefully forming the lettter "A" on the mirror. My first instinct was to snap and tell her to stop dirtying the mirror - but I bit my tongue this time. She turned around and smiled at me and said " look mummy, an A". We spent the next couple of minutes with her drawing more letters on the mirror with her finger... It was great!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So when I got out of the shower tonight and saw those letters - I smiled. Because my baby is growing up and becoming so clever, because it reminded me how much I love her and because it reminded me of the moment I might I missed this morning if I hadn't bit my tongue and overcome the urge of my currently dominant "neat-freak" attitude. And I am not going to wash away those letters - yet...</div>Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-50017630254858032462008-08-26T21:13:00.001+12:002008-08-26T21:25:12.892+12:00my three sweethearts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlEiOUSkbG3yZIyXAyWdjzgkVp1qNAT0N2uTciKm8wElUgOX1msKbs4UCO_fxYWS1mDTH7zASFGcBeKTVm4HQ30U6ICvGGoL5pLrMk1HaaEeU9jaHQ3IHrOj7LijKczxTiyghEKQ/s1600-h/P1010114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238754318897685522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlEiOUSkbG3yZIyXAyWdjzgkVp1qNAT0N2uTciKm8wElUgOX1msKbs4UCO_fxYWS1mDTH7zASFGcBeKTVm4HQ30U6ICvGGoL5pLrMk1HaaEeU9jaHQ3IHrOj7LijKczxTiyghEKQ/s400/P1010114.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWhXpgDVEeMH4A2UviA0XW6KIbOejYegUR8CI-NhYsSrCwjo_pDTekCS2SgPnFKymtIKm6QX0o3zAjVH5KXp9bgmY7NtzlHhQa9sKbnXcAho7AsxRzj-Pk4yY8qixoGBGB7GeFA/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238754324497261378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWhXpgDVEeMH4A2UviA0XW6KIbOejYegUR8CI-NhYsSrCwjo_pDTekCS2SgPnFKymtIKm6QX0o3zAjVH5KXp9bgmY7NtzlHhQa9sKbnXcAho7AsxRzj-Pk4yY8qixoGBGB7GeFA/s400/P1010119.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25095059.post-37965894490001505342008-08-24T23:26:00.002+12:002008-08-24T23:45:53.130+12:00they say it comes in threes...I am learning more and more about the differences between little girls and little boys - or at least my little girls and little boy. Isaiah is walking now - has his trainer wheels on. First steps at 10mths and walking by choice at 11mths. this is 2mths earlier than both the girls. He is still a smoochy little snuggler but also is always on the go - never stops for a second... anyhow this past week has been one not to repeat.<br /><br /><strong>Tuesday</strong><br />Isaiah pushed himself backwards off his booster chair which is attached to one of our dining chairs and smacked his head- this caused him to cry, then have a seizure, then go unconcious for a period. he earnt himself a trip to kidzfirst hospital in the ambulance and while there was taken to resus (where 10 doctors and nurses suddenly converged on him - SCARY!) cause he wouldn't respond to stimuli - as soon as he got there though he woke up... then had a CT scan. Everything was pronounced clear and five hours after the initial incident we were sent home. Next day you wouldn't know anything had happened...<br /><br /><strong>Friday</strong><br />At playgroup he starts crying and i recognize it as an "in pain" cry. he had something in his mouth and what do i fish out but - A BEE!! As it turned out he had been stung on his thumb not in his mouth and we now know he is not allergic to bee stings<br /><br /><strong>Sunday</strong><br />Tonight he fell off a small stage (with help from his sister i believe) and bit his lip and had bleeding from his top gum/teeth as well. Thankfully he settled quickly with a bit of magic soothing "mummy milk". He does have a fat lip to show for it though.<br /><br />I'm sure this is just the beginning of many scrapes and bruises to come - how else would we produce and ALL BLACK captain for the future? but quite honestly I (and he) can do without another week like this one!Vaniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15932757369574832273noreply@blogger.com1