Category Archives: fitness

7 days of mindfulness

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I have completed 7 days of mindfulness practice according to my Daily Mindfulness app.

Does anyone else practice mindfulness? What is your experience of it? What are the best bits?

I love ….. Coffee with baileys!

I am currently on the holiday I promised I would take once my ivf journey finished. My hubby and I haven’t had a holiday since our honeymoon which was the same year I was told that my only option for having a child would be adoption or donor eggs.

Well things didn’t quite turn out like that and I’ve had 4 rounds of ivf, 1 of which produced my miracle son and I’ve also had 2 miscarriages.

I promised myself that life could no longer be in limbo and it was time to move on.

So here I am, in Spain, on my holibobs. Bitter sweet really as I’d rather have a baby then a holiday. And I’m not enjoying this holiday all that much either if I’m honest.

But I am a little in love and obsessed with this! Coffee and a shot of baileys!! Beautiful.

Every cloud, eh?!

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I love this ….. Body Attack!

My favourite thing to do every Saturday morning is the body attack class at my gym. It’s the most hardcore, energetic and fun class I have ever done and a sure fire way to lose weight.

I look like a red faced, sweaty beast when I do it but I have a huge smile on my face throughout the whole class.

I love it!

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I love this!! Tea wand

Whilst in Paris, I stopped in at Galleries Lafeyette. THE most amazingly beautiful department store I’ve ever seen!!

Whilst there I picked up a loose leaf “tea wand”. It’s beautiful!

Simply fill with your loose leaf tea of choice and pop in cup of hot water. Twirl it around a bit = lovely cuppa herbal !

Here’s me drinking my Ayurevedic “harmony” tea!

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Methotrexate Injection

The second part of my ectopic story is that I needed to have a Methotrexate injection about 10 days after my laparoscopy.

The reason for that was because my hcg levels began to rise again.

That’s really hard. This hurt a lot and brought up some emotions. Obviously, all sad. Obviously, all desperate.

Methotrexate is a drug they give to chemo patients to stop cells multiplying, but it has applications for ectopics too. Some info here

http://www.macmillan.org.uk/Cancerinformation/Cancertreatment/Treatmenttypes/Chemotherapy/Individualdrugs/Methotrexate.aspx

They administer it via intramuscular injection into the top of your bum. The nurses that gave me my injection both wore black aprons when they gave it to me, as it’s some seriously harsh stuff!! This totally freaked me out.

All I wanted to do was draw a line under this whole sorry situation and things just kept getting worse!

After I had the injection I had a considerably amount of bleeding in my mouth and nasal passage, as it affects that tissue, but the worst was the crushing tiredness for weeks after.

I was also told to not ttc for 3 months due to the increased chance of birth defects.

Could this whole situation be any shitter?

This is good.

I’ve got REALLY deep frown lines. This is pretty good! I’ve noticed a real difference

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I am Fat

I am fat

I am fat

I am fat.

I’m not entirely sure how I now manage to weigh 2 stone more then my pre-ttc weight. The last stone has crept on after I had my son, in fact that last stone crept on in the last 3/4 months.

My arms look like the Michelin Man, and I look like I’ve swallowed a duvet.

I am not a pretty sight. Luckily I’m not at the stage where I have to buy a new wardrobe to accommodate my ever increasing thighs, but I’m ever so close.

To top it all off, I do not feel very good, neither health-wise, nor mood-wise. After  my failed IVF I decided that enough is enough. So I contacted Kelly from Fit not Thin @FitNotThin.

Initially, I was convinced my expanding stomach was due to damaged muscles due to carrying a baby, but given that I gave birth to him nearly 2 years ago, cant really hide behind that tired old excuse, can I!? And Kelly confirmed that there is not much wrong with my actual stomach muscles. Although, she could be wrong, she had to press down through an awful lot of fat to reach them, that’s for sure!

So here’s what’s happening, I am no longer eating cake. I am not eating carbs. I am eating salad. Lots of salad.

I see Kelly 2/3 per month. The sessions are excellent and all about weights and using the vibrating machines at the Re-vitalise Studio in Hove. I’m really loving it.

Sadly, I have also discovered a correlation between my coffee consumption and weight gain, i.e. the more coffee I drink, the more weight I gain.

Goddammit, no coffee, no fags and no cake.