About 12 weeks after Livi’s birth, I signed up for MuTu System , a great online programm designed especially for post-natal mums. The weekly e-mails, workouts, and the individual support from the lovely Wendy are great, but I must admit that I didn’t keep up with it very well, and so wasn’t really seeing results. This had nothing to do with the MuTu programm at all – it’s made up of some great, and very doable workouts, and some excellent motivational stuff, but it just wasn’t covering one of my major difficulties – I have a really messed-up relationship with food. Another one of my favourite fitness trainers, Jillian Michaels, says something like, “You can eat your way through any amount of exercise”, and that is so true for me. I can work out 7 days a week, but if I’m consuming 1500 calories worth of brazil nuts, or 3 bars of chocolate in between meals, I am not going to see any difference on the scales, or in my body shape at all.
So imagine how excited I was when I was asked whether I would like to review a new combined exercise programm, made up of MuTu System and something I’d been reading about a lot on Twitter , Thinking Slimmer . Thinking Slimmer uses a so-called Slimpod (a 10 minute recording as an mp3 file) to alter your eating habits, using the science of unconscious persuasion. Basically, you listen to your Slimpod every night before you go to sleep, and that is it. There are a number of different Slimpods available, depending on your goal. I have one designed to help you drop one or more jeans sizes, as I spend all my life in jeans, and would just love to look fabulous in them.
I should at this stage point out (before somebody else does it for me!) that I am not overweight. I know that. I have a Body Mass Index of 20, which could not be better. I am 1.78m tall, and weigh 63.8kg (spot who’s been living in Europe too long – that’s 5,10 and pretty much exactly 10 stone). What I am is seriously out of shape. I lack any muscle definition, and what muscle I have is covered in a layer of flabby fat, particularly on my hips, bum and thighs. I also have a significant Diastasis Recti . My aim is to tone up, get much more sensible about my eating, and feel comfortable in a strong, healthy body. For the sake of reference, I measured various body parts before starting the programm, and (oh my, can’t believe I’m doing this), I’m going to share them here:
Left thigh: 63cm
Right thigh: 64cm (great, not just flabby, but wonky too
Right upper arm: 26
Left upper arm: 26
I restarted MuTu System on Monday, and have listened to my Slimpod every night since then as well. I’ll be reporting back here regularly on my progress over the next weeks and months. Please come back and check up on me!!
Disclaimer: I received both the MuTu System programm and my Slimpod from Thinking Slimmer for free for review purposes. My opinions and experiences are however entirely my own, and are in no way influenced by this fact
Scene: Toby’s bedroom, late evening. Mummy and Toby are lying in his bed, stories are finished. Toby has chosen “Jack and Jill” for his bedtime song.
Mummy(sings): Jack and Jill went up the hill….
Toby (interrupts): Why did they go up the hill, Mummy?
Mummy: Listen, and you’ll find out (sings) Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack…
Toby (interrupts): Why did they fetch a pail of water, Mummy?
Mummy: They probably needed it to water the garden, or cook dinner or something. (sings) Jack fell down and broke his crown
Toby(interrupts): How did he break his crown Mummy? And why was he wearing a crown? Is it his birthday?
Mummy: Crown is another word for head in this song, sweetheart. And he bumped his head when he fell down the hill. (sings) And Jill came tumbling after. (waits for question…) (Relieved that question didn’t come) Up Jack got and home did trot…
Toby (interrupts): Why did he trot, Mummy?
Mummy (suffocates Toby with pillow).
Well, drat. I shot myself in the foot here, didn’t I, by posting a picture of my grandfathers when we did Dads a couple of weeks ago. Still, I was sorting out some scanned pictures on my hard drive a few weeks ago, and re-found two of my favourite pictures ever, so I’ll share them today.
My father’s parents on their wedding day. It’s like something out of a film! Aren’t they beautiful? And I love how happy they look.
This is my Nanna, with her sisters. She must be about 17 on this shot, we think. Incidentally, her sister Frances, on the left (who died of TB about a year after this photo was taken) is well known for being my doppelgänger. They always say that if you go back far enough in your family, you’ll find someone who looks just like you. Well, Frances is it for me. Sad we never met, would have been great to see what I would have looked like at 60
I love old photos. Both of my grandmothers have died in the past 6 years, so I am lucky to have some great memories of them, but still, they are all of old ladies, and of course the same will be true of my memories of Grandad and Grandpa (although it’s funny, when I was small, they were not much older than my parents are now, and yet I always remember them as elderly! Funny the way perception changes). It’s easy to forget that they were teenagers, and newly-weds, and new parents…
I’m restarting my blog with my first ever go at The Gallery . This week’s prompt is “Dads”. At first, I wanted to post a picture of my husband, who is a great dad to our two little ones. Then I wanted to post a picture of my dad, who was, and still is, a great dad to me and my siblings. Then I thought of this photo, taken at Livi’s christening a couple of weeks ago, and one of my favourite photos ever:
These are my grandfathers, my dad’s dad on the left, and my mum’s dad on the right. Both of my grandmothers have passed away in the past few years, and so I am extra grateful that both Grandad and Grandpa have had a chance to get to know their great-grandchildren. One of the most important things to me at the christening was to get photos of Livi with the two of them. My grandma died after Toby was born, and I cherish the pictures of her with him on his christening day. I hope that they will live long enough for my children to remember them, but even if they don’t, my memories of Grandad cuddling Livi, or Grandpa delighting Toby with the same disappearing coin trick he used to show us when we were small will be treasured forever.