Wobbly Week 5 - The Drawing

Wobbly Week 5 – The Drawing

I am struggling. I’m heading into Wobbly week 5. Considering the first week was just thinking about what I wanted to achieve, this is really my fourth week of healthy eating and living. This is the time I normally give up. Predictably, to me anyway, I’ve let myself slip off...
Stop Telling Me Girls Are Easier

Stop Telling Me Girls Are Easier

If I had a My Little Pony for every person whose smiled and exclaimed how lucky we are for having girls, followed by some sing song comment like “at least you don’t have boys” or “I’d trade my boy for three girls any day”, followed by light hearted peels of...
Wobbly: The Diary of a Mum Trying to Find Herself - Week 1

Wobbly: The Diary of a Mum Trying to Find Herself – Week 1

It’s one week until school holidays finish and I am struggling to find any time to myself. My husband, Twiggy, works from home, as do I. And our three girls – Lil, CC and Hutz have us cornered. I am over it. I need some SPACE. Anyway, the purpose of...
Being a mother is not a job

Being a mother is not a job

I don’t know Catherine Deveny personally and this post is in no way an attack on her, in fact I actually agree with many of the points she raised in her recent post for The Guardian titled¬†Sorry, but being a mother is not the most important job in the world....
Downtown

Downtown

There was something about the smell of the roller skating rink I loved – sweat, hot chips, rubber and sweet smelling teen deodorant all rolled into one. It was always darker than the outside world; floor and ceiling fluoro lights would ensure the rink had a dull glow about it,...
Time Goes By

Time Goes By

There’s a house I used to live in when I was a kid. I still drive past it. Mostly it was just Mum and I living there, sometimes it was a revolving share house of friends, family and kids in crises care. You could say my childhood was not your...
The Mirena Disaster

The Mirena Disaster

WARNING: This post contains graphic descriptions about blood loss and may offend some people. Do not read it if you are easily offended. I have chosen to write about my experience because no-one warned me about what might happen and I’ve had many questions about the Mirena and frankly, it’s...
The Baby Belly

The Baby Belly

This post is hard for me to write because I spend so much time trying to hide what I am about to show you. I’m going to do this because I am so angry. I am so angry at the extraordinary amount of pressure on women to lose their “baby...
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In the Blink of an Eye

In the Blink of an Eye

My mate shared a video on Facebook this morning which shows a girl’s life progression from newborn to the age of 14. Her father had filmed her each week since birth to capture the speed at which she changed. In four minutes you watch her grow into a beautiful young woman. Four minutes. It felt...
Wobbly Week 13 - Makes You Stronger

Wobbly Week 13 – Makes You Stronger

The past few weeks I have not lost any weight. The good thing about this is I haven’t put any on. The bad part is it is very hard to stay motivated. I need results or my internal voice tells me I’m failing. My internal voice tells me I’m failing even when I’m not. My...
Mirena Side Effects

Mirena Side Effects

For some people, the Mirena is a hassle free, wonderful form of contraception. For five years you don’t have to think about it. For many women, you also take back control of irregular, heavy periods – in fact you might not have one for the entire time. You might experience up to six months of...
Wobbly Week 12 - Hard Work

Wobbly Week 12 – Hard Work

  So I’ll get the point quickly. I’ve let myself down. It’s not a hard thing to do – I’m a fucking bitch to myself. There might have even been tears. Also not a hard thing to do. I cry every time I hear the song Do You Want To Build A Snowman. On paper...
I'll Be Right Here

I’ll Be Right Here

It was 1983. The year I turned 10yo. Our State had just been torn apart by Ash Wednesday. I remember standing in the local pool and watching the flames lick the Adelaide Hills. Bob Hawke was starting his reign as this nation’s most “Aussie” leader. Nicole Kidman was a BMX bandit ¬†and our favourite model...
Wobbly Week 11 - Slump

Wobbly Week 11 – Slump

Slump. This week has been a sluggish one. A stupid lingering threat of migraine kept me out of action for a few days. I cut back on exercise and lay low. Many Panadols, sneaky naps and short blacks were consumed to keep the beast at bay. As I’ve grown older I’ve got better at recognising...
Wobbly Week 10 - Park Life

Wobbly Week 10 – Park Life

After a week or two of little progress, I am back on track again. This, my friends, is something I’m quite proud of because normally when I hit a slump I give up. Instead of throwing in the towel, I refocused. I cut out the treats and stepped up the exercise. I feel a lot...
There's Something About Mary

There’s Something About Mary

This is Mary Mary is awesome. When you hang out with her you feel smart, witty, brave, raw and feisty. You want to tell her everything. You want to let her know when things make you happy, sad and annoyed. When you’re outraged you rush to Mary and yell at her. Mary’s like your bestest...
Wobbly Week 9 - Don't Count Your Chickens

Wobbly Week 9 – Don’t Count Your Chickens

Last week I was going on about how I’d lost six kilos. Go me. This week – nothing. I lost nothing, except some willpower. I definitely lost that. Moral of the story – don’t count your chickens. But you know what, I’ve learned from past experience not to be hard on myself as that will...
Steak and Blowjob day

Steak and Blowjob day

According to the Urban Dictionary, today is Steak and Blowjob Day. The idea is simple: no cards, flowers, candy or other whimsical gifts. Ladies and gay men, you simply bestow your partner with a steak and a blowjob. Not necessarily in that order. Dave: “Hey Bob, what did Sally get you for Steak and Blowjob...
Wobbly Week 8 - Six kilos down

Wobbly Week 8 – Six kilos down

A supportive friend of mine told me how he would collect four bean mix cans to provide visual context of how much weight he’d lost. It provided him motivation when questioning if his hard work was paying off. I totally get that. Numbers on the scale start to mean little. You forget how much one...
Where do the hair bands go?

Where do the hair bands go?

Forget socks. What I want to know is where do all the hair bands go? I mean it, where the fuck do they disappear to. With three girls in the house, plus me, I buy a lot of hair bands. In fact, I reckon I purchased about one million hair ties last year. Today, I...