So – here’s how this started. Well – not started – wait I’ll tell you the back story.
I’m 32 years old, it’s 28th December 2017 and on Christmas Day – Chris (that’s my hot as fuck boyfriend) and I found out I was pregnant. YAY! Pretty epic Christmas Present hey 😉 So – back to the back story.
I’ve been that career focussed woman. When I was young I was going to be a ballerina – I went to the best ballet school in Australia and then jumped on a 1 way flight to Munich at 18 to try and pursue the career I thought I would have. 3.5 years later – living in London, not dancing and on a flight back to Canberra. I tried a few other things, got a Degree in Fashion Design – as you do, but nothing really floated my boat. One thing that did though was keeping fit. After you stop dancing you realise that normal bodies don’t just stay that way so living a fit and healthy lifestyle was super important. Don’t worry I’ve had the failed marriage too – yup at 27 I married the absolutely worst person for me and 6 months later called it quits. YAY – something else I failed at. (Not really self pity don’t worry – we learn from our failures right). After this I worked my way up in a Global Organisation in the travel industry which saw me move twice – first to Sydney then to Melbourne. I turned 30 and got the usual – when are you going to get married and have kids? My dad being a little older than the norm complained that he still had no grand children. Thanks Dad – great thing to complain about to your then, single daughter. I really did want kids, but my career just kept jumping in the way, as did all the travel I was doing. Anyway, a couple more failed relationships later and 1 more promotion – I was 31, single, very fit and lean, running half marathons, and sitting in my lounge room each night with a glass of rose, Toblerone and Tinder.
19th November 2016 – swipe right and match to OMG the hottest man I think I’d ever seen. 50 facebook messages backwards and forwards to girlfriends later, and some very in-depth stalking we’d locked in dinner the following week. He was 29….ah well – a younger man, from England ohhhh fancy and was absolutely gorgeous in every way possible. 4 months later he’s moved in, we get 2 kittens, book a 3 week holiday to the US for Christmas and well here we are.
Which then brings me to why I wanted to write this. Just like 99.9% of women out there – I follow a fair few fitness freaks on Instagram. Now I’m in shape – as you can see (well for now – I’ll re look at that statement in a few months) but these girls are incredible. The thing is – they’re not normal…..by that I mean – they don’t have full time jobs, they weigh EVERYTHING – I mean what even is a macro, and most of them don’t drink any alcohol whatsoever. I mean – NONE. Look – that’s fine – Chris doesn’t drink either – but I would put money on it that most women do, all my girlfriends do – and most women who are following these girls just want to find a normal person they can look at and say – Yes I can do that too. Yes I am careful with what I eat, yes I work out – 4-5 times a week but YES I will indulge in a glass or 2 of wine, and look every few months maybe even a few more – and YES still manage to look pretty decent, and Im healthy, and more importantly, happy.
Now – the one spanner in the works now is that I’m with child – yes – this obviously cancels out the alcohol aspect (and soft cheese…..and prawns….and runny eggs…) – for now. But I thought – you know, what better time to start this blog but with my pregnancy journey. About being a fit and healthy mother – but not tip toeing around the real life stuff. I want to show other mothers and women out there that you don’t have to give up the things you love to be fit, healthy and look smoking. That you can work full time and still find time to look after yourself.
So – as I sit on the plane back from the USA with Virgin Australia – already heavier than normal from the wonder that is American food – it begins.
It’ll probably change along the way but fuck it – you’ve gotta start somewhere right.
Love and life,
the Figure x
