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Supermum

September 26, 2012

ImageLet me start this post by saying I’m not Supermum. I want it all, but I can’t have it all or do it all. Any first time mother of a newborn you know that tells you that is a LIAR.
If I listened to every other new Mum, I would think that I was doing it all wrong. Their babies don’t cry, they sleep through the night, and their little baby turds smell like roses.
ALRIGHT. Maybe they’re not liars, but they’d have to be the 1 out of 1 SQUILLION with a “perfect” baby and a “perfect” life. For the most part, the first year of motherhood is alleged to be a sleepless blur. I’m inclined to believe that! I think that’s natures way of making us forget how shit a lot of it was so that we go out and do it all again πŸ˜‰

ALRIGHT, alright. It’s not shit. It really is magical how quickly these little creatures grow, and develop, and goddamn it, seeing them give that first TRUE smile (not the “I’m gonna burp or poop” smile) is like nothing else on Earth. It says “Wow, hi Mama. I love you”. It really does! Just thinking about it is making me get a little choked up. But I tell you, right now I am sick. I’ve been sick for two days. Little Princess has also decided to spend the past two days AWAKE. Not a fan of napping, nor sleeping at night. Just staring at me expectantly, or GRUNTING right when I drift off to sleep.
The old Jojo could have turned on the aircon, blacked out the windows and slept it off. New MAMA Jojo has to keep this little human alive, and preferably clean and happy.

NOTE: This is the point where my normally sweet, happy, chilled out bubba started to wail. And developed a fever. And puked on herself. 6 hours later she is finally asleep (after having the aircon on blast, a dose of paracetamol, baby stripped down then swaddled like a hotdog in a bun, a million teary attempts at feeding, and FINALLY, success was being JOLTED around the room to some Paul Simon. Mummy and Baby then got 5 blissful hours of sleep πŸ™‚ TWELVE hours later I am FINALLY finishing this post.

SO, you see what I mean? In the real world, my baby takes precedence over my blog, and always will. I’m more fortunate than most; I have a super supportive family who are on hand if I need them, and best of all, a VERY hands on partner who can capably take baby if I need 5 minutes to myself in the shower (any mother will know what a luxury this is!) or if I need to work out. I also spent years as a newborn Nanny, was raised in a home where Mum did Family Daycare, AND come from a massive family so can change a nappy with my eyes closed, hold a baby with one pinky, and know pretty much every settling technique out πŸ˜‰
I have all of these things to make my job easier, and STILL, the laundry that Tim has so kindly washed and brought upstairs is lying, unfolded, in 2 big baskets by the couch.
I have a pile of paperwork that needs doing that is, at present, blowing around the living room.
My wooden floors are dusty, and I THINK I see a kumara chip under the table that has been there for weeks.
Even though I have a toilet ducky magic thingy in the toilet bowl, and 2 other smelly-nicey things in there, it smells like MAN PEE. Damn CrossFitters stinking up my throne room. I keep reminding myself that I need to purchase and install some next level sweet-smelly-type stuff in there. But I haven’t done it yet.
My recipe plans are on the bench; untold levels of nom-nom potential right there.
And my prison-style pull up plan has only had one day attempted.

SIGH

You might be surprised to find me bragging, however, about how EASY being a Mum is.
It is once you let go of the fact that you don’t HAVE to be Little Suzy Homemaker with a newborn in your care.
Having a quiet baby doesn’t make you a better Mummy (it makes you a lucky bitch πŸ˜‰
If I see your floors gleaming, baking on the countertop, and a newborn on your boob I think “Man, that chick has some good help!”
It’s EASY to give my little person love, affection, and caring attention, which is all she REALLY needs, for now.

Mummy’s, there’s nothing wrong with being tired. Or letting that pan sit in the sink for another hour. Or enjoying the 5 minutes you have to yourself whilst someone else holds the bubba.
Don’t feel guilty that you didn’t think of baby during that hour of grown up conversation with your lover over dinner whilst Nana took your munchkin.
What’s wrong is thinking people expect you to be Supermum.
They don’t. YOU do.
(PS if anybody DOES, you tell em to go get f*cked, and point em out to Jo Mama! I’ll see to em!)
If you need help, or just someone to talk newborns, nappies, and nipples with, know there’s at least one other REAL Mama in the same boat as you.

In the meantime, if you still have some chili left (and hopefully you froze it, cos that stuff has probably gone bad, since I promised you a recipe a week ago!) make THIS

Stuffed Capsicum

Get yourself a couple of big fat capsicums.
Chop off the top and hollow out. Slice a little off the bottom so they sit flat on your tray.

Portion out some leftover chili. To this I added nutmeg, sumac and all spice.
Whack it in your capsicums. If you like, sprinkle a little nut meal on top, and bake in the oven until your caps have softened.

Because I’m not Supermum, I won’t lie and say that I made the Cauliflower Pilaf I had INTENDED to make. If I did, this is how I would have done it

Chop up a head of cauliflower VERY finely, or use a blender to chop into a rice-like consistency.
Stir fry briefly in a pan with some cumin seeds, garlic, and tumeric. Sprinkle through some pistachios.
Serve under your delicious capsicums.
OH YES, it IS that easy (well, that is, if you don’t have a newborn who needs to be fed, and it’s not Arsenic Hour)

NOW If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to put my feet up with a cup of tea (after I run in and put my face really close to my baby, JUST to make SURE she’s still breathing… πŸ˜‰

* Mum joke

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Like a Virgin

September 19, 2012

GOOD NEWS: Doc gave me the all clear to lift heavy, resume high intensity exercise AND and have the sexy time as much as I want. Wow aren’t I lucky πŸ˜‰

I got right into it with a horrific WOD that involved front rack lunges. Wowsers, what an awakening! Followed this up with a 100 kettlebell swing finisher. Now…if you know me, you’ll know I have one speed…manically FAST and one intensity…Balls to the wall. I’m also ridiculously competitive- so when I saw one of the male members had posted 4 minutes something with a 16kg kettlebell, I KNEW I could beat it it.
Thankfully, Coach Tim pulled me up and made me scale. Something about not rushing into things? Ah crap. Voice of reason wins.
WOD time rolled around and this little black duck had trouble swinging at 12kg. I felt like puking, and did a fair amount of walking the dogΒ instead of holding onto the frickin kettlebell.
I hadn’t felt like this since my FIRST EVER CrossFit session. It was like I was a CF virgin all over again. Shitballs.
Yes, I know, I see you face palming “she’s an idiot she just had abdominal surgery”.
I know this too! But a teeny tiny little part of me hoped I’d be some lucky freak of nature that could just jump back into it not having lost all that much strength.

But here’s the crushing reality:
1. I can’t do a single pull up. Hell, I can’t even do a pull-through/kipping swing
2. I can get up into a handstand, but my midline is CUSTARD. My back is all banana’d and bowed out, and I can’t hold the position for any longer than ten seconds before I feel like my back is going to break.
I was capable of more at 8 months pregnant. F*ck me.

I COULD’VE packed a sad (can’t say I didn’t throw a little tanty and kick the air a little bit).
The shock actually gave me my first two goals in “Operation Feel Good”

1. Get 1 pull up by the end of October
2. Hold a solid “hollow” position in a handstand by this time next month.

In the meantime, sticking to my good eating, and starting to train again, it would be nice to see some changes in my body. I learned long ago that making superficial or appearance based goals is setting you up for failure AND it’s not in the spirit of CrossFit.
If I set measurable fitness and strength goals, and hit my targets, I know that the body will follow.

The next day we snatched, and I still had a decent looking 26kg power snatch (didn’t chance going any heavier, and I KNOW I could not have turned it into a full snatch on account of the midline massacre, so I didn’t even try). It’s about 13 kilos off my PR, but I’ll take it.
Small victories, right.

Not my pie, but it LOOKED like this, only a little cheesy on top!

I know I promised to post recipes every day- but again, a slap in the face from reality- taking care of a little person, running a business, working out, and trying to allow time to breathe meant that whilst I managed to COOK dinner, I didn’t blog about it 😦 I like to THINK I could be superwoman, but I aint.
And my little Mia needed to be put to bed, so I didn’t get to take a picture before Tim ate it. STINK!
SO we’re one day behind on recipes.
I called it Gringo Pie on account of the fact that it’s based on a Shepherds Pie, but using Mexican mince, and topped with Kumara (sweet potato to you Aussies) .

Gringo Pie

Leftover mince
Butter/olive oil/Coconut oil for greasing
Kumara (3 usually gets the job done, used more if you want a thicker topping)
A little cheese for sprinkling on top if you’re Primal
Cumin

Preheat oven to about 180 degrees

Peel and boil your kumaras (3 usually gets the job done) . Mash with some kind of fat- I used a little butter and a little coconut cream. Drop the butter if you want it Paleo. Mix in a little cumin.

Lightly grease a large pie dish (or several small individual ones)

Whack in your leftover mince and top with kumara and cheese. Alternatively brush a little melted coconut oil on top.

Bake until golden.

Stand back and marvel at how bloody clever you are, and also laugh at how silly you were for thinking that eating Paleo/Primal was hard πŸ˜‰

Chat tomorrow, team. Much love xx

Take one pot of chili…

September 16, 2012
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Mmm baby taco

It still amazes me how much time little people take up!
I was a nanny for years, and managed to get laundry done, cook dinner, read a book, all whilst keeping a lil munchkin diapered, fed, and loved. But when we are talking about my VERY OWN little bubba, I forgot to factor in all the time I’d spend just staring at her. Or sniffing her Johnson and Johnson shampooed hair (THAT, my friends, could easily lose me for an hour). Or, if I’m to be totally honest, window shopping on eBay, etsy, amazon and more for cutesy, ruffly floral attire for my baby dolly.
Or weird halloween outfits (just to put her in when we go to the supermarket)
Sick, I know.

It makes me more determined than ever to keep up Food Prep Sundays. With all this time spent being do-lally I’m lucky if I even get time for a cup of tea!
Today I’m gonna cook up a shit ton of chili. I base it on the original Chan’s Chili from the CrossFit Journal, replace the olives with carrot or other veg and add my own spice mixes, depending on my mood. This is a great recipe base as Tim is still a Zone princess so I know he can plan his meals well around it too. I “eyeball” my food these days- it works for me, and doesn’t play into my food/body insecurities by having me weigh and measure everything.

From this chili I’ll have a recipe base for the whole week. I genuinely can’t just eat the same thing every day for nutritions sake. It’d make life bloody easy I’m sure, but I like to mix it up!

So here’s what the week will look like;
Sunday: Paleo Tacos (chili in lettuce cups)
For the rest of the week I’ll post a different recipe daily
Monday: Gringo Pie
Tuesday: Stuffed Capsicum
Wednesday: Paleo Sloppy Jojo’s πŸ˜‰
Thursday: Meaty Huevos Rancheros

And here’s my latest progress pic. Officially fit into all of my pre-pregnancy clothes EXCEPT my fave Lululemon shorts 😦 boohoo!!! Weeeellll I FIT them, but it kinda looks like an albino baby hippo has found its way way into a pair of hotpants. Orange-peely-wobbly-squeezy-lumpy-pale.

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Head to docs in the AM for my 6 week check and the OK to lift heavy and train again. Couldn’t wait any longer yesterday though, and was a BIT naughty. Everyone trained at 830, so my best girl Gina was the only person to show for the 930 WOD.
I did Elizabeth with her, only with 2 x 8kg kettlebells and a red band for the dips. 9:32. I believe mid WOD I MAY have called out “Can someone remind me why the f@ck I do this?!!”
It felt like my first day again! Happily, though, the body has pulled up OK today.
Pretty excited about tomorrow- if I’m all good to go the WOD is
HORRIFIC πŸ™‚
Fingers crossed!!!

Pickles and Donuts and Muffins, oh my!

September 11, 2012

Here’s a little story about Pickle. She gave us a few scares in the beginning, and so docs had me on bed rest for the first 20 weeks. I wasn’t allowed to do anything more than a light 5-10 minute walk. As a CrossFitter and Coach I was DEVASTATED.
That is, until morning sickness reared its ugly head. From the hours of 630am until about 8pm I felt like I was nursing all of my New Years Day hangovers combined.
The worst part- I didn’t want to eat any of my favourite foods.
In fact, the thought of kumara made me gag. Looking at a head of broccoli made my eyes roll back in my head.
If Tim was cooking meat I had to go and shower for half an hour or barricade myself in the bedroom until the smell had dissipated or risk hurling all over the floor.
All I could stomach was lemonade ice blocks and plain, white rice. Or, if I was starving, KFC Zinger Burgers, fries and gravy.
WTF.

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Needless to say, I swelled up pretty quick. I gained about 15kgs in 2 months just laying in bed eating sugar and shitty shitty carbiness.
Fast forward to Week 20, and I’m back in Oz. I had a nice little baby puku, but was also carrying muffin top, back fat, and jelly thighs…this did NOT sit well with me. I felt heavy, slow, and unhappy.
With Docs OK, I broke the workout drought with a BodyPump class. I had half the ladies in the class looking at me sideways, with a few asking me “do you really think this is safe”. If they had ANY idea what I normally did, they would have known Pump was a piece of piss.
Which it was.

I started doing CrossFit Mom WODs, and actually started getting my appetite back, so I switched to a mostly Primal eating plan. The only difference was, if I REALLY, like REALLY wanted a donut, I’d let myself have one. I ended up having about 3 cheats per week instead of my usual one per week, so nothing out of control. I even leaned out, and regained some muscle, and felt pretty amazing- by the time Tim came to join us in Cairns, I was doing regular CrossFit mainsite WODS as RX’d, although being mindful of intensity, and not watching the clock.

I could still run, but if it was any longer than 400m I’d have to stop and wee, or risk peeing my pants all over the globo gym (at least that’s what it felt like). Most AMRAPs with a run I’d do the first round running, but have to switch to rowing to alleviate the discomfort. I even competed in an Enticer Distance Triathlon with Tim at 28 weeks…we came dead last (I don’t know how many other people had to stop for a pee break in the mangroves mid race!) or rest every 1k for Braxton Hicks contractions. But it was SO much fun.
Finally I felt strong, and ready for childbirth!

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By Week 37 my energy had finally waned, and I was finding walking hard, let alone working out. I kept squatting, though, with the occasional run.

On the day Pickle was born, Tim and I ran a few k, had breakfast, went home and did some front squats and box jumps with clients, then had my baby shower, and I was in labour without even knowing it! I have always had a high tolerance for pain, but am sure that my strength had a lot to do with it.
Unfortunately little Mia Pickle got stuck and was distressed, so we took her out through the skylight. All that training and my race got scratched :/ BUT she came out happy, healthy and beautiful. That is all I could ever ask for, right?!

The major thing I was bothered about with the c-section is having to take SIX WEEKS off training. WHAT?!
I’m in week 5 now, and I’m telling you it has been the hardest, slowest 6 weeks EVER.
I’ve had a bunch of people tell me I look great, and you know what, I’m not going to brush the compliment off (although I know I’d look better if I’d laid off the mocha coffees and donuts). I’m not lucky. I’m not genetically blessed. I worked f*cking HARD when I was pregnant to make sure I wouldn’t have to struggle to lose the weight. I look OK in my clothes, for a new Mum.
Out of them, as any CrossFitter will understand, I know I am capable of looking better. My body on the outside is a reflection of how strong, capable and healthy I am. If I’m carrying a nice muffin top, which I am, you can guarantee I’m not moving as fast as when I had a 4 pack, you know?
There were days when I wanted to put my feet up and watch DVD’s all day “because you can!” but I hauled my waddling ass to the gym and did my goddamn squats!

NOW, how to lose the baby weight when I can’t work out? I’m equipped with this knowledge, and I preach it every day, but when you’re dog tired from being up all night with a tiny human attached to your nipple, my brain was telling me CONVENIENCE and SUGAR.
Well, I took my brain, and I shook it up, and I filled it full of good CLEAN food.
I have a couple of goals I’ll post up tomorrow, but until then, here is a little squiz at my body last week, Week One of “Operation Feel Good”. It’s hard for me to share it because staring at it I look at all the things I wish were better. But I’m going to keep on sharing my progress A) to keep me accountable and B) to show that it can be done without shakes/gimmicks/starving.

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Wish me luck!!?

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I’m BA-AAAAAACK!

September 10, 2012

Sup boys and girls?!

MAN. SO much has happened in the past year, it’s just unbelievable. Let’s get you up to speed:

1. I’ve moved (back) to Australia- tropical Cairns to be precise

2. My partner Tim and I have opened our own CrossFit box, CrossFit Barrier Reef

3. We welcomed baby Mia into the world a month ago

There are a billion stories (not to mention new recipes) to share, so I’m not even sure where to start.
Howsabout I give it a whirl with what I made for dindins last night, along with a little story about cooking up a baby.

Now, I always said when I fell pregnant I’d be staying Paleo, or a the very least Primal, and that I’d aim to stay 100% all the time, you know, on account of the fact that I’m growing a new person and all.
Over Christmas and New Years I started craving chocolate, which is weird because I normally HATE chocolate. I also had an unnatural urge to consume as many Willy Wonka candies as possible. At the time I was nursing some random leg injury, and generally feeling pretty crap, so I thought “what the hell” and just threw good eating out the window for a few weeks.

Come January, I started training HARDCORE, went back to 100% Paleo, started IF again. But I noticed that the stubborn sugar-bulge just wasn’t shifting, in fact I seemed to be getting BIGGER. And I was getting dizzy spells, and nausea. What do you know, I was preggers. Up the duff. Bun in the oven.
We named the bun “Pickle”.

After a bad start eating-wise, and after enduring 10 weeks of horrific morning sickness, I cleaned up my dietary act a huge amount, although I still allowed the Devil, SUGAR, back into my life. Nothing crazy, and definitely no more Gobstoppers and Sherbet for breakfast, but Iced Coffee milks and mochas were a common indulgence.

So here we are, nigh on 10 months later with the most beautiful little munchkin, Mia, who unfortunately will also be known as “Pickle” for the rest of her life. Now we’ve settled into a bit of a routine, it’s time for Mama to start looking at kicking her crack habit, and getting back into the swing of things. I’ve started my Sunday food-prep day again, and am also cooking everything else in freezable amounts; a MUST do when you have an unpredictable little hooman in your house.

Me and ma Pickle

Last night I cooked up a big pot of awesomeness that I adapted from a recipe given to me by my good friend Kristy. My mouth is watering right now thinking about reheating some for lunch!

 

Chili Pumpkin and Roast Capsicum Soup

2 big onions
4 cups chicken stock (usually home made, but come on, I just had a baby, I’m not gonna lie, I used those fancy little gel stock cubes they have now, so this isn’t STRICTLY Paleo, if you wanna be a Princess about it)
2-4 cloves of garlic – depends on your tastebuds
2 hot chilies
Cumin to taste (also amazing with a curry spice blend, or thai curry paste)
Coconut oil
1 large butternut pumpkin, cubed
2 large capsicums

1. Dice onions, fry in coconut oil, chilies and garlic until translucent. Keep heat low so’s ya don’t burn the garlic
2. Add cumin/curry, stock and pumpkin. Liquid level should be about even with the amount of pumpkin in your pot
3. Cover and simmer
4. Split and deseed your caps, put in oven skin side up. Cook until skin is blackened and lifts away from the flesh of your capsicum
5. Peel caps and chuck into simmering soup
6. Simmer until punkin is soft and mushy
7. Use stick blender in pot to blend OR let cool a little and blend in regular blender
8. Finish with a swirl of coconut cream (use Ayam Brand, it’s the bestest) Alternatively, add coconut cream whilst blending to soften flavours. This soup does pack a punch!

So there you have it. A pickle, a pumpkin, and a burgeoning little box.

It’s good to be back πŸ™‚

I’M ALIVE!

August 23, 2011

Woweeee!

That has got to be longest hiatus from blogging I have ever taken.

Probably the wrong time to take some time off when the last blog post I wrote was about packing a sad! You’ll be pleased to know, we sent the sad packing the following week, and life has been CRAZY busy since then.

I’m telling you though, getting through the winter with a smile on my face was HARD. I grew up in Papua New Guinea and Cairns, in Far North Australia. There is no such thing as winter there! So here, in NZ, dealing with the cold, and the ensuing sicknesses and sniffles and general feeling of BLAH-ness is a daily struggle.
We even had SNOW in Auckland this winter. WHAT THE??!

Snow on Cuba Mall in central Wellington (HD) from Ro Tierney on Vimeo.

Snow in Wellington

This winter I have barely baked, created, or even eaten properly, so the other night I decided to pull my finger out and invite my friends over for dinner.
We only have space at the dinner table for four, and I had invited 6 (plus Jimi and I) so the challenge was to make it food we could eat off our laps. I asked everyone to bring a blanket or pillow so we could picnic it up in my living room πŸ™‚

We started off with eggplant rounds, topped with bolognese sauce, pepperoni, mushrooms and parmesan (like mini pizzas).
Main course was a middle eastern inspired hamburger feast. I borrowed elements from some of my favourite recipes.

For the hamburger buns (yep, you heard me right, BUNS!) I followed this AMAZING recipe to the letter
Tastes for Everyday Life Flax Seed Buns

Now, gotta run out the door to bootcamp, but will update with the rest of the recipes and pics when I get back in tonight.
Have an amazing day, peeps πŸ™‚

Packing a Sad

June 22, 2011

Today I am “packing a sad”. I imagine this is what he looks like. He is sad and he lives in my belly.
And he is HUNGRY.

I have never been an emotional eater. I’m an emotional EXERCISER (there are worse things to be, right?)
But over the weekend came BACK PAIN and the news of a bulging disc, with a worried physio, and an angry doc both ordering REST.
List of what I’m not allowed to do: Deadlifits, sit ups, running, box jumps,back extensions, hip extensions, weighted squats, good mornings blah blah blah
Now, the CrossFit ethos is that workouts are universally scaleable, regardless of injury.
Sooooo I oughta be doing some upper body stuff right?

WRONG.

Add to that list the stuff I’m not allowed to do cos of my ALMOST recovered shoulder: pullups, push ups, snatches, cleans, jerks, press, push press, fast rowing (or rowing over long distances).

You know what it leaves? Skipping and air squats.

ALL GOOD. I can work with that.

So last night I head into the gym for an hour of stretching and rehabbing, and was planning on finishing off with tabata skipping and air squats.
Got through 2 mins of double unders and started feeling back pain. Switched to singles and it eased off a little.
Moved onto squats and COULDN’T. Couldn’t maintain lumbar curve, and it hurt so much I felt dizzy.
WTF. Shoot me now.

Fast forward to today. I worked, and demoing some basic movements made my back light up.
Went home at 7am for some voltaren and an ice pack and fell asleep again for FIVE HOURS!!!!
Back is feeling better, but spirits are a little down.

And my “sad” has decided that since he can’t train, Β he feels like eating.
So I’m feeding him- bolognese mince with kumara fries. Yoghurt and fruit salad.
The major problem is that we have a box of oreos and a bag of marshmallows in the house to make an employee a special birthday cake.
And my “sad” has decided he wants them.

I’m not going to tell you I am all enlightened and angelic and won’t eat them.
Cos I’m spilling Oreo crumbs on the keyboard as I type.
I’m sharing in the hopes that you know that I have these moments, just like you do.
The difference is, tomorrow I’m going to wake up, go to the physio, teach some awesome bootcamps in the fresh air, and MOVE ON.
I think it’s important to feed your “sad” occasionally, lest he gets ravenous!!

Wanna know something funny? In my search for pictures of “sad monsters”, Sulley from Monsters Inc. came up. My favourite movie!
Watching this clip has put a smile on my face…so instead of packing a “sad” , I’m going to try packing a Sulley πŸ™‚