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Burying my head in the sand …

As per all mums who are trying to work, raise children, work some more, exercise a la Body Coach style, keep on top of housey stuff, create amazing, home-baked healthy meals, be financially savvy and in fact save money (!), entertain little people with endless over-priced after-school activities and bestow romantic gestures on their partners (in other words – DO EVERYTHING (and more)), my to-do list is endless and even if I actually manage to tick something off it, it will immediately be replaced by at least three more things needing to be done 🙁 It’s that one-step-forward-two-steps-back thing …

Until recently, I’d been totally and ridiculously rubbish at all the things that help to keep some kind of order and instead my life resembled some kind of Chaos Theory:

I was not: keeping on top of things or being organised or saving money.

I was: forgetting to sign school permission slips, paying for school clubs, sorting financial stuff out (i.e. forgetting to pay the minimum balance on my credit card), spending too much money.

My mature and very grown up way of dealing with my spiralling-out-of-control chaos: think like an ostrich – yes, I became the ostrich-with-it’s-head-in-a-bucket-of-sand metaphor. Denial. La-la-la I can’t hear you … I basically shut my brain off and told myself that if I didn’t think about the ‘stuff’ I was worried and anxious about, that it would all just go away and that everything would be TOTALLY FINE. Nothing to worry about .

I guess feelings of being swamped, overwhelmed, disappearing under a stack of letters, forms, dates, demands from schools, work, home, kids, pets, financial stuff had left me unable to (using another over-used – but totally appropriate in my case – metaphor) see the wood for the trees. And I’m definitely one of those people who, if feeling like this, will choose to ‘opt out’ and exist in a horrible state of anxiety and denial and not face facts. Not good. Not healthy. Not helpful.

So, anywhooo, things came to a bit of a head very recently and I had to have a serious word with myself (as did other half). It’s a horrible feeling when you have to face facts and realise that maybe you’ve kind of cocked up a bit … Not due to any massively ridiculous reasons but simply because sometimes, there’s just too much going on.

Briefly (and metaphorically) hanging my head in shame – I did what I had to do: I got on the phone and sorted my financial nightmare: it wasn’t easy – I’m not very good at admitting I’ve flunked however, I did speak to some super-lovely people who helped me get my shit together and get things back to how they should be. Hooray!

I also got myself a diary (with one day per page) and am now an obsessive writer-down-of-everything that I want to achieve and get done that day (and if I don’t get something done then it gets jotted down on the next date when I think it could be sorted). I also treated myself to a lovely notebook for random scribbles and an App for keeping track of all my logins and passwords.

The moral of the story: ask for help. Just do it. Don’t fret and worry about what people might think. Just DO IT. Make that call. Put your hand up. The relief of sorting stuff out will be great 🙂

And or me – so far so good – I’ve even been able to empty that bucket of sand (no more burying my head in it for me)!


From ‘always rushing.com’ to trying to be ‘organised.com’

Arghhhh! Juggling lots and spinning too many plates generally equals mild chaos and stressy feelings rising up through my body … Which also means I’m less likely to be a bit healthy when it comes to foody choices if I’m out-and-about or on the go. At times like this (at some point most days actually) I’m very likely to be a bit naughty and ‘treat’ myself to some kind of sugary/fatty/chocolatey hit, and whilst super-satisfying at the time, when I step on the bathroom scales after a few days of these ‘I’m-stressed-therefore-I-deserve-something-naughty’ moments, I’m not sure how come I’m always a bit surprised at what the scales are telling me (it’s not good news).

In a rare moment of ‘inspiration’ (actually, it was more a case of the bathroom scales screaming at me to stop this ridiculous naughtiness!), I decided a few weeks ago that this cycle had to stop! Time to bring out the big guns (aka preparing a load of yummy but healthier snackettes for cow-like grazing). I’ve basically realised that for me, being prepared is pretty much the key to making a difference between success and failure – of the food variety at least – if I’m rushed I’ll grab whatever and my will-power will descend rapidly to nil-power … Having ready-prepared healthy bits to hand helps me massively 🙂 and helps set me up for a chance at healthy eating during the week (hooray!).

I love things like pots of cherry tomatoes, chopped pineapple and grapes (perfect for time-poor moments); boiled eggs (easy-peasy and super-filling); home-made falafels – try the Slimming World version (umm, massive YUM!); pots of Hartley’s 10 cal jelly pots and homemade sweet potato chips (just make a large quantity using Fry-light and bung in a container for on-the-go nibbling) … Happy grazing 🙂 x