Oh Hello Again!

Would you believe, it has been a whole 7 months since my last blog. In all honesty losing my best friend in February took the wind out of my sails. Life has been a little harder. (Please visit the ‘jelly tots’ page of this blog or click this link if you wish to make a donation)

I stand now fully appreciating life in general but particularly the encounters of being a working mum. As the kids have gotten older the challenges have taken a linear increase! Reeyan is now a forever talking three year old and Leela (our teenager trapped in a toddler’s body) will soon be two in November. I cannot be more grateful for them. They have been my source of inspiration to get fitter and eat healthily, as well as keep my forever wondering mind focussed on completing my PhD – which I have you know, is currently the sun to my Icarus and I’m trying my hardest not to get burnt!

Mums will agree that there is an astounding amount of circus tricks we need to do – predominantly juggling of all sorts. Whether it is maintaining household chores, keeping up with work deadlines or simply ensuring the children have enough cognitive stimulation so they don’t resort to beating each other up – out of sheer boredom. On that note, I find it incredibly shocking how instinctive our sibling rivalry is – I mean they literally slap each other in the face, pinch and pull hair, it is disgusting! However just like any loving relationship – they can’t live without each other. If one is out of sight, the other would not rest until their location is known.

Reeyan and Leela are now often mistaken for twins, he’s really tiny and she’s really chunky and well – they’re nearly the same height. I often find myself watching them play together and drifting into thought about how quickly time is passing. I’ve blinked and a year has gone. Reeyan is now able to vocalise his wants and not-wants and Leela can too! I’m surrounded by people screaming their demands and as much as I have my own – theirs, simply comes first.

I have managed to take my health into my own hands. This was something that I struggled to do after having Leela, but I put that down to postnatal challenges. I now exercise five days a week, either at home or at the gym and I have taken the drastic measure of reducing my gluten intake. The results are fabulous, if I say so myself. I have not stepped on to the scales to measure weight changes, but my clothes are looser, I’m not feeling bloated or irritated anymore. I am starting to like my ‘mummy-bod’. Don’t get me wrong, there’s always room for improvement but I have taken that first step in achieving physical and mental contentment. This also means drinking wine and scotch! Funny enough champagne has taken a backseat – I still love it, but now I drink it when I’m with my fellow ladies, it adds that bubbly sparkle to any afternoon/evening out. So health-wise these months have done me good.

The dear man in my life consistently listens to my battles. He was my rock when I lost my best friend and he has not failed to encourage me to keep speaking to him about her and any other troubles I have. He continues to be an incredible dad, putting the happiness of his family before his own and without him, I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on achieving this incredibly difficult task of PhD. So, Mr R, although I often tell you in person, if you’re reading – thank you and I love you x

This blog gives me the opportunity of reflection. As well as being a great form of self-help for me, I hope it gives some encouragement to those who also have energetic little people causing mayhem and are in similar circumstances of juggling life.

Thank you for reading!

Tasharama x

 

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The Trouble About Me…

Christmas has come and gone and now we’re in 2017. It is always at the start of the year that one reflects on the whirlwind that has become life. Time passes so damn fast. One year you’re announcing pregnancy and another you’re negotiating eating terms with a two year old, whilst the one year old happily chomps on bits off the floor. Continue reading “The Trouble About Me…”

Feed Me

Whilst in my 20’s, running a few miles a week was something I took in my stride. There is something about being in my 30’s, which make walking up the stairs, or kneeling down on the floor to play with the kids that bit tiresome. Cricking of the knees was something that I complained about for some time during pregnancy (and after). Then there were thyroid problems, migraines, weight gain, jeez the list goes on. Hormones have played a major part in my aging process thus far and if I’m not careful, I may be susceptible to a lot of nasties that await old age.

SO…. I’m making a change. Well, attempting to at least. I’ve even had issues with trying to make that change, there are always issues –  I’m a down right pain in the a** when it comes to changing lifestyle. I once convinced myself that I could lose weight and live healthily by doing the 5:2 diet in which you fast (or starve) for two days and eat all you want for five. I ended up drinking A LOT of caffeine, as a result became very anxious and suffered a few panic attacks, really, its laughable.

Like most people, I like to think that I take my health into my own hands. Well at least I should. I’m not getting any younger. As mentioned above, I’ve dabbled with a lot of diets and I have even gone to the extreme of recently cutting out gluten. My rational, again comes down to reading far too much for my own good. You may or may not be familiar with gluten being terribly bad for you. This is an example where too much reading, really does mess with your head or in my case my body, as it turns out – it really isn’t.

Gluten is the protein found in wheat, barley and rye. Some individuals may be sensitive or completely intolerant to this protein such that the immune system forms an antibody that attacks the intestinal lining. This in turn causes inflammation within the intestinal tract, leaving the sufferer with numerous of debilitating symptoms and potential malnourishment. As a keen advocate of healthy living, I’ve tested numerous concepts. (Funny that I experiment with my own body, don’t we all? Trial and error and all that).

The thyroid gland is a small butterfly shaped organ situated in the neck. Its fundamental function is to regulate growth and metabolism by releasing a number of hormones. After having Reeyan, I was told that I had ‘Hashimotos Thyroiditis’. This is an autoimmune disorder where my body attacks my thyroid. As a result my thyroid doesn’t’ produce enough thyroxin to successfully regulate my metabolism. I’m just grateful it’s just the thyroid under assault to be honest. It really does sound worse than it is, apart from slowing down my metabolism (and making it even harder to lose the pounds), with two tiny tablets a day, everything is very well controlled. I will repeat, for my own sake that everything is all well controlled. There has been hearsay that those with Hashimotos or any type of autoimmune disorder for that matter are also sensitive to gluten. The research hasn’t been published, reliability of these broad statements are in fact confounded, yet, I insist on going that one step further and accepting the claims. And so, stupidly I tried it,

I followed a strict gluten-free diet for six weeks. It was an eye opener. Like my mother, I loved myself some bread. Instead of rice I would always opt for the bread to have alongside my plateful of curries. But it was fairly straightforward as I could eat anything else provided it didn’t contain wheat, rye or barley. So I could eat all the potatoes and rice I wanted. I recently stopped this absurdity, as I didn’t notice any encouraging changes apart from the increasing severity of headaches. As an individual quite prone to food-based migraines, I realised that eating for example, the substituted gluten-free bread contained far more obscure ingredients that left me debilitated with headache. I am in no way insinuating that following a gluten-free regime has no benefit whatsoever. Coeliacs don’t have a choice, as their intolerance can be life threatening should they not follow a strict gluten free lifestyle. As I’ve found out during this six-week intensive course, I however, don’t have such a sensitivity.

Once I get over my wheat-full cheat bank holiday weekend, I have learnt to be more selective with food choices. I enjoy living healthily but I absolutely love gorging on the most glutinous of food at times. I understand that everything should be in moderation but more importantly the amount of processed foods consumed should slowly be eliminated. Fresh food, homemade bread and goodies for me, are the best way forward. Now that’s what I’m eating covered……..