Weighing it all up

I'd hate to turn into a weight loss blogger, I mean I've already got so many stereotypes covered with 'mummy blogger' and 'person in Japan blogger' but why not go for the hat trick eh!?

Since I can remember, I've had issues with my weight. OK let's cut the shite and tell it how it really is; ever since I've been old enough to scoff tim tams behind the pantry door I've been a lazy, lard-arsed, tub.

And I know people tell you that how big you are shouldn't affect you if you're comfortable with yourself and that being skinny isn't the key to happiness blah.. blah.. blah. Bullshit, for me, being skinni(er than my usual whale-like self) solves most to all of my problems and makes me feel better. Much better. Without sounding too 'pro-ana' or anything, I personally am a much happier camper when I'm not so much of a lard-arse. I actually envy those people who are happy with being overweight.

I think this mentality comes from my dad, he's what we call a 'fatophile,' he judges people if they're fat. He thinks they're lazy, and not as intelligent as other people. Of course easy for him with his super speedy metabolism and all. I don't think that at all, but it may have had some effect on me as a child, I'm banking all these things for when I'm crazy enough for therapy. My mum and sister are also consistent yo-yo dieters too so I was bound to have issues.

Here are a few photos from when I was pretty big, I may have been bigger in Australia but I only have photos from in Japan, I think I'm probably over 100kgs here!

About 2 years ago I decided to actually do something to make my life better and lose a shitload of weight. This was how my days were:

6am- Run/Jog/Walk/Bike for an hour. Big breakfast.

9am-5pm- Work. No lunch.

6pm- 1 hour run.

7pm- Dinner.

8pm- Sit-ups/ weight training/ Some form of resistance training.

10pm- Bed.

I also drank nothing but green tea, oolong tea or water.

This was incredibly boring but it worked, and I got to my happy place, 77kg. It's not thin by any means but it was good for me, I'm tall so 77kg was great for me.
It was great. All going to plan. Losing weight, feeling healthy... Then I got preggers! Which is good too, but basically made me put back on a ton of weight and totally lose my losing mojo.

I gained at least 20kg when preggers, I tried to keep the jogging up but my friends told me I was killing my unborn child with all the jiggling (until they saw the Sex and the city movie and decided if Charlotte could run then so could I). But by that time I was tired all the time and just couldn't be arsed jogging. I did try preggo yoga but it wasn't very strenuous and the doctor told me my I'd done too many kegel exercises while I was giving birth! WTF?!

Anyway, not sure of the final weigh-in figure because thankfully Australian doctors don't weigh you at preggo check-ups unlike my Japanese clinic where they paraded me out to the weighing machine which printed out my weight so I couldn't even fib and knock off a few kilos, bastards! But I know it was close to or over the 100kg mark (despite consistent bollocking from J-Docs).

I lost a bit due to mummy/ Japan stress when I got back and am now at 86kgs.

Phew, that took balls! I'm one of those 'never tell your weight' people but fuck it, if I'm going to get anywhere I need to get it out there!

I'm aiming for my happy place 77kg but really would like to be 70kg, nice round number. 80 is a little too round and 60 is a little too bony, although wouldn't knock it back! So giving it a crack! let's see how I go...

Around the time of my happy place!

EDIT: Ryota saw this post and told me he hates skinny Japanese bony girls and that he loves my squidgy bits. Awwww. He also told me I look a little like a rat in my happy place picture!!! God bless him.
WTF is with all the comment word verification craziness?? I want one that says 'fatcow' when I leave a comment...

"Rabu Rabu" Sunday

You know how in books when the husband is being extra nice to the wife they think they're cheating...? that's kind of what it's been like for us lately.

Maybe since the mother's day blowout? Or I also have sneaking suspicions that someone in Ryota's family may have given him an earful that if he upsets the foreign girl too much she may just run back to Australia with the first grandson and never come back.

Either way I'm happy, Ryota has been incredibly sweet and helpful lately, which is good because it makes the 5:30am bento making a little easier! Hmmm let's see, tamagoyaki, meatballs, salad and a side of bitterenss sweetheart? haha that's what it can feel like sometimes when I'm pissed off!

But mornings like this morning are great, where I get up and actually want to get on with the day and make an effort to do nice things for Ryota. Of course this could all change when he gets home tonight and does something to make me want to tear my hair out...

Up until now Sundays haven't been very relaxing, since they are the only day Ryota has off they have been used for fixing the house, I say fixing the house, I mean Ryota gets busy with the drill while I instruct him where to put things... It wasn't good for either of us, so now the house is pretty much done, Sundays are more of a date/ family type day.

Yesterday we went pet shopping and had lunch out with little Ash, the weather was really nice and then we came home and watched a movie, had a little nap and Ryota cooked dinner for us, which is very rare!
It could be our 'kekkon shukudai' (Marriage homework) rule we now go by. Every Sunday night when we go to bed, we choose something (reasonable) that we want the other to do for us at some time in the coming week. Last week, Ryota wanted me to make more of an effort to lock all of the doors in the house. Fair enough, although with Grandma on the prowl any burglar would be pretty ballsy to mess with her! And I wanted Ryota to be a little bit more romantic. hehe Such a girly, vague request, but he did very well.
From what I've heard, Ryota's ex-girlfriends weren't very girly girls and weren't into the whole romance thing and it's going to take him a bit more time to perfect the art I think!

I recommend marriage homework, it helps you get what you want without nagging, although I still do my fair share.


On a totally different note, I hope my Ashton boy isn't too fat?! He's almost four months old and already 9kg. He's in L size nappies and such a pudgy little thing! Is it dangerous for babies who are exclusively breastfeeding to be too big or am I just being paranoid??

Here's my little sumo man...