Sometimes Life Just Gets in the Way

You may have noticed that progress through this current hitlist is a little slow at the moment.  Life is getting in the way.  For one thing, it is nearing the end of the school term and for our little family that tends to mean that kids are starting to tire, immune systems are down (go away snotty noses, sore throats, and coughing), and tempers are starting to fray.  I am sick of school lunches, sick of washing and trying to find uniforms, sick of homework, and sick of my own cooking.  Added to all that, my father-in-law has not been well.  Over this past six months or so, the decision was made to put him in a nursing home, which is a choice that comes with a lot of desperation, love, guilt, and hope that it is the right decision.  As we now live on the other side of the country it is something that we can only watch from a distance and send the odd care package to let them know that they are in our thoughts.

We thought the slippers would get a few smiles.  You have to find reasons to smile at any time.

Care Package from WA – We thought the slippers would hopefully attract a few smiles.

Recently, Poppy has been having a few dramas, so we decided to organise for my husband to do a surprise trip to visit everyone and check for himself that everyone is coping.  My husband’s sister was also competing in her first figure competition so it meant that he would be able to support her in this at the same time.  While I think everyone involved was glad to sneak that family weekend in, it does take a toll.  For my husband, who flew in from his work shift at 7pm on Thursday night and flew out at midnight the same night, had a busy weekend of catching up, and then caught a flight home on Monday which arrived back in Perth in the afternoon, this only allowed one measly night with us before he had to fly back to work the next day.  The following weekend was a party weekend to celebrate my eldest son’s 8th birthday with 10 extra boys coming over for a play at the park and a sleepover.  As you can imagine, there was quite a bit of planning and not much sleeping involved this weekend either.

Camp Chaos for the Weekend

Camp Chaos for the Weekend

So amidst all this chaos we have had the hubby home for 3 full days in 3 weeks, and while it is beginning to sound a little like a pity party, it’s not.  For I had a moment of clarity while wondering what the hell we were doing.  Why do we make all this effort and cause all this extra work and stress?  It brings to mind our annual family camping trips to Emu Park (which are awesome by the way and you can read about it here), it’s a lot of hard work and we grumble at each other and get a little tetchy.  Why? Why do these things?  And I realised that it is in the effort that we show our love.  Anyone can say I love you and it is easy to love in the good times.  But to commit and persist in the hard times, to put the effort in when you are already tired, that’s when you are really telling the people you love that you are there for them and that you love them to the moon and back.  My family was never a demonstrative family and we rarely say those words to each other, but I have never doubted their love because they show it in a million ways.

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In the meantime there is only a week until school holidays where hopefully we will all get a chance to recharge, the hubby will take a couple of extra days here and there and we’ll catch up, and I’ll slowly keep chipping away at the hitlist.

What Inspires You?

I am currently in the process of getting back on track in terms of eating well and training hard.  It has been a fairly chaotic six months as most of you know.  For those who don’t, in a nutshell this is how my last six months have read:  husband received job offer on other side of country in January, got house ready for sale, moved to Perth four weeks later, found a rental and school for kids in one week, sold house in Queensland, adjusted adjusting to FIFO lifestyle, bought new house, cleaned and moved house…..which about brings us to present day.  I also survived a wet and chilly winter which I haven’t experienced in years.  There is just something about a cold winters night, a fire, a good book….and chocolate.  Needless to say a few sneaky kilos and some bad habits have crept up over winter and I am feeling ready to tackle them!

My first step for getting back on track is to get my head on straight.  I am trying to gather my inspiration and use it to gather momentum.

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To get the ball rolling I thought I would share my thoughts on what inspires me.

1.  Family

Family inspires me in the good and bad kind of way.  You know how it goes….you are forever grateful and thankful for the family you have and think you have the best family in the world (cause I do), but then they can be so incredibly annoying and stupid that you just want to head slap them.  Take for example my parents (Hi Mum, Hi Dad).  They gave my sisters and I the best upbringing.  We grew up on a dairy farm and had so much room to roam and explore.  Think creeks, dams, acres and acres of paddocks, tree climbing, horse riding and lots of animals.  Of course we thought we were hard done by, we had to get the cows in and put them away in the dark most nights, feed the calves, help with milking, and hose the cow poo away from the yard.  OMG, shock horror, we had to help out.  Turns out we didn’t die and had a pretty good early foundation for an active childhood.  They also valued sports and we participated in netball, gymnastics, swimming, and any organised after school items like athletics and cross country training.

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Dad had a love of the outdoors, and we were surrounded by some of the most amazing rainforest in the world on the Atherton Tablelands.  Dad would often go trekking through the bush and come back with lots of interesting stuff….the biggest moth I have ever seen, the biggest earth worm, and glowing mushrooms…I kid you not!  Dad even took my sisters and I, and a group of my friends from school on an overnight hiking trip to the Russell River leaving from the bottom of Mt Bartle Frere, when we were in high school.  So I have a lot to thank my parents for, as all the things I love about exercise was founded right there.  I am inspired to be that for my boys and want to stay fit enough to do that.

And in the head slapping kind of way….my family, more so on Dad’s side, have struggled with being overweight and the health issues associated with that.  My mum and dad both stopped playing sport sometime around my high school years and never picked up anything else.  They were really active with working on the farm but now that they are doing other work I worry about their health.  You are never too old to start and I keep nagging them.  They have worked hard and physically all their life.  They have always wanted more for us than they had….well I want more for them.  My dad has lost over 10kgs recently and I am hopeful that one day in the future he might take my boys and their cousins on an epic hiking trip also!  I don’t ever want to stop playing so I use this as a little inspiration also.

2.  YOU -my friends, my family, the people taking the time to read this blog, the everyday people around me.

So much inspiration comes from the people who surround me.  These are a few of the people who have inspired me recently:

  • My sister-in-law competing in her first figure competition at 42,
  • A good friend who has fought thyroid cancer, changed her life, raised 3 kids on her own, took her health into her own hands and lost over 30 kilos by eating well and training hard
  • A uni friend, mum of 2 boys, who ran her first 10km race since having kids.  Not only that but she ran it under 60mins and took out her category.
  • A friend’s Dad, who at 62 hiked Mt Bartle Frere (the tallest mountain in QLD) with us and put us all to shame.
  • A 68yrs young lady at the gym I used to work at who realised her own strength and fitness after meeting friends her own age that she hadn’t seen for some time.  I still remember that moment, when she looked at me and she just got it.  She just said “Beth, I am strong.  I can do anything I want, my friends looked old.”

I could go on, but you get the picture.  These inspirational people are everywhere we just have to take the time to notice and to let them know how wonderful they are.

3.  Me (But not in the “I’m so awesome” kind of way)

I am inspired by the person I want to be.  I want to make myself proud.  I want to keep plugging away, keep trying new things, learning, doing things I didn’t think I could, failing at times but always, always moving in an upward direction.

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 What inspires you?