A change in fitness post babies

imageThose of you that know me, will know pre babies I was all about fitness, competing and staying on weight. I was a full contact kickboxer and competed to a high level (feel free to YouTube)

Well I really tried to stay on track when I was pregnant. In fact I trained right up until about 38 weeks with Mop Top despite most people saying I was mad. But when your body is so used to do something I had to be doing something, whether it be just a few circuits or a blast on the bags.

However post two babies my fitness regime is somewhat different. I was eager to get back in the gym and did so sensibly pretty soon after having both Mop Top and Bear. I think only you know your own body. They say wait until your 6 week check, but I was sensible and went back knowing my limits (and the ability of my pelvic floor muscles!)

I really think exercise helps so much including the obvious weight loss and toning, but also mood. There’s nothing like punching and kicking a bag to satisfy a stressful day of nappies and crying.

I appear to be a ‘lucky one’ in that I was back in my normal jeans a few weeks after baby but that doesn’t mean I am 100% happy with what two babies within a year has left me. Mummies put so much pressure on themselves to look great after giving birth…. but seriously let’s take a minute and appreciate what we have actually done…. grown, nurtured and pushed out an actual human being!! ‚účūüŹĽ to us mummies seriously!
It leaves us with lumps we didn’t know could exists, flabby parts that bounce in the wrong place and well don’t even get me started on post baby, post breast feeding boobies!!!
The pressure to look good for me, is not from anyone else but purely myself, I strive for that 6 pack stomach again, well I’ll be happy with a two pack right now. But I have now come to the conclusion I can not train as much as I did before it’s impossible with two little ones, but it’s all about compromise and managing fitness expectations.

Sometimes I get to the gym and sometimes bath time, babies or general family life has to come first. Recently iv been trying to do a HIIT workout early morning. I figure I’m awake anyway (Bear has a feed at 5am ūüėī) and I’m already tired so I may as well take advantage of that. 15-20 minutes usually a @thebodycoach HIIT workout and job done. But I still manage to fit a kickboxing class or two in a week.¬†image
(Cringe photo post power wave session)

I have a long way to go in terms of where I want to be, but sometimes an evening eating chocolate is priority and that’s life now!
But I have to admit when I do get to the gym, that competitive streak still raises its head and I think I can keep up with those young fit ones (I really can’t but I give it a good go)
I say less pressure, more praise, whether I get to train once next week or three times it’s better than nothing.

If you want to try some fitness at home I really recommend a HIIT workout. It’s a killer, burns fat and gets a sweat on and it’s all over in 15 minutes! And no expensive equipment needed. It’s the changing, shower and everything else that takes longer.
I may even post some good post pregnancy workouts for you in the future.

Like I say all about priorities and self credit.

The parent insomniac


They say everyone should get 8 hours sleep a night, well whoever said that clearly did not have children. I genuinely can not remember the last time I got a full unbroken 8 hours sleep… intact make hat a full unbroken 6 hours!!

I have to admit I was a little smug when Mop Top slept through from pretty early on. She went in her own room at about 5/6 months and we rarely had distributed night sleeps.
So I kind of need to admit with my tail between my legs that my second bubba, my little bear is a pickle during the night.
He goes down like a dream at 630, then 1am strikes and Bear feels it appropriate to wake and stay awake for the next few hours. We try and settle him in his own bed. But the majority of the time we give in and he ends up in our bed. (Cue the Health Visitor groans)
I may be making a rod for my own back by putting him in our bed, but when it’s 4 am and you can hardly keep your eyes open it is so necessary!

With a wake up call at 6am from both of them, the days are hard! Ah man I am tired! And in fact as I write this I am drinking a very chocolatey hot chocolate with quite a few biscuits. It’s the only way to get through the day.

I very lucky in the sense that we live at my parents, as it means mum does help me out with little things through the day. But wow a day with very little sleep the night before is super hard.
It’s funny isn’t it because when you don’t have kids, and maybe you have one late night out you struggle to make it through the day, well us mummies (and daddies) have a good few months of it.

But I have to keep reminding myself that my babies are small for such a small period of time and I will get my sleep back….. eventually….. I hope!

But right now we are persevering with a good bed time routine and hope he realises that 2, 3 and 4am is not time for mummy smiles!

Do you have a sleeper or a non sleeper? What’s your best sleep tip?
Would love to hear them!!!
Love a tired mummy

The Last (Breastfed) Supper

I write this currently in great pain, and those that have breast fed will understand why.

With Bear I felt like I wanted to breast feed until 6 months, and that was my goal.¬† I had a good experience breast feeing with Bear, unlike Mop Top, but I knew it was coming to an end at around 5 1/2 months. My milk didn’t seem to be filling him up enough, and he was using my nipples as a dummy a lot of the time.

When I stopped¬†breast feeding Mop Top, my milk had dried up and I had mastitis so I didn’t really¬†have a choice. With Bear¬†we swapped a breast feed for a bottle feed¬†as the professionals suggest. I was reluctant to admit¬†I was nearing that last feed, in fact it had been my last feed about three times. If he was crying I knew a quick breast feed¬†would soothe him, so I did. But eventually¬†¬†I sat in bed during the early hours a few days ago, feeding Bear knowing it would be my last feed. Now I am not a natural at breast feeding, and I wouldn’t say it is something I thoroughly enjoyed, but I was actually quite sad. To think I would never breast feed this little bear again made my really sad. As he guzzled a 7oz bottle the following morning, I knew it was the right choice for us, but I couldn’t help hanging on to that last feed.

Then came the pain. Because my milk dried up with Mop Top I didn’t suffer to much discomfort. however despite gradually swapping to formula my boobs did not agree with this. Ahh man the next night I did not sleep at all, not because of waking babies but because of the pain i was in. I couldn’t lay on my side, couldn’t roll over and generally couldn’t move. I was at the point of tears. I was taking pain killers, ice packs and soaking. Mr DC kept saying it will get better, which I knew it would.

For about 2 days, I had rocks attached to me, didnt want them in a bra, couldn’t handle them out of a bra. It was an awful end to my whole breast feeding experience.

img_7986But gradually things went back to normal, don’t get me wrong they are still quite sore, but soooo much better.

Now Bear is completely formula fed, with the start of weaning happening, and he seems much more content, and has even dropped his night feed.

i feel proud of my self for managing 6 months of brrast feeding with Bear, but feel more in control of our routine now he is on formula.

If any of you are in the sme boat, and thinking about stopping breastfeeding, Please don’t panic, a few days and normality will return. There is definitely a long list if of things they don’t tell you about motherhood, and post breast feeding is on of them!

Have a good day

love Kelly xx

Soft Play; Its not for the faint hearted


With two babies I like to get out and about as much as possible. When its cold outside I always feel stuck and really limited for ideas about where to go and what to do.

We venture to soft play every so often and as the title suggests they are not for the faint hearted. We have quite a few in our area, and they are hit and miss, with a few I vow to avoid.

Usually they are jam packed as every other mum within a 20 mile radius has had the same idea. There are shoes everywhere, chairs moved all over the place to suit different party sizes and its generally very noisy. Don’t even get me started on the germs they must be filled with. Eurgghhh.

I am very aware I sound like a grumpy old woman but these are the realities of my life right now.

There appears to be a category of child at all of these places. Firstly the fast child, running everywhere, doesn’t care for anything in his or her way, just feels the need to run and run fast. Secondly the loud ones, usually shouting, nothing¬†specific just quite loud. The timid ones, clinging close to mum but occasionally gaining enough confidence to explore, but sure to return to mums side. And finally the crying one, kicking of about something, with usually a flustered mum trying to soothe them (We’ve all been in that boat)

Mop top is still either the clingy one or the crying one, she takes a while to warm up if we go anywhere. but I’m sure I’ll be experiencing her running into everything in site and shouting at the top of her voice soon enough.

Now I read this out loud to my mum, and she suggested I write something positive about soft play as it is all very ‘negative’ so far. Don’t get me wrong, there is a time and a place for soft play. Usually if its cold or us mums want to meet up with out too much hassle. The kids run around and play and we can (hopefully) grab a quick coffee with a little bit of chat in between rescuing each child from the third floor slide.

We will continue to try out different soft plays in our area, and I am sure Mop Top and Bear will fit into one of those categories at one time or another.

Feel free to share your experiences of soft play by leaving a comment.



P.S After todays incident I would like to add a child’s¬†category, but¬†I am not really sure how to do it politely.¬† The child you’d quite like to discipline your self but isn’t one of your own so you cant.

(Mop Top came out with a nasty scratch down her face, but did give as good as she got.)




Confessions of Motherhood

I find when people talk about motherhood, children and parenting in general often the reality is blurred. So these are my top¬†six honest confessions of motherhood…..

  1. I very often eat quickly and in secret. While Mop Top is pre-occupied I speed into the kitchen, go to the goody cupboard and stuff a piece of chocolate or a biscuit in my mouth. Chew as fast as I can as I return to the lounge where she hasn’t even noticed my disappearance.
  2. I¬†don’t shower every day….Yes iv said it now, its out there.¬†Some days either I just don’t get time, or I am just too tired and id rather¬†10 minutes more in bed!
  3. I have told Mop Top a toy is broken just so I don’t have to hear the annoying music it plays for the 100th time that day.
  4. Some early mornings (like 5am) I pretend I cant hear Mop Top stirring until I know Mr DC is about to go see to her. (I know he does the same!)
  5. I often leave the house with the smell of sick, poo and wee covered up with multiple sprays of perfume.
  6. Sometimes I just give in for an easy life. Give in to the request of chocolate for a little bit of peace.


I’m sure there are plenty of other¬†points I could confess about here, but I really don’t want you to completely judge me as a mother.

Anyway must dash, have a spare few seconds to secretly eat something yummy


Love Kelly