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F for first baby birthday party

I could have sworn it was only ten minutes ago that Tricia and I sat with our enormous bellies sipping decaf lattes and discussing pram shopping. But no – her little girl turned one year old at the weekend and how cute is she?

"Oh, I know, you're so right, so anyway, I said to him..."

As Tricia and her family are from Boston via New York, we thought it only fitting that the wee man wear his Jets Football shirt with red socks, just to cover his bases:

"Dad, I was just talking to this babe..."

Even though this was an international party, it was still Glasgow and so of course I ended up knowing someone… I met Claire, the Buggyfit instructor who has the west-end franchise and knows Wendy so we chatted away about running in the snow while the wee man watched the Birthday Girl open her presents.

"So what you got there? Can I eat it?"

We sang Happy Birthday and Tricia did very well by not bursting into tears (I am convinced I will) then we ate cupcakes, drank Champagne with strawberries plopped in and nobody was sick on anyone. The non-baby guests mingled pretty happily with the baby-bearing guests and the young couple from downstairs didn’t seem at all freaked out.

Happy Birthday to you!

Just before we left, one of the other little girls, Eilidh, insisted on kissing the wee man goodbye. He was delighted. And so it starts…


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Buggy Bootcamp – THE RESULT!

Through rain, snow and Hurricane Bawbag I have been in the park for my twice-weekly Buggy Bootcamp sessions.

For the last six weeks I have followed a strict diet plan. No takeaways, no cakes, no booze, low carbs. Mostly. In the interests of full disclosure I have to admit to a few lapses:

•one drunken night – on gin & slim at least

*one half of a Lindt bunny eaten – thanks to Rod for charitably eating the other half

*one Chinese carryout – there was b*gger all in the house and it was 8.30pm

*two slices of banoffi pie – (two different days) at my mother-in-law’s, a woman you cannot refuse!

Our final session was on a sunshiney day, which made a nice change. Wendy was on a mission though – the hill runs were back in the routine, only this time we had to do FOUR instead of three and straight into press-ups in between, no breaks. A quick drink and we were off again, jogging to the next station for lunges, squats and – you’re kidding right – another hill run? But we had to continue up all the steps at the top? Twice? That’s that Lindt bunny taken care of, no probs.

I thought I’d feel triumph and relief and all sorts when we finished our last stretches – but actually I felt like I’d just started something. I’m going to keep going to Buggyfit twice a week. I feel amazing. I’m sleeping better. I’m worrying less. I’m full of energy and I feel good about myself. I knew before the weigh-in that I’ve reaped the benefits, so I wasn’t too hung up on the final figures. But I was very pleasantly surprised…

I have lost seven pounds!

I have lost three inches from my waist and an inch from each upper arm. My legs have stayed the same.

So thank you Wendy for coming up with a cunning plan to keep us all dedicated through the horrendous weather. I’ve really enjoyed it. In fact, I did my own little Buggyfit session in the park this morning. Here’s to a fitter 2012!


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Getting EVEN MORE Buggyfit

Borrowed from http://www.buggyfit.co.uk, check it out to find a local group

When I first wrote about Buggyfit I joked it was like Buggy Bootcamp. Well, either the instructor read my blog or I’m psychic because now it actually is.

I have signed up to the pre-Christmas, 6-week, twice weekly Buggy Bootcamp which comes complete with nutrition plan and supplementary exercises. Today was session 3 of 12 and I am quite chuffed I’m not dead yet. Far from it, in fact.

I’ve been going once a week since July and I am no longer the sweaty, frizzy, red one at the back – I’m the perspiring, curly, pink one quite near the front. So I thought I should step it up and lose those last few pounds before I pile them all back on over the festive season.

We were all weighed at the start. I was quite disappointed to see I was exactly the same weight as I was when I started Buggyfit four months ago, but as one of the other mums comforted me, we were fully clothed in winter gear. So that must count for a pound or two. The first session was three days after I returned from a ten day holiday in the Canaries so I expected it to be a bit of a kick in the proverbials. It was OK.

The second session, which I went to the following day, was a killer. Even the double-buggy mum overtaking me couldn’t shame me into running another step. Today I actually managed to do 20 press ups, 20 tricep dips, 20 shoulder pulls with the rubber band, run round the pond and then do it all over again – without collapsing! And that was after our hill runs and walking lunges…

As far as the nutrition plan is concerned, I’m pretty much following it. We were at a wedding at the weekend so I’ve written off two days but I’m back on it now. I had forgotten about the extra exercises until one of the mums reminded me today – so I’ll need to shoehorn some abdominal work, lunges and squats into my working mum’s diary somewhere.

My aim is to lose a pound a week. There. I’ve written it down so I have to stick to it. Six pounds in six weeks.

Wish me luck!

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Teething pains

Giving the amber necklace a thumbs up

I didn’t think there could possibly be an upside to my visit to the dentist last week. I lay in the chair shaking as she drilled and filled two teeth and decided it was actually worse than childbirth. But as my wee boy got grumpier and grumpier, I realised I should sympathise, not demonise, as the wee soul gets his first teeth.

To begin with, we weren’t even sure that’s what was up with him. He didn’t have the rosy cheeks or sore bum that everyone told me about. But as I watched him cram eight fingers in his mouth, and got up at 2am for the sixth night in a row, I knew it couldn’t be anything else.

The breatkthrough came on night eight when, having got him down at 3am, he was up again at 4. I reached for the Calpol, gave him 2.5ml, changed him, fed him and put him back down, praying he would sleep. He did. In fact, I had to wake him at 9am.

“If in doubt, drug ’em!” my mum joked, but I really don’t like the idea of stuffing him with pills every time he grumbles, so I’m trying some other stuff too:

New Era homeopathic teething aids: These were recommended by a couple we got chatting to in a coffee shop. They said they were magic and they noticed a huge difference. I’ve found they take a couple of days to kick in, but work really well through the day. The wee man gets two tablets which dissolve on his tongue three times a day before his milk.

Baltic Amber teething necklace: Again, these were recommended by another mum at Buggyfit. Apparently the amber releases soothing oils into the skin. I bought mine on Amber Pumpkin for about a tenner and they arrived in four days. I can’t help but feel it’s a wee bit hippy – and my son is basically wearing a necklace – but we’ll try anything to help him through this!

Calgel teething gel: This seems to give instant relief. He stopped chewing his fingers straight away and grinned as I rubbed it on his poor bumpy gums. It can be used up to six times a day, which is great.

Calpol: I guess a small dose of 2.5ml before bed isn’t going to do him any harm. I did this two nights ago and he slept for 11 hours. I didn’t give him any last night and he still slept 11 hours. Go figure.

So I reckon if I use all the tools in my arsenal I’ll have a happy baby and a well-rested mummy. He looks so cute with his wee rosy cheeks (they appeared yesterday) and I cannot wait to see his first tooth!


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Getting Buggyfit

They call it Buggyfit, but in my head right now it’s Buggy Boot Camp.

Borrowed from http://www.buggyfit.co.uk as I don't want you seeing me all sweaty!

I wasn’t surprised when four kids on bikes stopped and openly gaped at the fifteen mums doing press-ups by their buggies on the grass. To the non-parental eye we must be quite a sight. I took exception to their laughter, however, when we jogged over to the steepest steps in the world and started running up and down. One day they too will have excess flab round the belly button. At least we’re doing something about it.

I sometimes wonder why I’m doing it to myself – I’m exhausted as it is without training for the Olympics. But I always go back and here’s why:
• It’s cheap – at £34 for 8 sessions it is fantastic value
• It’s outside – not a stuffy gym or grimy town hall
• The other mums who go are lovely – we have a coffee (but no cake) afterwards and chat
• It eases my guilt – because I do like the odd chocolate bar to myself
It’s also very varied, there’s no time to dread the crunches before she parks up and tells you to spread ’em (the mats on the grass that is). Her wee boy (who’s nearly three) even cheers us on, shouting ‘YAY!’ just when you’re about to collapse out of ‘the plank’. So although I sometimes feel like I’m going to throw up and I often feel like a bit of an idiot at the back of the pack, I’ve realised that the endorphin rush afterwards sees me through the day. So I would recommend it.


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