From work-at-home mum to work-out-at-home mum

I have to figure out how to workout out at home, consistently, regularly. I have to find motivation and inspiration. I have to become fit. I would really like to fit my size 10 jeans again.

I am a work-at-home mum, I have gained almost 16 kgs (35 lbs) since my two sons (ages 6 and 4) were born and I am desperate to feel my body alive and strong again. I feel sluggish, out-of-shape, heavy, and tired. I am hauling around my extra weight every day (and no, it is not muscle). I get depressed because my clothes don’t fit me. I don’t feel sexy. I don’t feel together.

I am active. Meaning, I walk, snowshoe, lift my boys, garden. But I am not fit. I used to be fit. I have done trail running, a few 5K and 10K races, and even a marathon. I used to kayak and snowboard and go to the gym. I used to do a lot of things. But now, I am at home, I work, but I don’t workout.

I did join a local woman’s fitness class, once a week on Wednesday evenings and lead that class once a month. But, if you are struggling with weight or fitness levels too, you know that once a week is only a start.

I want to change from being a work-at-home mum to a work-out-at-home mum.

Here, I plan to post workout plans, exercises that work, menus, healthy snacks, and more.

Want to join me? I have created a private Facebook group where we can support each other on our journeys.

Shall we get started?


We had steamed broccoli, cherry tomatoes, and BBQ steak last night for dinner. Mpants grabbed a stem of broccoli from the bowl and stood it up on the side of his plate.

“Look Mummy. A brocco-tree!”

Clean eating menu for the week

Trying to eat a minimum of four planned clean meals per week. Challenging to find the recipes that inspire me AND then make the shopping list. THEN do the shopping. And all the while, Mpants only likes salami and cucumber, plain pasta, and apples. The rest of us are more adventurous. Here is my first week in brief (I only plan one meal a day, we just figure out the rest):
Monday: Garlic Shrimp Spaghetti with Buttery Kale
Tuesday: Minestrone soup with parmesan broth & basil swirl – March 2017 Clean Eating magazine, pg 56
Wednesday:  Beef & black bean chili
Thursday: Cauliflower fried rice (thanks Bobbi), and grilled chicken breast
Friday: café complete with smoked salmon from Norway (on sale at the supermarket)

I’ll build that

Last night, I read Mpants the infamous “Cat-in-the-Hat” by Dr. Seuss for his bedtime story. We got through the mischevious cat and everything that he can do. We got through Thing One and Thing Two. I told him those two little things reminded me of him and his brother. Running through the house. Total destruction in their wake, like two self-contained tornados.

We get to the page where the Cat-in-the-Hat comes back to pick up the mess.

I mention: “Wow, wouldn’t it be great if I had a picker-upper like that? All those hands. It would be so easy to pick things up.”

Mpants looks at me and says earnestly: “Mummy. You buy the parts. I will build that picker-upper for you.”

Swiss cheese conspiracy

fondueEven if fondue is a Swiss national culture and food dish–it is not on my list of favourites. When I first moved here, a friend had us over for raclette (on a sunny, fall, Sunday afternoon–so it we took our time). It was a 7-hour raclette party. 7-hours!

My husband mistakenly took me for fondue the next day.  I could not possibly eat any more cheese! And, subsequently, it took many years before I could have raclette OR fondue more than once a year.

Also, with fondue, there is the whole sharing-the-main-pot-with-people-you-do-not-normally-share-bodily-fluids-with. Nope. Fondue is definitely not up there on my favourite food list.

So, I loved discovering this podcast about the Swiss cheese cartel and a conspiracy to make these cheese dishes a national pastime.

Go on. Find 15 minutes to have a listen. Discover how fondue wasn’t an accident. It was planned by a cartel of Swiss cheese makers, who ruled the Swiss economy for 80 years. Not intentionally, of course. Well-meaning, well-intentioned, folks decided not to compete in order to keep the Swiss economy alive after WWI and WWII.

Now, I have to go find some of that rebel cheesemaker’s cheese.