May 1st – Colour run and clean eating 

2 May

So I did it. I finally ran 5k and I did it in 37minutes. I had been training a while for it but as it got closer to the event I suffered really bad with shin splits and on Friday before the race I hurt myself in Pilates to the point that I cried. Saturday I debated pulling out all together, the pain in my hips was still there and I had trouble moving. I stretched out that evening and had an Epsom salt bath. I also had a word with myself and told myself to put my big girl pants on and go for it. 

Sunday morning I woke up and still had the same tightness in my hips. The race was on May the 1st. Same day as my clean eating. All I wanted to do was go back to bed and eat all the chocolate I could find. Sure I could walk it if I was in too much pain. 

We arrived at the venue and the place was buzzing. It was starting to rain hard but it didn’t stop the buzz. The only thing I was disappointed in was the amount of fast food trucks there. Children eating chips and burgers at 8am. And no healthy food in sight. 

We made our way over to the start line and myself and Mark went to the right with the runners. I was nervous, I don’t know why but I was nervous. The count down from 10 to 1 started and we were off. We started running, and I ran and I ran. We hit the colour stations along the way and we were covered. I walked for about 500 metres and we were off running again. It felt natural and I could breath. There was no pain in my body and I was determined to keep going. The rain was getting heavier and I could barely see in front of me. We can’t have been more then 500 metres from the finish line and i turned to Mark and just said I couldn’t do it anymore I needed to walk. And he just told me to run for it. Make sure you dig deep and run across that finish line and I did just that. Would I have been disappointed if I walked across? Absolutely. 

I was delighted coming in at 37minutes. Fastest I have ever done it. We had a paint party afterwards to celebrate 

Naturally I was starving afterwards so I cooked up big fluffy omelettes and had a gallon of water. I had a massive headache which I think was the adrenaline but of course I convinced myself it was sugar and had a biscuit and some chocolate. Whoops minor slip up. But today is a new day and I am ready to go. I have my schedules prepared and my lunches cooked for the next four days. Looking forward to some killer workouts this week and clean eating. 


30 days clean eating -May 1st

25 Apr

So I think I can honestly say in the last year my eating has improved dramatically. And as a result of better eating and exercise I’m fitter and my skin has improved massively. But what’s my number one problem? I eat my feelings. If I’m board I’ll eat, if I’m sad I’ll eat, if I’m happy I’ll eat and the absolute worst is if I’m tired I eat absolute shite, nothing tastes better then food you have prepared but when you’re loosing the will to live (ok slightly dramatic) and you can pay someone to cook and deliver food to you then I know what my choice is. The last couple of months have probably been the worst. And it’s such a vicious cycle. I eat because I’m cranky and then I have sugar withdrawal get cranky and eat more food. 

The biggest change for me was that sugar film. Such an eye opener. Really gave me the kick up the bum I need. Food I thought was good was just pure sugar, my low fat yoghurt, orange juice and cereal. I’ll be honest I was horrified. But like everything else I watch the film in June and everything I learnt just kind of slipped into the back of my mind. Thankfully they have released a new book which has given me the motivation to go again and clean eat. 

Preparation is 100% the key. I picked up these handy weekly guides in Kmart and I have my meals planned. The biggest issue I had was coming in from work, not knowing what I wanted to eat so I either didn’t eat (binge ate later) or had take out. This helps to keep me on track and I have a plan to stick to.

My husband has promised to keep me motivated. This week I have started cutting down and I can feel the cravings and the little voice in my head telling me to just have one piece it won’t hurt. Last time I did this i didn’t  cut down first I just cut out. This time to prevent the sever headaches and moodiness I’ll cut down and then out. April 30th I’ll do all my measurements and photos and update as I go along.

I have my first offical 5k on Sunday. Shin splints are causing issues so we’ll see how i go!

Here’s to clean eating and sugar free 🍸 

Permanent Residency. . . But now what?

15 Apr

So a week ago myself and Mark became permanent residents of Australia. But now what? I guess because the last 6 months have been consumed with waiting I’ve felt a little lost this week. Getting the visa felt so surreal. It was all we talked about. The application process was so drawn out, police checks from Ireland and Australia, medicals and wanting to know every detail about you and your family not to mention the cost! People would ask if we were planning to stay in Australia for good. We’d just explain that we had applied for residency and we’d see how that goes. In a sense it bought me some time, I didn’t have to commit to anything, there was a chance we wouldn’t get the visa. But now we have it I guess we have to make some serious decisions about our future. 

I won’t lie, my heart aches for Ireland, for my family, my friends, the events I miss, my mum and dad and the support we had. Any major events that have happened here( engagement, promotions, visas) have been celebrated over the phone. It’s hard when in reality all you want is a hug from your parents and to have loved ones around you. Don’t get me wrong we have great friends and family here but sometimes it’s just not enough. Recently Mark went for surgery and when I returned home it was to an empty house. It’s probably they loneliest I have left. I had to call home and explain what happened and after all the calls I was alone again. Thank god for Whatsapp and viber and my friends at home keeping me sane. 

My nephew turns eleven this year and I spoke to him for the first time last week since Christmas. And oh how he has changed. His face is different, he’s looking like a boy now and then I remember I left when he was seven and I think about how much time with him i have missed out on. 

My life out here is lovely. I’m not complaining but sometimes you have days when you think just get on the plane and go home we’ll figure everything out when you get there and then other days I think about how much we have achieved in the small amount of time we have been here. I think with our temporary visa it was short term but for some reason being a permanent resident feels different, not bad different just different. My dad described it as bitter sweet and from their point of view their child is half way around the world and we have to settle for a face time call every Sunday. And likewise for my my family are 30 hours away and sometimes you just want to be able to call in and say hello.

Thankfully my parents are coming out in July and I am so looking forward to that. Any decision making can wait until then.

Watch this space! 


Weight loss – it’s a Love/Hate Relationship 

9 Apr


Monday morning 5.30am and my alarm goes off. Right fresh week fresh start. Clean eating and at least 3-4 sessions in the gym this week. That’s my weekly conversation and it’s a battle. My heart is telling me yes girl you got this and my brain is telling me to eat all the food. This has been a struggle for most of my adult life. Eat when I’m hungry, eat when I’m board, eat when I’m sad, eat when I’m happy. 

This is me just over a year ago 

I honestly didn’t see anything wrong at the time. I was working out but my biggest vice was I was eating so badly. Take out a few nights a week, lollies and chocolates in work, biscuits after dinner. I guess in my head I justified that because I was working out I could eat what i wanted. I wasn’t going to loose any weight but if I worked out at least I wouldn’t gain any. 

Then I saw this picture 

I think I was at my heaviest here but again I wasn’t quiet ready to face that I had a problem with my weight. In June we were required to go for medicals for our residency. I remember the doctor telling me to stand on the scales and I was horrified at the number looking back at me. I wanted to cry. I remember the doctor asking me for my weight and I said to him oh can’t you see it, he said no. . .  I knocked about 5kgs off my weight and lied to him. All I could think about was f**k how did it get this bad and why did nobody tell me. More importantly why didn’t I see this in myself.


 At this point I vowed to start cutting the crap, stop blaming anything and everyone and do this for me. 

I guess the biggest eye opener was that sugar film. I watched it with my husband and we both felt sick afterwards. We were heading home in August 2015 and I was determined for the month of July I was going sugar free. Our trainer did a meal plan for us and we followed it to the T. The first week was horrific. I remember the crankiness, headaches and moodiness. But then something changed, the headaches went, my skin looked better and I had more energy. The numbers were dropping on the scales. I was delighted. We went home for three weeks and of course there was plenty of great food and drinks and cakes. Sure we were on holidays -it’ll be grand. Eh wrong came back 3kgs heavier. Oh crap!! 

There was nothing I could do about that so we agreed to move on and get back to the healthy eating. We continued on with the healthy eating, training and even joined a Pilates class. The hardest part for me was when my weight loss stopped and it just stayed and then the scales was telling me I was gaining massive kgs. I have now learnt to ignore the scales and also realised it’s very much broken.    

Then one day my trainer said to me I was going to try some running. No no no my biggest fear. Running. I was like I’m too heavy to run, what if I can’t run what if I fall. And I certainly wasn’t going to run for the first time in my training session. So what did I do. I snuck up to the gym and practiced running and do you know what I absolutely hated it. I couldn’t breath, I wanted to vomit and my legs were aching. But I stuck with it and am proud to say I can now run 5k 

I guess the biggest lesson I have learnt is that everyone falls off the routine every now and again but it’s being able to get back into the routine that is the important part. Being able to enjoy a treat now and again but not scoffing to the point where you’ll be ill. And most importantly learning to love yourself and stop comparing yourself which has taken me oh 30 years to learn. 

Everyone is fighting their own fight you just concentrate on you and let them be them 💕 xox 

From fat to well less jiggly 

29 Nov

So as most of you from July this year I went on a health kick. And when I say health kick I kicked sugar out of my life, did it last long? No. Did I learn from it? Yes. This no sugar came as a result of my residency medical, they weighed me and having to say my weight out loud gave me a kick up the bum.

So going sugar free in July was tough but I saw results. I guess up until then I was of the mentality I work out twice a week I can eat what I want. Wrong! I was just cancelling out the exercise I was doing. We went home for a month and it was dinners out, lunches out you name it I had it and what was my justification? I’m on holidays it’ll be grand. 

Come September I was ready to go again except I plateaued and it got me down big time. I was eating well, increased my work outs to 4 days a week and even started running. Every week Susie my trainer would be like we will get you running and my response would be nah you’re alright we’ll do something else. 

Mark was shedding the pounds at this point and even though we ate the same and workout the same days I was stuck. I wanted to give up at this point and I was angry. So Susie changed my meal plan and the weight started to move again. I still to this point when I look in the mirror don’t see a weight change. I very often compare myself to the state puff marshmallow man. But when I looked at pictures taken at the beginning of the year it’s a massive difference.

I guess I was also one of those people that don’t think they’re that big but looking back my weight was bad. I guess I put a lot of it down to comfort eating due to home sickness and feeling lonely having moved overseas. But that’s not a good reason to eat and I know that now. 

One year ago I couldn’t and wouldn’t run, today i ran a solid 2k in 17mins – yeah little bit proud 😊

So onwards and upwards. 4 weeks until Xmas and that means beach for us out here ☀️. 

Wish me luck xoxo


Excuse me while I go and sell my soul for a snickers. 

13 Jul

So about mid June I got the idea into my head that I was going to go sugar free for the month of July. What do I love? Sugar. When do I want it? Always! 

At first i didn’t think much of it, i figured we had this, how hard can it be giving up sugar for a month. The answer to that question is very. Day one I thought I’d breeze it. Went to my training session and told my trainer all about it. She was great, gave diet tips and food suggestions. Yeah I’ve got this. ( that’s my smug face)

Day 2: I literally felt I’d kill for some sugar. The headaches were like nothing I had experienced. I tried to keep busy and distract myself but it wasn’t working. And the hunger, ohhhhh my god I was so hungry. All I could think about was food. All the food all the time. I just wanted it in my belly. 

 I think the hardest part was getting used to drinking just water, with every meal. Every meal it was the same question, what do you want to drink, and every meal it was the same answer. Day 3-7 still hard but I could feel the sugar leaving my system. I was winning. Hard to stay strong when your work place produces morning teas like this

By the beginning of week 2 I had hit a major slump. For want of a better phrase I was so over this bulls**t. Why was I even doing this. In the first week I lost weight and by week two there was no change. It was so frustrating. I was annoyed with myself. I exercised I ate well and more importantly no sugar. But the scales said otherwise. I wanted to pick it up and throw it out the window. 

I had heard all about that sugar film so I ordered the book and DVD. It arrived last Monday and just in time. I didn’t really know what to expect. We watched the film together and it was just incredible. I never really knew the damage sugar was doing to my body. And what was worse is the guy doing the experiment only ate “healthy” products and low fat foods. I ended up thinking about the film all week.

We are now two weeks off sugar and can honestly say I don’t miss it. I might get the odd craving for some chocolate but it’s nothing some fruit won’t cure. Only 2 1/2 weeks left and here’s hoping we stick with it. So I will have to kiss goodbye to my true love Krispy Kremes and say hello to my skinny jeans 


How about you look after the people that stayed.

14 Jun

Saturday morning 13th June 3015, 6am. I find out from social media that my dad has lost his job. Clerys department store is no more. 440 jobs lost in total. Business sold, staff told to leave, locks changed all in the space of a few hours. I couldn’t quite process what i was reading. Called home with so many questions but the answers couldn’t be given, it was still so fresh for them to process. 

Immediately I began to have flashbacks to September 2012, myself and Mark had just returned to work after a week in Spain. I was on the phone, no doubt getting my ear chewed off me by a customer. My phone flashed up with an SMS it was Mark. Four simple words ” I’ve been let go”. I felt sick. I zoned out of the conversation as a million thoughts ran through my head. When he collected me from work I just cried. Why him, why us. What the f**k were we gonna do. Mark did apply for jobs before we came to Australia but got nothing. Another victim of the recession, another one lost to emigration. 

What makes me laugh about this whole situation is over the last number of weeks the phrase ” Ireland’s on the up” is creeping back in. Bullshit! The governments wonderful ability to massage the figures is working to their advantage. And don’t come to me and say ” ah but it is Sinead”. Sorry but 440 jobs went on Friday. These people have years of service behind them nowhere to go now, mortgages and small kids. I can’t help but feel they are getting the mushroom treatment . . Kept in the dark and fed shit. ( you can thank my mum for that one)

And what’s even more laughable is I’m seeing more and more articles asking about what they can do to encourage people home who emigrated, outrageous suggestions such as offering us money to come home and cheap loans to fly home.  Here’s a suggestion, don’t do anything, how about you look after the people that stayed. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again some of us don’t want to come home, and as devestating as it is for me to admit, my life is better here and I have no plans to return any time soon.

To the government, I suggest you help the people that stayed. They need your support. We are doing just fine out here thank you very much.