Recently I reviewed my health goals to check in if I have been staying true to my 2016. I asked myself a lot of questions as to what I was doing well and where I could improve. Here are some of the tips that I believe will help us all stay true to our health goals. 1. At the end of your day, empty your mind of what you need to do. This will let you sleep better. 2. Clean your kitchen sink so that when you wake up in the morning you have a shiny sink to greet you!
**UPDATED June 24, 2017. This post contains affiliate links [wc_divider style=”image” line=”single” margin_top=”” margin_bottom=”” class=””][/wc_divider] My post partem depression trigger In January 2008 my second child was born. After the birth I felt fantastic. I was even into my pre-pregnancy clothes by my 6 week follow up appointment. The day before the 6 week appointment, tragedy struck and a girlfriend who I met in prenatal classes with for our first children (who are exactly one week apart) died during a routine C-section. This experience sent me into a deep depression and it took some friends I saw daily to suggest
In my part of the world, Halloween is all about dressing up and getting candy! I can hardly wait – oh boy!! Our school has started to collect hard candies. The idea is that the candy is sent to less fortunate countries where they only have rice to eat and their palates are not as well-rounded as ours. The theory is that the sugar in the candy will stimulate the taste buds. I’m not sure I agree or fully understand it but I’m happy to get rid of the hard candies and the children are in agreement so it’s win-win
While we were on vacation, my little guy got bitten by a bee – right on his ankle bone. He screamed really loud so I knew it hurt! That sucker went right through his sock and around a running shoe to get him, too. Thankfully he doesn’t appear allergic and a little Tylenol, baking soda paste on the area and cuddles helped to calm him down and get the pain under control. The most heart breaking part was his “Why would it do that? I wasn’t bothering him!”. Now whenever a wasp or bee comes around we are all a
I absolutely must read before bed. Otherwise my brain keeps on thinking and no matter how tired I am it just keeps going and going and going. Reading slows me down; my breathing, my thoughts, my actions. I get ready for bed by brushing my teeth and putting on comfy pajamas and then I prop myself up against pillows and slip between my bedsheets. It is so soothing. I put on a good lamp or two (or some nights when I am tired, three) and read away. I like to get a few hours in before turning off the airport
As the years roll by birthdays have a tendency to blur together and some of the excitement gets deflated. For me that is the case at least. Sharing a birthday with a little child, however, can make it fresh and exciting again. Take my birthday, for instance. It’s today. Last night after the kids went to bed I was reading. Around 10PM I hear my daughter Ava (4 years old) get up. In her half-asleep state she told me, “We coloured cards for your birthday! Can we give them to you now?”. Me ~ “My birthday tomorrow so let’s open them
I love the summer. It’s so easy to hop in the car and head out for the weekend. I regularly visit my parents who are 1.5 hours drive away. They have a pool and it’s great for getting the kids tuckered out and for me to get some exercise while playing with them. It’s a sacrifice on my part, I know, but I’m willing to do it for the children. I realise that I have not been posting as regularly as I’d like. I find that I’m spending a lot of time catching up on 600+ blog posts from fantastically
I should be working out right now. I could go to my gym (but I have no work out buddy and really don’t like going by myself). I could be doing the workout video that I told my husband I would go upstairs to do (3 Mile walk with Leslie Sansone that I like to do but really can’t seem to motivate myself to get up and start). Instead I am reflecting on my lack of personal motivation and wallowing in my highest weight of my life (other than when I was pregnant). I feel disgusting and this leads to
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