The way things will be…

I’ve written a lot since this blog started about the massive changes in the past year. And a little bit about the disappointing and traumatic exit I was forced to make from my company six months ago. So much has changed in my life that at this New Years end of the year it would be tempting to again look backward and reflect.

But I’m done with that. Here are the Cliff notes:

  • If I work towards my personal goals – I achieve them.
  • Anger (even the justified type) gets you nowhere.
  • Schemers will scheme. Unscrupulous people will be unscrupulous.
  • And if you tolerate their negativity in your life because it suits you, one day it will be targeted at you.
  • Lesson learned. Surround yourself with good, positive people and the world is a different place.

I don’t harbour grudges and never have. See point 2 – anger gets you nowhere. A good inhale/exhale combo and a dose of Sailor Vee (c’est la vie, geddit?) is all you need to start moving forward again.

I’m kicking ass in my personal goals. The things that are important to me are stronger, happier, closer, richer, healthier and more profound than at any other time in my life.

Things are refined, clarified and free of pressure and BS.

I have a good list of goals for 2013. Some for myself, some for my family, some for my business pursuits, some for the universe. But alongside that is the greatest gift that 2012 has given me – strength. In every conceivable manner.

And the innate knowledge that I can do anything.

So I thank 2012 and bid it adieu, 2013 is shaping up to be a glorious year.

Happy New Year my friends,

Sailor Vee xx

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When am I going to be cool enough for jumpsuits?

When you are obese or overweight, there are clothing items you think about wearing but know it’s either an impossibility or just a very very bad idea. As someone with a pretty keen interest in fashion this always irked me. Not enough to make me do anything about it for a long time, but quite a bit. On my list were things that I’ve always thought looked pretty cool. Things like dark wash skinny jeans with flat long riding-style boots over them. And short sparkly dresses.

Clearly I’ve progressed to the stage where these are very happily a major part of my wardrobe.

But also on the wishlist? The flowy jumpsuit. I’m not sure what it is about them! Maybe it’s because I theoretically fit the criteria that they are supposed to suit? I’m tall, broad shouldered, not particularly (or at all) busty but otherwise pretty proportional.

I like the idea of effortless cool. I like the idea of wearing jersey because it feels like pajamas but looks chic. I like the idea of some of these:

jumpsuits

The fear is always there though. What if I look fat? What if it’s a BAD jumpsuit and I look like a poorly stuffed teddy bear?. Like this:

badjumpsuit

It’s the fashion step I haven’t quite managed to take yet. And yes, I’m aware that I could just go and try one on but a) I don’t try things on in shops and b) I never see anything in the same vein that I’d like when I do venture to the shops. I’m an online shopping kinda girl 🙂

On the upside, my endless browsing has led to finding gems like this. Guess what the Captain will get for Christmas if he doesn’t behave…..

jump-suit

Love

Sailor Vee

What’s a Band Wagon without Cyd anyway?

Whatever it is, I’ve pretty much been off it this week.

Way less than awesome food choices, not enough training, too much wine, essentially no water….

And I hate it. I can’t imagine that this used to be my life. So today I’m going back to normal.

Not getting on some freaking wagon though. Walking the walk. This is how I want to live 🙂

Love,

Sailor Vee

PS – The only good band wagon in my vocab is this one:

Band Wagon movie poster

Cyd Charisse and Fred Astaire together = bliss 🙂

Mainly because of this gorgeous creature who I wanted (and still want) to be when I grew up – Cyd Charisse. This was a kick-ass lady with LEGS and who knew how to use them 🙂

Cyd and Mr. Astaire

Cyd and Mr. Astaire

This is what I imagined I'd do for a living as a child. Sit around between takes looking glamourous :)

This is what I imagined I’d do for a living as a child. Sit around between takes looking glamorous 🙂

Legs! She had fantastically strong dancer's legs & wasn't shy about getting them out. Love her.

Legs! She had fantastically strong dancer’s legs & wasn’t shy about getting them out. Love her.

My heart hurts for Newtown

I sat down at my computer to write a post early the other day and as I always do, I quickly scanned the news website. I felt sick to my stomach.

The Newtown school massacre is one of the most horrific things I’ve ever imagined. I decided not to write for the day. Somehow recipes and squats and my little life seemed too small…

Now, I feel torn between ranting about what could be done to prevent this in the future and just holding my babies and being sad about the world they are growing up in.

The ranting side?

As an Australian, I simply cannot fathom the ease of which guns and ammunition can be purchased in the US. It blows my mind. Guns in a department store? Guns online? It seems like a joke.

I’m not anti-gun ownership. I’m not anti-hunting or anti-recreational shooting. But I am pro gun control. I’m pro having rules about them and I feel strongly that there are some types of weapons that NO ONE needs to have in their home for personal use.

I say this because in 1996 a man killed 35 people in a cafe less than an hour from my house. Our government responded with changing our gun control laws. In the 18 years before the Port Arthur massacre, Australia had 13 mass shootings. Since then there have been none.

Port Arthur may very well still have happened, but maybe less people would have lost their lives if the killer wasn’t able to spray dozens of bullets at the speed of sound.

It saddens me that reports out of the US say that even AFTER the Sandy Hook school shooting, polls shows that far less than 50% of Americans feel that stricter gun controls are needed.

In the decade after Australian gun laws were changed in 1996 our rates of firearm homicide dropped by 59% and firearm suicide dropped by 65%. That’s a lot of families who still have their loved ones.

I love this blog post with ideas of how simple changes could be effected in the US without impeding the gun owners but increasing safety.

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And the part of me that wants to shut up and cuddle my children?

I’m not an expert. I’d never profess to be. I’m a mum.

Kid#1 is exactly the same age and in the same class as the 20 children whose lives were taken. It terrifies me to think that. That someone would hurt them and that their gorgeous young lives have ended so cruelly early. I hurt for their parents. I hurt for their siblings.

I hurt for the teachers and teacher’s aides who died trying to save the children. I can’t imagine the terror or bravery required in their final moments.

My heart just hurts.

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Love,

Sailor Vee

In Sickness and in Health

So I’ve been sick this week.

The sort of odd lingering sick that started as a sore throat, a weird taste in my mouth and an upset tummy – and that’s even before it turned nasty. I was in pain and no-one had a real clue what was going on. Maybe it was bad indigestion (so I ate two tubes of Quickeze), maybe it was gastro (or maybe the diarrhoea was caused by eating all the Quickeze?!?) to diet pill abuse (more on this later) and then potential kidney failure.

Fun times.

So, the diet pill abuse suggestion has been a low-light on an otherwise already pretty lame week. I went to a new GP early on in the sickness with a weird taste in my mouth and a pretty sore and upset tummy. Vague chats, no ideas offered until she saw that my last recorded weight at that clinic was over 100kg. And that I was prescribed a pretty shady diet pill at that appointment. So the questions started.

What do you weigh now? – 71kg

So you’ve lost all of that weight since last time you were here? – Yes. It’s been a year.

How many (insert brand name) pills are you taking a day? – (Insert my politely puzzled face)

The pills? I can see where they were prescribed here? Where did you get the repeats?

This is where I had to spend about 15 minutes convincing this person who knows nothing about me that isn’t on a chart that while yes, the drugs were prescribed to me, I lasted less than a week on them before flushing them. This particular diet pill is essentially speed. It made my heart race, my palms sweat, any notion of sleep impossible and made it SUPER CLEAR that I should not and would not be in charge of my then newborn and young child while on it. Maybe my reaction was out of the ordinary , but some quick googling says no.

But New Doctor, feeling all proud of her detective skills is sure that the only way I could have lost 41kg is with these evil things. And that I’m now lying about it. Awesome.

So the questions circle round and around. By the time I’ve explained what I eat, how often I work out, my understanding of my previous and current BMI and the ins and outs of every weigh in this year – she lets it go.

I was angry. I was being judged on who I used to be. I wanted to make a bigger deal of how wrong she was, point out how hard I’ve worked to save my life and why. But I didn’t. I accepted that on her chart, I may very well be the same sad, desperate fat girl looking for the easy out. The girl who was prepared to do anything BUT change her life. It’s like an old photo – you can’t change them, but you can use them to reflect upon.

PS – She still has no idea why I’m sick. And now I’m not a secret junkie, she’s bored with me and tells me to take more Quickeze.

I leave, with my stomach churned up more than it was as I went in. I take some time to think this through and decide that being incorrectly called a diet pill abuser is a compliment. Taking a leaf out of my darling friend Cathy’s book actually. Her AMAZING before and after photos were posted on a facebook page once and almost immediately there was the insinuation that the photos were fakes because the transformation was too dramatic. Lesser mortals would be hurt or offended. Cathy’s take – it’s a compliment. It means that what we have achieved is so awesome it’s beyond what those people can even imagine. And I can be okay with that. And a better GP.

I’m getting better. I’ve seen another doctor and now a naturopath as well. It was a shock to the system being unwell after having nothing more than minor sniffles for the last twelve months. Who’da thunk eating well, moving your ass, reducing stress and having a better outlook on life would make a person so damn healthy?

I was well enough to go back to the gym today for a pretty cruisy session and I’m glad I did. I don’t exercise for any other reason than I love it at the moment. I feel better when I do and looking better is a bonus. It’s a mad mad crazy change from a year ago huh?

People know your name, not your story. They’ve heard what you’ve done, but not what you’ve been through.  So take their opinions of you with a grain of salt.  In the end, it’s not what others think, it’s what you think about yourself that counts.  Sometimes you have to do exactly what’s best for you and your life, not what’s best for everyone else.

**Great thought for the day from the great blog Marc and Angel

Cheers!

Sailor Vee

Starving???? Then get what you need.

This new life as a fit and healthy person sometimes takes me by surprise.

The other day, I found myself truly, deeply, out of my mind hungry. The type of hungry that in the olden days would have seen a binge close on the horizon.

But without having to fight, I just nutted out what I needed. What I was actually hungry for. There was a clear need for red meat, a hankering for spice but overall the ‘need’ I was feeling most was for volume (I wanted to eat a large helping) and especially for comfort food.

So in about three minutes, I devised and cooked this:

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So easy, delicious, nutritious and exactly what I needed. Now, I could have eaten something else or what was planned out for my night but it wouldn’t have filled this need. Learning to cater to my body’s needs while still making great decisions is a big step – and I love that it becoming second nature to me now.

But what’s in the bowl??

Sailor Vee’s Ginger Soy Skippy

100 grams kangaroo fillet – finely sliced
1/2 a red onion – finely diced
1/4 red capsicum – diced
1 cup fresh baby spinach
1 packet slim pasta – prepared as packet
1tsp dried ginger
1Tsp crushed ginger
2Tbsp salt reduced soy sauce

In a frying pan, fry the garlic and ginger until fragrant. Add the onion, capsicum and then kangaroo and cook till cooked through.

Add in the noodles and spinach toss well as spinach wilts.

Add in the soy sauce and continue mixing through.

Pour into a massive bowl and enjoy!

Nom Nom,

Sailor Vee