Who’s your Mama?

It’s the eve of kid#1 turning 6. Six freakin years! Where have they gone?

It makes me think though about him and about our family. What an amazing, funny, unique and charming little character he is and his vital role in our funny little band of sailors. And I think about me. The type of mum I have been, the mum I am now and the mum I want to be in the future.

You have to remember that before I threw myself headfirst into changing and saving my life,  I was weak. And very afraid. Of everything. Being a parent was no different.

I think a healthy dose of fear is a good thing in a parent. The constant ‘what if’ and reminder that they really are a big piece of your heart running around in the world on their own inspires care and considerations. But I was too afraid of life.

The fear of not doing well, the fear of him not being ‘perfect’, the fear that my own quirks would somehow splash onto him and mark him too…

I was being interviewed recently and talking about my horrendous old eating habits when the interviewer innocently asked if I was the type of mother who made sure my kids ate well but ate badly myself?

Ummm. No.

I was the bad mummy. My children ate better than I did but we still ate ‘treats’ too often, had brunch dates at fast food places and had dessert every night. My weakness with food was a bad habit being passed down.

But as I changed my own life, without a jolt or any yelling or screaming, I without thinking,  changed my children’s lives too.

I was inactive and rose to the challenge of adjusting to an active life. I ate poorly and rose to the challenge of eating well forever. But most importantly, I was timid, easily swayed and therefore made poor decisions but when challenged, I realised and clarified who I am and what I value most in the world.

My whole life changed then.

I train the way I do because I like it. I eat the way I do because I like it and it helps me train the way I like. And I love the Captain and raise the kids the way I do because I couldn’t have done any of it without their love.


Sailor Vee’s Sweet Chili Lime Chicken

Finally got a new super easy, super tasty recipe for you!


Sailor Vee’s Sweet Chili Lime Chicken – Serves 2

  • 200 grams chicken breast, sliced
  • 5 grams Coconut oil
  • 1 tablespoon fresh coriander
  • 100 grams Red capsicum, sliced
  • 100 grams snow peas, trimmed and sliced
  • 2 tablespoons sweet chili sauce
  • Juice of half a lime
  • Brown rice to serve

Start cooking the rice as per the packet instructions.

Warm the oil in the pan, add the coriander and chicken breast and brown while stirring so that all pieces get coated in the coriander.

Add in the capsicum and continue stirring until it softens.

Add the sweet chili sauce and lime juice and stir well to combine. Reduce the heat and add the snow peas. I usually place the lid back on the pan and leave it alone while I dish up the rice,

For the purposes of this recipe I’ve allowed a 1/2 cup serve of brown rice per person. Top the rice with half of the chicken mixture and enjoy!!

311 calories per serve. (37 grams of carbs, 5 grams of fat, 28 grams of protein)

Buon Appetit,

Sailor Vee

Less Thinking, More Doing

I got an email this week from a reader looking for some advice on where to get started. Or maybe some motivation. Some of the highlights of the email were:

Which leads me to the reason I am writing to you today.

I want to feel that same glow but I can’t seem to get past the following that linger in my head:

I can’t do it
It’s too hard
I can’t stick to it
I like food
I’ve got too much to loose
Etc etc etc but you get my drift

I honestly believe my biggest battle is the battle going on in my head but I have no idea how to stop it.

Which brings me to you.

I’m open to any suggestions you might have for me.

This is my reply:

Thanks for your email and sorry for the slow reply.

This is a hard one for me to answer (which is part of the reason it’s taken me so long)!

I totally get the being held back by your mind-set. Realistically it’s why my weight stayed as high as it did so long after I started feeling unhappy about how I looked.

I’ve heard it said that we are often led to believe that our heads need to be 100% in the right space before we can lose weight. That we need to have concrete answers to all of our excuses and know the ‘why’ of everything.

The truth as I know it is that you need to just freaking do it.

Stop waiting until you have all the answers to the objections in your head. Stop waiting until you ‘feel’ like you can. Just do.

I promise you I do LOVE food more than most people. When you start to eat well you’ll realise how much more you enjoy food than when you are shoving things into your mouth or eating random things without considering whether it’s something you really want. I don’t eat a single thing I don’t like. I make a deal with myself that I’ll try new things but if after a couple of attempts/recipes I’m still not a fan, it’s out.

In fact, looking back it’s clear I didn’t LOVE food in the past. I loved that I could use it to numb sensations (lonely when Captain away working? Order a pizza. Nervous at a party? Hover near food tables etc). Food was a weapon.

You need to work through the process of what you REALLY want and what you are prepared to do to get it. I wholeheartedly hated being obese. It made me scared and sad and ashamed. But I was a food addict who did no exercise. In my first round, I made a deal that I would do the best I could and start each day fresh when I inevitably screwed up. That I wouldn’t throw in the towel.

I was probably one of the worst participants they’ve ever had – but it got me moving a little bit, and eating much better and my life started to improve from there. Bit by bit I started implementing more and more healthy aspects into my life.

On a practical note – the very best thing you can do to start and evaluate your nutrition is TRACK EVERYTHING. Literally. I use http://www.myfitnesspal.com and both access it on the web but have the free app on my phone. I weigh in and record that weight EVERY DAY. And everything that I eat or drink is recorded on there. When you see everything laid out it becomes second nature to consider the calories and nutrition of everything you eat. Self awareness is a big and important step.

I hope that helps. Thanks for asking the questions and all the best for less thinking, more doing!!

Sailor Vee

Sailor Vee’s Chili and Lime Prawns – 242 cals

What’s for dinner? So glad you asked!!


Prawns are absolutely one of my favourite foods, and so good in this Summer weather. Low in fat, high and protein and ….wait, I don’t care – prawns are just awesome.

Try them, I know you want to!
Serves One (too good to share!)
242 Calories – 6 grams carbohydrate/7 grams fat/ 39 grams protein

200 grams fresh prawns (shelled)
1tbs fresh Coriander
1tsp dried chili flakes
Juice of 1 lime
1 Lebanese cucumber
½ tsp organic Coconut Oil

In a bowl, combine the lime juice (reserve a little squeeze), half the coriander and the chili flakes. Add the prawns and toss well. Allow to marinate in the fridge for 30 minutes – 2 hours.
Using a vegetable peeler, slice the cucumber into ribbons.
Heat the coconut oil in a wok until hot. Toss in the marinated prawns and stir regularly until a;most cooked through. Add the cucumber ribbons and remaining coriander and stir well to cook and combine.
Serve in a giant bowl with the last flourish of lime juice on top.
If you want a bigger meal (and have the calories spare), this is great served on brown rice, with a green salad or with some fresh avocado through it!


Unexpected and Unlikely

So, I took the weird and bold step this week of getting a facebook page to match the blog. It’s brand new and shiny, you can see it – here – 

Wonderfully, surprisingly and a little scarily, I already have over 1500 likers in there. It’s cool and I love you all and I hope I can find some interesting stuff to share with you all now! Eek.

I also got a free coupon code to make a facebook ad for the page. It seemed a little wanky to advertise myself but hey, it was free! So I made a little ad. It was a bit like ‘oh hai, I’m okay. Come hang out at my blog if you like. It’s at http://www.sailorvee.com. No pressure’. It needed a picture so I figured I’d continue the massive over-exposure of my body and used this one:

Bella rnd 3 2011 to rnd3 2012

I got an email this morning. My ad had been rejected. Hmph. But it made sense. Most ads don’t allow you to actually use a website address. I went in to remove it and saw that they’d given me the reasoning behind their ruling.

The image of your ad violates our Ad guidelines. 
We don’t accept "before and after" images, and 
your image depicts unexpected or unlikely results.

What the? Unexpected or unlikely?

I see the benefit of Facebook having this rule. I’d hate to see my before and after be used for a crappo ‘magic pill’ or the ridiculous ‘This mom lost 80lbs by following this one simple tip’ ads that seem to be everywhere.

I’m so lucky to be surrounded by close friends who have achieved GREAT things. Bigger weight losses, greater transformations, faster transformations etc. But it sometimes means I forget the magnitude of what I am doing here.

Unexpected or Unlikely.

I like it. It’s a bit of a reminder that what I am working on is not an everyday result. It’s not something that a lot of people have done.

At the end of the day though, my weight loss is not extraordinary and my results really shouldn’t be considered as either unexpected or unlikely.

I’m just a girl, who found her thing. And that thing turned out to be the power I needed to change my whole life. That’s the only unexpected and unlikely part of this whole deal.

And I am grateful every day for it.


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:


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

So, I’ve gone and done something exciting….

I was talking this week with a complete stranger about what my future plans are.

It’s sometimes the best, this speaking to a stranger thing. The people who know and love me are too gentle with me. Afraid to make me feel awkward or hurt me because they know that what happened this year was a horrible way to have left real estate and a career that I loved. That I still really love.

But strangers don’t know this. They know that I’m not currently attached to a high profile company. And that’s it.

So, what are my future plans? As the typical entrepreneur that I am; it’s a multi-pronged attack.

I’m still working very hard on my passion project ‘Catch the Bouquet’. It’s an online store for affordable bridal and evening wear and being the sole trader, sole designer and head honcho of this little gem brings me so much joy. You may have figured out by now that sparkly pretty things are a much valued part of my existence. 🙂

I still have some ties to real estate. I still love it. I’m still great at it. And I never say never. But I am saying ‘not right this second’.

I’ll still be running the blog. Mostly because it’s my clear headspace. It’s where my bottled thoughts can pour out most easily and it appears that this brain spillage is actually amusing/helpful to someone sometimes which makes it doubly worthwhile. I like that I can share the things that have worked for me during my transformation and let you know when things are a little off track. I’ve got plans here for letting loose some more of my recipes and of course, still sharing the journey to the hottest bod I can get with you.

But, I hear you ask, what is the big news??

Today, little old Sailor Vee (who just over a year ago was 112kg and a shell of the person she wanted to be) has signed up to study to become a personal trainer. I’ll be qualified next year.

Um yep. Awesomeness 🙂

The PT qualifications are the first in a long line of study that I want to follow as I move towards my goal of helping people achieve their health, fitness and life goals, however long the road feels in the beginning. And I know how it feels, because I’m still travelling it every day.

So that’s my news. Be prepared for a bright and glorious future. I know I am.

With love and bags of excitement,

Sailor Vee


So close….

I fly out in 48 hours.

It’s hard to accurately convey the level of ‘freaked right out of my skull’ I am.

It’s not about the finale (I do love getting frocked up), it’s not about the workout (whats not to love about jumping around with thousands of sweaty happy people?). It’s not even about the AMAZING TOP SECRET stuff I’ll also be doing while I’m there 🙂

It’s about the kidlets.

Leaving kid#1 and baby kid#2 with my mum for 5 days has me off-the-show nervous. A mum’s head is full of the million tiny bits of information needed to keep it together – and there are only so many lists I can write.

So, like always, I’m off to the gym. Lifting heavy won’t get me organised any faster. But it will make me hotter when I finally get there!

Mwah (and see you soon 12wbt peeps)

Sailor Vee


No idea why I'm sideways! 🙂

Attack of the CBF’s

For the uninitiated, CBF is an acronym (and hopefully slightly less offensive term) for CAN’T BE F#CKED.

I’d love to have been able to tell you that Operation Short Term Hard Core was coming along swimmingly. That I was taking the increased training (including doubling of my cardio), the super strict clean eating rules that I apply to my 12wbt eating plan and the pressure of being so close to attaining my goals – in my stride.

Most of the time, I have been.

Today, I did not.

Today there was a killer attack of the CBF’s. I woke up, got the baby out of bed, changed him and fed kid#1 and kid#2 their breakfast. By fed, I mean cooked and left them with it. Then I went back to bed. CBF getting up right now.

I woke up realising I now only had 15 minutes to get kid#1 ready for school and myself and kid#2 dressed and ready for school drop-off. I toyed with the idea of just not taking the child to school. Home day for everyone. Such was the extent of the CBF.

But I did it. School drop off done. To the gym.

From the moment I had to lever myself out of the car I knew it was going to be a hard slog.

My heart wasn’t in it. I stomped my way through a warm up on the elliptical, tossed out some half-hearted sets of chest and arm weights, had to do my pushups from my knees rather than my toes and generally felt flat and hopeless. After finishing a short session with more cardio for a measly 300-ish calories I left. I just couldn’t shake the CBF’s.

I felt crappy about it all day.

So I went to get a spray tan to trial a colour before the trip to the 12wbt finale. Little known fact: This little Sailor is fair as fair. Like, I’m blue. But blue will not cut it in glamorous Sydney.

Apparently getting a tan is a simple process. Get 99% nude, let a total stranger spray you with tint and then tell you not to sweat, bump or brush past things, let any moisture touch you in any way. For at least two hours.

I suck at spray tans. Or at not ruining them in the LONGEST 2 HOURS EVER.

Actually I made all the marks in the first 20 minutes. It’s not great.

spraytan fail

How to ruin a spray tan in 20 Minutes


But something magical happened in the time I spent trying desperately not to ruin my tan (whilst ruining it anyway). I decided to tell the mental CBF’s to Eff Off.

I went back to the gym. I did a pump class using the heaviest weights I’m capable of. I poured sweat. Then I jumped on my slow cardio machines for another hour. I came out of there just shy of 1000 calories.

Moral of the story? J F D I

Just F#cking Do It.

I won’t wake up everyday wanting to slog it out at the gym. I won’t love every session I do. Hell, I didn’t even remotely like either of my trips to the gym today. But I did it. And consistency will get me everywhere I want to go.

It won’t help my tan though, that’s f#cked.


Sailor Vee

Another man in my life…

My life is full of men. The Captain, kid#1 and kid#2 are the ones it revolves around.

Today, I met another man who is pretty much in charge of everything I do in the next 5 weeks.

Corey is my personal trainer. A proper, fully buff personal trainer.

I’ve never had a trainer before. Other than group class leaders and of course my info from Michelle Bridges on the 12wbt, the only person involved in my health and fitness pursuits was me.

I met with Corey today to make a plan. We had the getting to know you chat and I saw his eyes widen at the idea of me nearly 35kg heavier. “That would’ve been … big”

I told him I would ask the impossible. 5 weeks from today I’ll be in Sydney with my friends celebrating the end of round three of the 12wbt. I’ll be doing a group work-out with THOUSANDS of other people. I’ll be going to an amazing party, wearing a fitted slinky evening dress for the first time since my last school formal (and this dress is in a smaller size too!)

So many of my goals have been met by my own hard work. But a few are missing.

Corey’s mission is to strip off the last of the kilos off me. To get me the muscle definition I desperately want. My part of the deal is to understand that I haven’t given him enough time. To commit to his workout schedule 10000% and to make my diet cleaner than I could ever have imagined.

It’s going to be hard. But I’m ready. And I’m excited to show you the results at the end of it.

Let the brutal games begin!
Sailor Vee