OLYMPIC CHAMPION | ENTREPRENEUR | MUM
WELCOME to my site – a place to share and reflect on the life experiences I’ve had as a professional athlete, mum, wife and business owner. A place to share my journey and the amazing people who have helped me get the best out of myself. It’s also a place for random snippets relating to food, family, travel and gear I can’t seem to do without. Enjoy!
Our bub is the size of an eggplant!
Our baby is over 500grams now and about 29cm. I’m so excited to meet the little munchkin that has been kicking and knocking me from the inside all week. Feeling your baby move is such a strange feeling. If anything, it feels like an involuntary muscle twitch - more of a poking involuntary muscle twitch. Anyway, it is always a welcomed and nice surprise and I often find myself giving a poke back to see if ‘it’ will move again. read more…
Our bub is the size of a large mango!
Lot’s of activity in and out of the womb this week. October has so far been a month of awards nights, speaking events, gala dinners and social catch-ups and I must admit, whilst having a few nights on the town has been fun, sourcing outfits for my expanding body has been a little rough and depressing and I’m having a difficult time embracing my new body.
I am a yoga lover. It’s been a part of my routine for over a year now and my body has been thanking me ever since. It’s not just great for my body, but my mind is different with yoga in my life. It’s more clear and more focused. I can relax instantly just by using breathing techniques. It simply de-stresses me so that I feel centred and balanced.
A couple of weeks ago, I booked myself in for a pre-natal yoga class with Ina Becker at Sansara Yoga to start modifying some of the yoga positions for my changing body and expanding belly.
I learned that prenatal yoga is not really different from regular yoga. There are some modifications that can be made once your belly is heavy and in the way, but the biggest thing I took out of the session was the ability to stop, focus on and connect with my growing baby. Life can get busy and I am guilty of cramming as much into my day as I can. My mind jumps from one task to the next, but yoga gives me the chance to stop. Be present. Breathe. Check in with myself and especially at the moment, check in with my growing baby. Even though I can’t see it, I can feel it. I can send it love and nurture it. I can bond and give it my attention and focus. I can give it more oxygen through breath. All good things!
Here’s a few of my favourite poses that just feel sooooooo good right now.
Yoga is for everyone. It doesn’t discriminate. It gives you breath, peace and flow. Those that do it regularly know this… those that don’t, give it a go. You won’t be sorry. xxx
Our bub is the length of a big banana!
It’s happening. My normal sharp, focused brain is switching off. There’s a fog setting in. I was afraid it would be back. At least I’m not alone and it’s known that ‘baby brain’ or ‘mumnesia’ is a common symptom thoughout pregnancy and a few months after birth. The increase in hormones oestrogen and progesterone plus a lack of sleep this week are the real culprits. They’re messing with my neurons. Damn hormones! Or is it that Mother Nature has it’s ways of letting us know what to prioritise? The baby, my family, myself? …. most likely. I think it’s time I checked in for a nice Thai massage (my favourite kind) and just let someone else unwind me for an hour or two. The rest of life’s tasks can just hang ten.
I was a gym snob.
For the last 14 years of my aerial skiing career I have rarely set foot in a public gym other than the ones I’ve used when overseas. I have been fortunate enough to work out in the privacy of the Victorian Institute of Sport (VIS) amongst the best minds in strength and conditioning, sports science, nutrition, physiotherapy and some of Australia’s best elite athletes…the list goes on. Needless to say, I was a massive gym snob.
My experience of using public gyms in the past had left me with undesirable images. Guys staring at their chests and biceps in the mirror, forgetting that their legs were the size of toothpicks. Or of women in full make up cleverly coordinated in the latest gear. Trainers asking me why I do certain exercises. Regular people sipping on protein shakes and amino acids. My thoughts were always, why? What for? I couldn’t understand why non elite athletes were so obsessed with working out? What drove them? read more…