Friday, November 30, 2012

#OperationMOVE - This is why.

Back at the start of Spring I set myself a goal. I wanted to be able to run around the lake (6kms) a couple of times a week by today.

Instead I discovered that running outdoors wasn't the great chore I imagined, it is in fact something that I have grown to love. I've not run around the lake in one go at all, but I am doing 10km stretches of intervals (for a total of 7.5kms actual running time) and I am ready to step it up a level.


And here is one of the reasons I love using Runkeeper to track my activities:

My pace and endurance have improved enormously, and so has my sense of self.

I spent a lot of my life exercising to punish my body for what I had consumed.

Today I exercise to reward it with strength and that amazing high I feel when I've smashed out a personal best.

Some days are a real struggle and I wonder if it is worth it. Then I look at how far I have come and I know I deserve to feel this good about myself. I have earned it.

What changes do you see and feel as result of #OperationMOVE? Will you be joining us for the Silly Season? If so make sure to pop in tomorrow as I'm launching the Summer program with some exciting new changes in place!

This is where we stood at the end of last week. The final tally for November will be released tomorrow along
with our RedBalloon winner for the month!

It's the final check in for the Spring series, so tell me your numbers!

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Half a lifetime...

I changed schools at the end of year 11. On my first day of Year 12 a girl came up to me nervously and said 'I think I kissed your boyfriend'.

As it turned out, although we'd broken up since she had in fact kissed him while we were together. The difference between him and her is that he was one of those guys and she didn't know he had a girlfriend. That and she actually told me about it.

2002ish. Back when cameras mostly used film. Old school.
The other difference is that I haven't seen that guy in close to two decades. I see her at least once a week. We moved just down the road from her. She has been my other sister... Truly the family that I got to choose (although I really love the three sisters that I didn't choose too). She is godmother to my children, because I trust her and she loves them like we do.

With our Big Boy when he was a very very little boy <3
For half of my life she has been my rock. When I broke up with boyfriends she was there to tell me that they sucked anyway. When I got married she was my maid of honour. When my babies were born she was one of the first we called and to come and meet them. When things get tough she is always there, no matter what is going on in her own life.

My youngest and her eldest are six weeks apart in age. I love that they will grow up together and while I'm not looking forward to the inevitable barneys between them as life rolls on I am so happy that theirs will be a lifetime friendship.

The next generation...
She's expecting her second baby any day now, and I am so excited that this time I can actually be here for her and help out in a way I couldn't when we lived so far apart.

I talk about the people I love a fair bit here. And when she has our her baby I've no doubt it will feature as well, because already I love him or her with all my heart.

Some friendships last a season. Some last a decade. Others last for life and I am blessed to be part of one.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Buff & Polish - aka The Tightarse Guide to the Home Dayspa

My last experience of a day spa was a long time ago. 2004 to be precise, when I spent a day being pampered with my beautiful butterfly friend just prior to her wedding.

That's a really long time between professional polishes huh?

I'm a bit of an expert at the DIY version though... And because my budget doesn't stretch to posh gear I have a whole body polish system going that I don't need to spend a cent on. I thought I'd share in case you haven't seen any day spa action lately either.

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For a Buff Bod:

Sugar is your friend. No really.

Grab a cup and fill it about a third with normal boring white refined sugar. You can use caster sugar if you prefer.

Splodge in a decent dollop of whatever moisturiser you have handy. Sorbolene works great! Mix them together, jump in the shower and give yourself a good rub down all over for the cheapest and easiest body exfoliant ever.

Great one for pre fake tanning by the way! Helps your tan last longer and go on more evenly too.

If you have time (and no kids harassing you) run a gorgeous bath and pour in a good cup or more of full cream milk. If you have a fave aromatherapy oil at hand add a couple of drops of that too and soak like you think you're Cleopatra. Good for the soul as well as the skin.

Sparkling Skin:

If you have sensitive skin you might wanna skip this. I do it once a week or so but wouldn't any more than that.

Grab a cup or shallow bowl and pop a couple of tablespoons of plain baking soda in it. Add enough water to make a thick paste.

While you are in the shower, gently massage the paste over your face (being careful to avoid the eye area) then rinse thoroughly.

Mmmm soft skin. Nice.

If you love a face mask, try mashing half an avocado and mixing it with a teaspoon of honey then apply to your face. Leave on for ten minutes then rinse.

Follow up with lashings of your fave moisturiser.

Fabulous Feet:

I love doing this on child care days when I have a spare half hour. So relaxing and makes me feel like I'm cherishing myself a little. My feet take an absolute pounding and deserve to be looked after. So do yours!

Grab a decent sized tub (that will fit both feet in). Get an old towel and put it on the floor in front of your comfiest chair and near your telly/laptop/bookcase.

Fill the tub around half way (depending on its size) with warm water and put it on the towel.

If your kids have marbles go grab a bag and empty them into the tub, along with a cup of milk.

Stick your feet in the tub, sit back and relaaaaaaxxxxx a spell. Roll the marbles around with your feet for some sweet massagesque action.

If you're motivated, seal the deal with a good moisturizing product and a lick of nailpolish when you're all relaxed and the water has started to cool.

Voila. Cheap, easy and lovely right?

Do you have any great DIY day spa tips?

Monday, November 26, 2012

Conversations with my son.

On the way home from child care the other day my Little Mate was full of chat.

He'd had a great day and wanted to make sure I knew about it.

After telling me who changed his nappy and about the green bike that he loves the best, we had the following conversation about his favourite buddy:

LM: Mummy I go see Opo?
K: Yes, you can see Opo one day.
LM: Yeah Tuesday!
K: Maybe
LM: I wanna see Opo yesterday!
K: We'll see Opo sometime soon okay?
LM: No wuhwees darying.

Oh my heart.

My boy has made such great leaps since he started in care. His speechie has sessions with him there fortnightly but it is more than that. His eye contact has improved markedly. He initiates conversations. He warms up to new people more quickly. He even gave my gorgeous friend Suz a high five the other day at the end of an event and it was the first time he had met her!

I sometimes miss these developments because I spend every day with him, but every now and then I am struck by the changes that are happening. He still has some tough days at care but overall he loves it and is thriving. It was a very good decision despite my early misgivings.

That conversation wouldn't have happened six months ago. Not even three months ago.

My little boy is growing up. These gains are hard earned, and I could not be prouder of him.

Friday, November 23, 2012

#OperationMOVE: Maintaining Motivation when the Season gets Silly

I have no idea where this year has gone. None at all.

I do know that December means parties and barbecues and all sorts of fun stuff and that it would be very easy to just 'take a month off'. The problem with that is of course a month would become two months, then three, then I'd have to start all over again.

I've worked too hard for that. So have you.

I asked last week if anyone would be keen to continue on with #OperationMOVE through the coming months and got a resounding yes from most of you, which has given me a great big happy!

Every time I think I can't be bothered going for a run and I'll catch it up later, I think of you all and how underwhelmingly inspirational of me that would be, and I just do it. It is YOU that keeps me moving, and I hope you are all feeling the same!

So next week we'll have our final check in for the month (time to get your skates on if you have some catching up to do!) and I'll be launching #OperationMOVE for the Silly Season.

I have some really exciting changes to share that will hopefully make it easier to keep going during a really busy time of year for most of us. I'd love to see Summer be our best combined effort yet, so if you know of anyone who could benefit from joining us please send them this way!

In the meantime, CHECK IN! Please leave your achievements for the week in the comments and I'll be loading up the pretty table around 8.30 tonight.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

When it isn't just the baby blues...

Hindsight is a very fine thing.

If you had asked me up until quite recently what my personal experience of depression was, I would have told you I hadn't any.

I would have been lying, albeit inadvertantly.

I've very recently been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and minor depression, and am being treated for these. But the thing that has occurred to me is that this isn't the first time I have felt like this.

I don't do pregnancy well. In particular that of my third baby was incredibly difficult. My normally extroverted self turned into a hermit. Leaving the house felt like a massive effort and even talking to my friends put such a strain on me. Had it not been for needing to chase my other two children around I'd never have gotten out of bed at all.

At the time I put it down to hormones, tiredness, all that fun stuff. In hindsight I see there was more to it than that... I do not cope with the loss of control over my body that comes with pregnancy and whilst I envied those glowing goddesses who made it look easy, aside from the beautiful baby kicks I hated it and myself a great deal.

Postnatal depression is (thankfully) widely known about these days. Antenatal depression not so much. And with the knowledge I now have of myself, I think it is safe to say that I had it.

I am one of those people who adores having a newborn. Possibly because the hormonal shift meant that those feelings of misery and inadequacy left within days of the birth. I find caring for a very new baby far easier than coping with being pregnant, and these days I am pretty sure that is as much due to the improvement in my headspace as much as adoration for tiny new beings.

This week is about raising awareness of postnatal depression in our society. I'd like to think we can raise awareness of antenatal depression also... not all expectant mothers glow, and even those that do may have lost some of their inner shine. Take the time to talk to your friends and loved ones and seek help where it is needed.

This week is Postnatal Depression Awareness Week. You can find out more about the signs, symptoms and how we can help raise awareness at the PANDA website.

Friday, November 16, 2012

#OperationMOVE - Where do we go from here?

So when I launched Operation MOVE back in September my plan was to run it for three months then let it go.

I didn't know how big a positive impact it would have on me, not only in terms of my own motivation but in the feeling of community and support it has created.

So I'm at a bit of a crossroads and would love your thoughts.

I'm thinking about extending it for the Summer months as well, and maybe changing it up a little.

Some of the ideas I'm tossing around include:

* An optional fitness test to be done at the start of each month.

* The option of including a weigh in component for those who have weight loss goals.

* A range of goal setting options that people can choose from such as minutes of exercise, kilometre goals for running, walking, swimming or cycling, a calories per week goal...

* Setting a time each week for #OperationMOVE chat on Twitter.

* Some possible real life get togethers?

So what do you think? Are you keen to continue over the coming months? What would help motivate and encourage you?

If there's a blank next to your name please fill me in! :D

#OperationMOVE is proudly sponsored by RedBalloon with thanks to Digital Parents Collective

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Wordless Wednesday: In an Aussie Country Garden

I seem to be forever filling Instagram with photos from our garden. I am a pretty rubbish gardener to be honest, but even I know that we have been so lucky that the previous owners had a love of colour and design and far greener thumbs than mine.

Every single week something new is in bloom, there must be millions of bulbs out there. It makes me so happy, so I thought I'd share a selection (or a zillion).

I'm linking up with Trish over at My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday :)

Monday, November 12, 2012

Letting go and freaking out.

I've been a bit more anxious than usual lately. Partly because I'm about to hop on the medication roundabout again and hope this time nothing super weird happens. But mostly because we're coming up to a new transition period and it makes me nervous in a way I never was with my older children.

My Little Mate will be going to kinder next year.

He is going to a little one attached to a specialist school where his needs can be met and the teachers all have a strong understanding of what those needs can be. There are a number of other children with autism attending, and I suspect a number of other parents quietly starting to freak out like I am.

The thing is, he's transitioned so well to child care. He's made some enormous leaps and it has been a brilliant experience for him. I've sent kids to kinder before with not a qualm. Why is it so hard to let this boy go?

Maybe because unlike my other children, this transition will not come easily to him.

Maybe because I know that if something happens, my other kids can stick up for themselves.

Maybe because I do not want to ever put my son in a position where he could be the object of ridicule... and while that will never happen at the kinder or the school if he goes there, it is symbolic of the whole world. Of his moving out of my arms and into the world and my inability to protect him from it.

I know I need to let go, and that my boy needs to learn to function in society without me. I WANT him to. I want him to be as independent as possible and to have friends and joy and laughter. I want so much for him.

But he will always be my baby, in a way that the others will not. Because he IS different. He is open and loving and sweet. He is innocent. He is my little boy.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Good Oil.

I'm one of those people who has great intentions when it comes to supplements. I buy them and think that will sort out my various complaints or niggles. The problem is I don't necessarily remember to actually TAKE them, and it turns out just owning them doesn't make a difference at all!

That said, since I've been pushing my body to perform I have become quite religious about taking my supps. In particular I take magnesium every day to help with muscle support (I get quite crampy legs at night if I forget) along with fish oil for the Omega-3 benefits. I also use protein powder after a run and do feel the difference in terms of muscle recovery on the days that I don't.

I first heard of Krill Oil a number of years ago. I remember thinking it would be great for the Supertrucker. I read a bit about the benefits as opposed to regular fish oils (particularly in regards to heart health and cholesterol) and decided I'd get hold of some for him. I went to our local pharmacy and found only one brand available, and it was prohibitively expensive. I then went on to find out a bit about the ecological concerns around krill and decided to let it go.

Over the years in between the availability of krill oils has increased, but I still felt a little iffy about the enviromental impact and didn't do anything about it. And then my friends at Blackmores (who I've worked with a number of times now and love to pieces) got in touch to let me know about their new Eco Krill product.

Blackmores Eco Krill has all the benefits associated with taking krill oil including supporting brain, heart and eye health. But the great news is that it is also the only krill oil available in Australia that has been certified as sustainable by the Marine Stewardship Council (MSC).

From the Blackmores website:

Krill plays an important role in the ocean and is a food source for many ocean creatures such as whales, seals and penguins. That’s why it is important to ensure the sustainability of krill in our oceans. Blackmores has a commitment to achieve the highest environmental standard of sustainable sourcing. Blackmores has been independently assessed to meet the MSC standards to ensure our Eco Krill is only sourced from certified sustainable fisheries.

* You can find an interesting article on the benefits of krill oil vs fish oil here too.

So long story short (too late?) Blackmores kindly sent me their Eco Krill Oil to try for myself, and I've actually been remembering to take it! Well, that is to say I HAD been taking it every night until my face exploded (fear not, I'd been taking the krill for a few weeks before that happened). I took a few days off everything out of sheer nerves to be honest but am back on the good oil again now.

In the days that I wasn't taking any supplements I did feel quite different within myself... more than I imagined I would actually. Certainly my muscles and joints were protesting more than usual, especially overnight. And my memory was shot to pieces, but that's not terribly unusual for me sadly.

Blackmores would like to share the benefits of Eco Krill Oil with one of you as well, and are giving away a one year supply valued at $300 to a lucky reader!

To enter, please leave a comment telling me why you'd benefit from this great prize then use the widget below to register your entry.

This is a game of skill and is open to Australian residents. The competition closes at 5pm on Sunday 18th November (AEST) and the winner will be notified by email.

Good luck!

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Friday, November 9, 2012

#OperationMOVE - Realistic Goals

You know that one where you set yourself a really hefty goal because you are a bit overexcited about what you've achieved so far? I may have done that I think.

I've committed to 1000 minutes and 150kms for November. In fairness I based that on my minutes achieved in October and the fact that I did 124kms last month as well. So you know, totally doable right? Right!

But. I forgot to factor in a birthday. And I couldn't have anticipated that my face would explode or the physical and emotional fallout from that little misadventure. Nup, did not see that one coming at all.

So I've been feeling a bit under the pump this week. Not entirely a bad thing as it got me out the door for a few shorter runs and walks, but it's not nice feeling behind the 8 ball either.

I contemplated changing my goal, but then I remembered about shit getting real. So instead I am going to leave it and I am going to try my damnedest to reach it. But if I don't, I won't beat myself up unnecessarily either. I will simply try again next month.

Because as much as we all have our own goals in mind, the real winners here are ourselves for simply putting ourselves first and making exercise a part of our lives again. This isn't a race, it isn't a sprint... this is a long term commitment to my health and fitness (and I hope some of you are feeling the same way about it).

Now for our check ins, I have a new plan. On Friday nights when hopefully most have you have checked in I will add the table to this post. I think this is the best way to get a really accurate idea of how we are doing. It has been driving me nuts being a week behind! (Yes yes, control issues I know!).

So please leave your check in for November to date in the comments and come back later tonight to see how we are all faring!

#OperationMOVE is proudly sponsored by RedBalloon with thanks to Digital Parents Collective

PS. Congratulations Kelly, who won the gorgeous in home massage and facial for October thanks to RedBalloon!

First draft - I'll do a final update tomorrow so make sure to check in please!
I'll get rid of the dodgy spellcheck lines too!! ;)

Thursday, November 8, 2012

The Day My Face Exploded

A month or so back I shared that I've not been doing so great lately.

Sure I've been getting a bit more sunshine, and loads of exercise. Let's be honest I've been running like my life depends on it, and some days it feels like it does. I've popped all the good supplements and done all the 'right' things to help get my head right again.

But there comes a time when you realise that crying for 45 minutes because you run out of the right coloured pegs to match with the clothes that you are hanging on the line is not indicative of great mental health. I could procrastinate no longer, and made an appointment that made me feel like I was having a heart attack just thinking about it.

Still. The day came. Our lovely country doctor listened to me, he asked questions, he told me I was doing all the 'right' things and sometimes the 'right' things just are not enough. He prescribed me antidepressants that also target anxiety and OCD behaviours and I was sad, happy, relieved and hopeful. I knew the meds would take a fortnight or so to have any noticeable affect, but I was happy to have a plan.

Then, a few days after I started taking them, my face blew up.

Actually it started with a rash down the side of my face and my neck. Colourless lumps under the skin that itched like buggery. Over the course of an afternoon the rash spread from my scalp to my waist and in my life I have never been so itchy. I was convinced I had brushed up against a weird plant or something and that it would go away by morning. It didn't. Overnight my face felt so hot and tight and I had trouble sleeping.

The next morning I looked like this:

Just call me Puff Mummy. Who knew even noses and eyelids could swell?

I Dr Googled. I wept. My little two freaked out and were very upset. My big boy thought it was hilarious. My big girl didn't look at me at all.

The Supertrucker took the day off to get me to the doctor as I could not see properly. The GP saw me straight away, identified it as a rare reaction to the new medication and prescribed me steroids to help with the swelling.

It's been a few days now, and I'm starting to see myself in my face again. My big girl has been incredibly distressed, crying because I don't look like her Mum. I don't care much for it either, and am so shocked having not had a known allergy (aside from avocado which is more an intolerance) in my entire life. Oh look. I am the 1%.

The first ever completely non surgical eyelift in 24 hours!
No wrinkles! Sadly, no other features either.
Thanks to my gorgeous friend Glowless for pointing out the upside ;p 

Here's a bizarre fact. If you go for a run while your face is double its normal size, you can feel your whole face dragging up and down with every step. It is weird. And not really nice!

So anyway, after screwing up my courage and making that first appointment I am heading back next week by which time I'll hopefully look and feel a bit more like myself and we can try and find an alternative that doesn't turn me into the Michelin Man. I am even more nervous because a week of scratching my face off hasn't done a whole lot for my confidence... but I live in hope.

Do you have allergies? I have a whole new appreciation for families that live with them now!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

A letter to my daughter on her second birthday.

My darling girl.

Today we celebrate the anniversary of your birth. And what a birth it was.

I don't know where the years are going. It feels like yesterday that I was the size of a house and so anxious for you to finally be born. And here you are, a little person. A sparkling, cheeky, happy, vivacious little girl running rings around all of us!

The past month you have started using sentences and telling us lots of funny things. At the moment you start nearly every sentence with 'Cannae'.

'Cannae havva dellymite sanwhich?'

'Cannae want a drinka milk!'

'Cannae havva cuddles Mummy?'

It fills my heart to bursting.

Your favourite song is Old McDonald, although you've not quite mastered the words yet. Your little big brother always chimes in with the 'E I E I O's when you sing 'Donnie Eena Eyema Pig'.

You also love Twinkle Twinkle and when you do the actions it makes me laugh every time. The concentration on your face as you make the diamond is so lovely. We sing Twinkle Twinkle when it is time to do our teeth and it has made brushing a lot easier. We can thank your Aunty Del for the Twinkle Teeth trick!

You love your best friend M so much. You talk about her a lot and seeing her at child care two days a week makes you so happy. You have a great time there and have taken to getting upset when it is time to go home! I love your independence, but I love that you still need lots of cuddles with me as well.

Sometimes I get a little glimpse of the bigger girl to come. When you are focussing on doing puzzles, when you are drawing... for a moment I see a flash and I know that the time will come oh so quickly.

You are adored by your family. You have a red hot temper and in many ways are so similar to your biggest brother. You have a strong personality and are very quick to laugh (or cry).

My baby girl. No matter your age you will always be our baby, so forgive me if I cling too hard to these precious days. Forgive me the millions of photos, the endless kisses and the long tight cuddles. You are growing up so fast you see, and your Mummy wants to hold her little girl for as long as she can.

Happy birthday my darling heart. I love you to the moon and back.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Mad Skillz you won't find on my résumé.


In the many years I have been at home, I have developed some awesome skills. Sadly I don't know that employers are looking for my particular skill set, but maybe they should be?

* Expert nappy changer in challenging situations - eg car boot, car bonnet, playgrounds, prams. Also a master of the pin/whip/replace/tuck school of wriggly toddler changing.

* Able to jog 8kms in an hour while pushing shit up hill 40kgs worth of children and pram in a variety of geographical conditions.

* Excellent multitasker with particular skills in the arena of cooking dinner whilst conversing with the husband, playing with Little Miss Thing and making animal noises with the Little Mate.

* Capable of existing on less than 6 hours broken sleep for apparently years at a time.

* Organic grower, producer and nurturer of small people.

Which mad skills won't make it to your resume?

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Learning Curve

When I was at high school a million years ago, I dreamed of being a journalist. Life being what it is, that didn't happen and I ended up studying education instead.

Today I am glad. I have learned yet again that I am simply not thick skinned enough. I am in fact quite a sensitive soul it would appear, and I'll not apologise for that. I am quite capable of firing up when need be to support and advocate for the needs of my children, but generally I'm pretty easy going and open to new ideas, discussion and open debate.

My letter to PR's from earlier in the week was picked up by another site yesterday, and Twitter decided to give me hell about it. Naivete your name is Kate.

Once I'd recovered my composure a little (sensitive, like I said) a quite interesting discussion eventuated about the terminology gap between mainstream media and blogging. Out of this came the suggestion that the blogosphere needs a regulatory body similar to ACMA, an idea I absolutely support and that has been discussed fairly regularly around the traps of late although to the best of my knowledge nothing is actually in the works as yet.

I do want to address a couple of issues that came up repeatedly.

Yes, I incur costs in running this blog although the platform I use in itself is free. I paid for the design of the blog itself, I pay a monthly fee to a number of businesses for services including the program I use for scheduling updates across my social media networks, the third party app I use for Facebook and promotion of posts and the blog itself.

Generally speaking, in any given month the income I receive related to administration will go close to covering these fees. Occasionally it will fall short, other times it will exceed. Swings and roundabouts. If I were to expect it to also cover the time I spent writing posts, promoting them, communicating with the PR's involved and curating entries I'd be working for about $1 an hour. I don't expect that because I choose to work with brands and that is part and parcel of it.

Again speaking generally, sponsored post fees (which are tiered very differently) are income and I declare them as such.

The term 'admin fee' appears to be the crux of the issue. If I were to call it something else (bearing in mind that I disclose ALL payments and my readers are fully aware of them) would that solve the issue? Maybe. Maybe not. If all reviews were labelled as 'advertorial' would that be clearer, even though I do not use or regurgitate press releases and include our own experiences?

It is an area worthy of discussion. Civil debate is possible and valuable.

This? Not so valuable. Attacking my personal integrity? Not so valuable.

I would be genuinely interested in taking the discussion further, but given the endless circular argument about disclosure and bloggers that always seems to degenerate into stone throwing, it would be nice to think this could happen without anyone feeling belittled or attacked. Which is exactly how I have felt.

I do not blog as a money making venture, but I do appreciate the opportunity to cover my expenses and occasionally add to the family income.

I blog because I love the community I have here. I blog because I am motivated and inspired by my fellow #OperationMOVE crew and I'm proud to provide a space for that. I blog because without the support of the blogosphere I do not know how I would have coped with my son's diagnosis last year, and I hope that sharing our story and the foundation of Autism: In Our Own Words provides the same support to others in the same situation.

If any of you who read here often have felt misled or confused at any time regarding payments/products that have been received please tell me, because transparency is important to me.

Your thoughts?

#OperationMOVE November. Bring It!

Can you believe it is November already?! Our final month for #OperationMOVE (well in this format anyway... I do have something sneaky up my sleeve but you'll have to wait and see on that one).

Our friends at RedBalloon are generously supplying one lucky Mover a gorgeous in home facial and massage as detailed here, just to give you a little extra incentive.

This month we'll be checking in right here on the blog each Friday starting next week, seeing as Facebook apparently doesn't see fit to show a lot of you my updates! Cheeky!

I'm also changing it up a little bit.

Like past months, you can commit to a number of minutes for the month. But I'm also giving you the option to commit to a number of kilometres for those who are out there walking and running. You can choose to do either or both, totally up to you. But as in past months I'm going to ask you to try and stretch yourself. Just a little. Because you are worth it!

Given that just two months ago I committed to 600 minutes and scraped it in, I'm excited (and nervous) to tell you that my goals for November are 1000 minutes and 150kms. You read that right. Eeeek!

So the time has come friends. What commitment are you making to yourself this month?

#OperationMOVE is proudly sponsored by RedBalloon with thanks to Digital Parents Collective