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June, 2012

  1. Lush-bubbles and scrubs.

    June 30, 2012 by Lizi

    Lush is my ultimate fave store ever.  The last few weeks I have branched out from my basic ” Sex Bonb” bath bomb ( the obvious choice) and hit the bubble bars, moisturisers, lip and body scrubs.

    First off- Bubble bars. I love bubble bars because they have a stronger fragrance than bath bombs. Rather than giving a big fizzy splash you crumble a section under running water and save the rest. The hippy lady at Lush says she crumbles it in with shower gel to use as a scrub AND washes her clothes with it. Lush-a-holic for sure.

    Best bubble bar ever is one they make called The Rose Jam Bubbleroon

    http://www.lushnz.com/shop/product/product/path/196/id/1296/whats-new-rose-jam-bubbleroon.

    It is so delish.Amelia ate a bit and didn’t vom so thats a good as endorsement as any!

     

    The other product I have fallen in love with is the solid sugar scrub.

    http://www.lushnz.com/shop/product/product/path/136_140/id/627/showers-scrubs-sugar-scrub

     

    I gave it a little lick ( obviously!) and its like soap mixed with sugar. I love really rough scrubs- like the St. Ives apricot face scrub and this is great with granules of sugar coated in oil so they don’t dissolve straight away. Leaves skin moisturised without being oily.

     

    A few months ago I tried to make my own scrub with sugar and olive oil. Don’t try it at home. Mum made me clean the bath three times and it smelt like pasta for weeks.

     

    The item that freaked me out at lush was this massage bar. Smells AMAZING  and the girl sold it to me said that the choccy feature  ( big lump in the middle )was 70% fair trade dark choc. So I went home , used the back of my phone to gouge out the chocolate and ate it.

    Now i just have a massage bar with bits of sticky chocolate. I would buy this again without the chocolate. Nobody wants a sticky bod!

     

     


  2. Being a ritzy mum.

    June 29, 2012 by Lizi

    When I found out I was pregnant, I was 2 years into my Communications degree.

    I had awesome friends and family and was happily indulging in food and drink most of the time.

    Now, nearly 2 years later I still have the best people in my life. + one little chick.

    Motherhood is hard, really fun and enjoyable but hard.

    I used to rewash my hair if it didn’t blow dry right and now I find myself straightening sick into my hair and thinking of it as mousse. Kind of works the same.

    Where there used to be clean clothes and dirty clothes, now there are clean enough, cleanish, wearable and dirty-but-im-going-to-wear-it-anyway clothes.

     

    I never hand in assignments on time anymore- mind you I don’t think I ever did pre-baby either.

    I get more stressed about Amelias outfits than I do my own. She is quite tubular in shape, being a baby stylist is hard! Sometimes when her daycare teacher says her outfit is

    “interesting”  or ” special” 

    I lie and say my mum dressed her in the dark.

    Walking the fine line with make up, hair and clothing between funky mum and sluzza mum is harder than I thought possible. It is impossible to push a pram in wedge boots without looking like you are off to the liquor store. Same with wearing skirts. Hair extensions- forget it.

    The only solution I have found is to seperate my wardrobe.

    Mum clothes : must be mature. Not low cut or low rise ( saggy boobs and no bum), classy enough to make it look like you are in your late 20’s and good at family planning but young enough for the other mums to still think you look nice.

    Lizi clothes: must be modest so you don’t look like that chick from school who got knocked up. Clean ( to a normal persons standard), a bit fashionable ( not too fashionable or you look like you spend all your money on yourself) and most importantly ritzy enough to get a cheeky wink so you don’t get too depressed at being alone forever.

     

    I give myself till 25 before I give up and hit the Ezibuy all purpose capris.

     


  3. Week 1: Goal 1. Drinking 3 L of water a day.

    June 29, 2012 by Lizi

    Every week I will try something new. Acupuncture- Yoga- Protein Shakes- BB Creams- Magic Undies. All the things that I have convinced myself will change my life .

    At the start of week one I have regular headaches, am tired and hungry, little bit fat and my skin is dull and wrinkled.

    3L of water a day …

    This ones a no brainer!

    Join me and leave suggestions for my next 51 goals.

     

    :)


  4. Binge eating

    June 29, 2012 by Lizi

    Its not a mystery why I am wobbly.  I eat . ALOT and often. Portion sizes are made for very small people. Font size 8’s at the most. I am a comfy Times New Roman 12.  I know I am not fat,  I am just a cuddly big boned chick.

    I will never be tiny and petite- my bones will get in the way. For my daughter Amelia, I expect she will face similar challenges.

    Before she is old enough to copy me I need to stop eating 5 bowls of pasta and cheese when I am not hungry. I eat until it hurts and then I laugh it off.

    While researching how to tackle my biggest issue ( as I currently see it ) I encountered some problems.

    1) Eating little and often so you never get hungry enough to overeat. Whoever wrote this did not understand binging. We eat when we are not hungry. Eating often just opens the floodgates to the biccies a little earlier in the day.

    2) Drink water to trick your body into feeling full. I drink a litre of water then a loaf of bread. I just feel more  bloated..

    3) Eat protein first to fill you up. Same issue as problem one.

    These tips and many others all don’t address the real cause of binge eating. The little switch in your head that turns off and ignores what the rest of your body is saying.

    I hate the people who can have one square of chocolate and not want anymore- but I also envy them.

    To not be afraid of food, and of loosing control would be a liberation.

     


  5. Week One: Binging, blogging and babies.

    June 29, 2012 by Lizi

    When I wake up everyday, more often than not I am unhappy with the day that I face.

    I know that inbetween looking after my 10month old daughter and showering I will spend half the time looking for lost keys, lost cards and wiping snot off my shoulder. And the other half the time feeling inadequate for not being perfect.

    I’m tired of not being perfect. There are so many thoughts I have each day on how I want to improve my life. I know being perfect is impossible but surely there must be some simple things I can do.

    My friends and I talk about it all the time, I read it daily on blogs and in magazines. I never follow through on any of them.

    Over the next 52 weeks, I want to change my life. I want to try all of the things that I think will change my life and see if they make a difference.

    If I can do it, and show my bubs what a happy life looks like. Then I think I will be as perfect as I will ever need to be.