Fighting Flab Fabulously – #FitMamma’s

Okay, let me keep it real right from the start, this blog is mainly about the battles and hurdles that some mothers have to endure to shift the flab after giving birth to our wonderful and grateful children (cough). I’ve become so fed up with BS advice from people who do not understand the post-pregnancy struggles. …

New Year New Yoni – The Angry Vagina Talks…

Imagine your yoni could talk, what would she say?  What secrets would she reveal?  What emotions would she share?  Happiness? Anger? Sadness? Frustration?  How often do we admire, appreciate and express gratitude to our yoni, for all the pain, neglect or inconsiderate behaviour we sometimes put her through?! So what is yoni? Yoni is the…

From Baby Mamma to Fit Mamma: Rights of Passage

Baby Mamma I hear you cry.  Huh, why she using that term?! Well let me explain, baby mamma is a term that has been used derogatorily to refer to a mother whose essence has been devalued to just a loud mouth, no-good-baby making machine.  Although in fact there is nothing wrong in being a baby-making-machine,…

What Next? Looking Back or Moving Forward

So after the build up and post-climax of one my 40 must-have-goals namely my first Muay Thai fight (see previous post curve-balls etc.)  I've had a few people contact me and say what next? I mean I was still feeling high after my accomplishment, and people were already trying to get me to stop that post-climax feeling…

Fitabulous Fight Training: A day in the life of 40 year old mother and single parent!

Well for the past few months I have expressed that I would like to enter a Muay Thai amateur' fighting competition to inspire and motivate other forty year old women and mothers, that your'e never too old to fight and be fitabulous.  (Come on you're already fighting through some days anyway!) Up until this week…

It’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to!

Well today is the day and so far I feel exactly the frikkin same as yesterday!   Gonna break the day down in stages, this is the first part. Part 1 Woke up to my son, I mean I was woken up by 11 year son singing Happy birthday. After I was having the best…