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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Going Public About Postnatal Depression

Sponsored by Bupa Australia

I have been writing about my experience with postnatal depression (PND) and anxiety since my daughter was five months old. Recently I was offered an opportunity to put my face to this illness in a very public way.

Sometimes when someone offers you an opportunity to ‘walk-the-walk’ it can be terrifying but without fear we cannot be brave.

My family and I appeared in a commercial for Bupa’s Parent and Baby Wellbeing Program which debuted nationally in Australia over a week ago. We are not aspiring actors, just real people sharing our story to help other families who may be going through something similar.


I’ve always tried to speak about my experience with PND openly with my friends and blog-readers but when Bupa contacted me to see if I would like to share my story on national TV I was nervous….but in a good way. Whenever I decide to push beyond the boundaries of my comfort-zone, it usually leads to unexpected growth. 

My gut told me told me to do the ad. I have been a Bupa customer since 2011 and I believed in the story they wanted to tell. I participated-in and loved the program they were promoting. The whole thing aligned with my core values. Best case scenario, more women would know about the program and it could help de-stigmatise post natal depression.

By saying yes to the ad, I could potentially reach more people than my blog or mouth ever could.


There are those who don’t believe in sharing such a personal journey and that’s okay too. I tried to picture what that criticism might look like. When I first started sharing stories on the blog I had family members question why I didn’t just write in a journal. They were trying to protect me but I was already hurting.

Back then, just like now, I wanted to go public. To connect to others. To hold myself accountable. To help change the world in my own, small way. 

I am confident in where I am and how I got there.


And you know what? Being open about my journey has led to richer, more grounded relationships, deeper friendships and I have become much more confident in myself. Finally, I am not worried what others think of me..

I have learned that post natal depression is so much more common than I ever imagined. Maybe women, like myself, didn’t know where to go to seek help. Even as a Bupa customer, I was unaware I had access to The Parent and Baby Wellbeing Program until I desperately needed it. 

So can I please ask you a favour?

Help me spread the word. Share this post with a pregnant friend, a mother, or a family that might need help or support. 

Let’s all be accountable for those villages that all parents and children need.

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Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Purging The Head, Heart And Home


The big extension we are building on our house seems like a metaphor for my state of mind at the moment.

This dream manifesting in our backyard will more than double our living area. It's so close to being completed that I can almost feel the carefully considered finishes on my fingertips and sense the way we will use the thoughtfully planned spaces.

Since our first meeting with the architect 15 months ago so much has changed. Our daughter has gone from baby to little girl, I've lost family members, started a business, struggled to keep depression at bay, tried to practice gratitude.

I think these last few weeks of the project will transform it the most, from blank canvas to bespoke, as soon as the cabinets, flooring and fixtures are installed.

That is where I am with my own mental health. The foundation is sturdy. The walls have been constructed. I have been working on it, hard, since facing post natal depression when Lavinia was five months old. Now I'm digging deeper and discovering the root causes of my emotional dysfunction. Things that go back to my childhood. It's both excruciating and illuminating...like waiting for something you desperately want. I'm so ready to discover the person I am destined to become.



Everything feels crowded in my head and home, ready to burst into a new space. I keep buying homewares and shoving them into cramped closets reluctant to throw anything away because *soon* there will be more room.

So, maybe creating new room for old junk is not the solution.



I had itchy feet as a young adult and my feelings now are similar to how I felt back when I needed travel to escape myself. I often heard; "Where ever you go, there you are." A true warning indeed yet I believe a new place can allow you to see yourself from a different perspective. Even if it's in your own backyard.

If I've learned anything from running it's that you can't rely on a shift in perspective alone to wipe your slate clean. 

It's easy to 'wait' for a big change to make a big change but I think the lesson is: do it now. Hunker down wherever you are and get comfortable in your own skin.

Maybe we need to purge the things we don't need immediately-not-later so we don't drag them along into our future.

A little reminder to myself: Make your baggage a little lighter (literally and metaphorically), Stop counting down the days, Be more patient, Feel where you are in this moment, Declutter the heart and mind now so you can enter your new space with an already gleaming slate.


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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Into the Carnival of 2016

So far this year has been like the house of mirrors. Big promises, unexpected turns and some ugly distortion. 

I won't go into detail about it here but I've sent a very personal email to my subscribers. If you’re interested in receiving it please sign up here. I’m not sure what future ones will be like but let’s just see.

Thursday I’m going in for my long awaited hand surgery (35 years to be exact). Operation bump-be-gone. You may have read about it when I posted about it here last year. Surprisingly it’s been one of my most popular posts of 2015. 

The only nerves I have about the whole thing are only in regard to how long my right hand will be out of commission. I mean, I’m right handed. And to keep sane I paint and write or at least exercise. I can’t imagine not doing any of those things. Well I can imagine it..and it's not pretty. I'm one of those people who spirals downward without stimulation.

If all goes well, I will only have a few days of downtime. In a way I'm actually looking forward to being forced to rest. I should probably enjoy it and stop whinging. Cross my heart (with my left hand) I'll do my best…Netflix queue- I’m coming for YOU (suggestions welcome).

Anyway- apologies in advance if I'm off the radar for a minute or two.

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Saturday, December 26, 2015

Most Popular Posts of 2015: Kangaroo Spotting


First of all, Thank You. 

This has been an incredible year of growth both for myself and for this little blog of mine.

It started out as an ex-pat blog about 'life as an American settling in Melbourne' (thus the clever name) but at the time I was unsure how to write without a filter it all felt forced. I lost interest, Kangaroo Spotting sat neglected that is, until my daughter was born....

....which happened to be when my world turned upside. The blog became a place where I could sort out my feelings on the keyboard. I could have done this in a journal, yes, but I needed accountability. I put it alllllll out there, skeletons and granny panties and all. 

I completely lost what I thought of as dignity but really it was just a wall (a flimsy one at that). So there I was not only upside down but inside out as well.

And what did that mean? Time to rebuild. 

 You know what gave me the strength to do so? You.

I’ve had incredible messages of support from so many of you since my very first REAL post. And even if you haven't reached out with a note I know you're there (Google Analytics tells me so) in silent support! 
As a bonus I’ve even made NEW incredible friends, readers, bloggers, artists and writers who continue to inspire and keep me company in my virtual world (and in real life.)

So thank you. Thank you for taking the time to connect with me (sorry about all the sap I just had to get it out) now let's go have a Chardonnay. 

Wishes of Love, Authenticity and Joy for you in 2016.

xoxo

Here's the list- see if you are as surprised as I am at the results.


Kangaroo Spotting's Top Ten Posts of 2016


1. I'm Breaking Up with my Bump 
I'm shocked this was number one...maybe people thought I was getting divorced? No way Jose.

2. How to Support Someone who Lost a Child when you Haven't  
This piece was extremely personal and I'm glad it got exposure.

3. Chosing a Baby Name Can be a Royal Pain 
A really fun(ny) one.

4. Laila & Spot 
I can't say enough about how awesome this company is!

5. What's your Mom Style
Everyone loves a makeover...at least I do.

6. How I'm starting to feel better
An early post about how I started progressing through post natal depression.

7.  1 + 4 = Life: Change
Heavy and personal, about loss. A little bit poetic.

8. I went on a Trip without my Daughter and didn't Miss Her
Three nights in Nashville!

9. How to Prepare for an International Flight with a Toddler
Everyone knows someone who needs these sanity saving tips!

10. 1 + 4 = Life: Homeward 
Feeling like myself again, I got to visit home.


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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Not Everyone's Cup Of Tea

Quote by Carrie Bradshaw (but let's forgive that).
My day started off with some serious messaging with a close friend of mine. She is quite passionate, outspoken and opinionated especially when it comes to women's issues (no wonder we get along). The problem for her and I is that sometimes our loved ones can try to quiet us down 'for our own good.'

Social media is a place where we can blurt thoughts as quickly as we can speak them but unlike in a one-on-one conversation you don’t have to worry about that ‘fly on the wall’ who overheard everything. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for people like us, the internet is a stadium full of flies with photographic memories, excellent record keeping and their own internal biases. Soapboxes swarmed, we find ourselves defending our opinions to the death.

It's completely understandable that people who care about us may not want to see us dealing with a backlash of comments, replies, frustration and de-friending. Some people are intensely private- I get it because I used to be one of those people- and it freaks them out to imagine swatting at all those opinionated little flies. We look like people on fire but if we didn’t use our voices we would burn up on the inside….And that feels much worse.

When I shared my experience with Post Natal Depression it's no secret that even my own Mother was uncomfortable. She didn't understand why I couldn't just write in a journal. No doubt it was her first instinct to shield and protect me but because of my own vulnerabilities and insecurities it made me feel like she thought I was doing something wrong. I know she was just being a Mom.

When I pushed publish on that first post I felt sick. It was completely out of my comfort zone, sharing my weaknesses with perfect strangers. But you know what? In exposing the worst of me, I was able to air it all out, heal old wounds and become stronger than I had ever imagined. Real strength, not just a projection of strength that would short circuit whenever I was alone.

Removing my filter of 'perfection' I was able to make more genuine connections with friends both old and new and I've been able to be more honest in my day-to-day life, something I've long admired in bold and outspoken people.

I used to care too much about what everyone thought of me. Don't get me wrong, I still care tremendously but if you're not on board I'm okay with that too.

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Thursday, October 1, 2015

Thursday…Outside, In #mindbodyweek

This morning I hosted Mums Group so you could say I exercised my social muscles (tee hee).

When the girls were here I almost successfully avoided all naughty treats except for two tiny little oat ball cookie thingies which were mildly healthy as far as cookies go. After they left I was craving diet coke in a big way but drank a glass of water instead #healthy choices.

I felt a little blah when I woke up today which is definitely better than the monster headache I had last night. I think it was a combo of sore muscles and detoxing.
I still couldn’t decide what I wanted to do for my exercise- I needed to try and work something in around Vin’s nap and my bang trim in the afternoon.

Welp, what I decided to do was make myself feel better from the outside. This week has been busy so I felt gross and in need of some maintenance. I took a bubble bath, shaved, plucked, removed old, chipped nail-polish and painted my nails. Then I got my bangs cut and basically felt like a fresher version of myself.

When Lavinia took her nap I did a meditation in the sun which made me feel more relaxed. 
Sometimes a little pampering can be incredibly beneficial to our health because it’s practicing self-care. We need to show ourselves a little love- often! Some things (like showering) as Moms know tend to get neglected in the hustle and bustle. Don’t forget to make time for the small things. Or if you do- do them all at once like I did.

Happy Thursday everyone!

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Friday, September 25, 2015

Just Stay Happy…Damn It!


After my last therapy session I decided to take a break because I didn't feel like I getting much out of it anymore.

I felt like my therapist was basically trying to convince me: 'it's not that bad,' and to focus on the positive- which is fair enough. I do have a pretty amazing life yet sometimes the negativity takes over. Do I feel like I have first world problems- yes I do, which totally sucks.

But comparing myself to those who are worse-off only makes me feel guilty. When depression sneaks up it does not mean gratitude goes out the window, it just means I need to have a little pity party for one. Even if every single one of my wildest dreams comes true, even if I have one eye over my shoulder constantly-once in a while the gloom will catch up. That's just how depression rolls. #annoying

Sometimes it's easier than others to deal with the rough patches. Like this week- I felt really shitty on Monday and Tuesday but today, Friday, my spirits are back up.


I’m starting to (finally) accept that my system is more sensitive than I would like it to be. I’m missing a thyroid- oh yeah that. It was removed when I was a teenager so sometimes I forget I'm not like everyone else. What does this mean for me?  I need way more sleep than the average person, booze is not my friend and I need to maintain a stable blood sugar level. These things are difficult enough to maintain when you have a kid let alone if you have 'the wanderlust.' Let me explain.

There is this part of me that is never satisfied- I have an unhealthy addiction to life. I need things to be so fun/ incredible/ memorable/ emotional!!!! All the time. I don't like to sit still unless I am relaxing within the specific parameters which allow me to completely relax (dishes need to be done for one). I'm high maintenance when it comes to fun.

I drank lots of wine last Saturday night with my husband. We were having a date night in (I can't just have a Saturday night feel like every other night). And I paid for it. For days.

I know hangovers get worse as you get older but this was different. I knew it was affecting my mood negatively. The timing sucked because Tuesday was Lavinia’s second birthday. It also happened to be one of those days where nothing went to plan so by the time she went to bed I was crabby, exhausted and felt like I ruined her day.

Looking for any excuse for my feelings other than self-inflicted neglect, I checked my period diary app. When in doubt, blame hormones. Nope- still one week away from the red light. Then I remembered the last few months, the same thing happened. Exactly seven days out from Aunt Flo I had a serious dip in my mood and energy.

Funnily enough I could her my therapist saying to me, “Now what can you do to prevent this from happening again?” And I started work-shopping what I could do to take better care of my health around that time each month.

Hmmmm. Maybe I was projecting my frustration onto my therapist when I felt like she wasn’t giving me enough sympathy. Maybe it’s not sympathy I need but strategy. Dang it! The expert wins again!

I think it’s about time to dedicate another week to my mental and physical health like I did five months ago: Here's a recap. Back then I promised myself I would take one week each season (or quarter) and do one thing each day to improve my general health and wellbeing. Join me!!  Just use the hashtag #mindbodyweek and let’s get our shit together- together!



Last time I started on Monday and by Saturday I was up early, brimming with energy and feeling well. I want to capture that feeling again.

Monday morning- I'm hitting the gym and I might just make a therapy appointment. Wish me luck.


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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

How to Support Someone Who Lost A Child When You Haven't


I have not lost a child so maybe I have no business writing about it-but hear me out. 

Parents who have experienced child loss need support from people who could never begin to comprehend the depth of their loss. The irony is tragic.

So how can we offer better support for something we don't understand? I think one way to do that is to speak about it openly. Child loss and miscarriages happen too-frequently so chances are you know someone going through it.

My greatest fear in life is losing my daughter. I dislike making blanket statements but I know I share this sentiment with all parents. I think that our collective fear is one of a few underlying reasons why the topic of child loss is so taboo.


There are a few common misguided thoughts which surface, almost subconsciously, that may add to our feelings of helplessness and even frustration because we can’t make it better. By acknowledging some of them here along with suggestions on how to help from someone who has lost a child- my hope is that we can all be self aware enough to adjust our thinking and create a safe space for loss-families to share their grief. 


Parents spend energy worrying about child safety every single day. 
Did you cut those grapes in half? Are the power outlets baby-proofed? Are we too close to the street? Is the air safe to breathe? Some of this stuff is within our control but most of it is not- especially when it comes to illness or SIDS. When a couple loses a child they become the physical manifestation of our greatest fear. Facing this reality can be beyond difficult. We may not mean to- but if we behave awkwardly it can make the bereaved parent feel even worse.

We think about the length of a child’s life. We don’t know which is harder- losing one so young, or losing one we’ve come to know so well. Irrelevant. It does not matter if a child has lived ten years, ten minutes or even if a baby has not had the chance to breathe outside it's womb- he or she needs to be acknowledged and grieved. Even an unborn baby will touch the lives of it's parents, grandparents, family and friends. The death of a child at any age means the death of a future. 

We feel awkward and we don't know what to say.
A very close friend of mine had a son who only lived for four days in the hospital. I remember writing to her telling her that someday she would have another chance at having a family- a variation of the old; “Don’t worry you’ll have another one,” comment. Looking back this was an dumb thing to say. Why? Because in that moment I should have realized one child cannot possibly replace the other. I know that now that I’m a Mom. 

I hope we all know that saying, “Don’t worry you can have another one,” is inappropriate on many levels because you don’t really know that for sure- especially if there are fertility issues involved. The parents did not plan on losing their baby and may not have a back up plan.

Note: (My gracious friend never once implied she was offended, it’s only my own hindsight which makes me wish I worded things differently.)

In her grief my friend took to the Internet. She wrote about her experience, of how losing her son changed her life forever. She inadvertently educated those in her life about the emotional roller coaster of losing a son, trying for another, and the scary health complications faced as a result. She wrote about how having her second boy was not a band-aid but actually caused fresh pain. She told us how she yearns to be acknowledged as a mother of two and for her first son to be remembered. She speaks about the struggle to find ways to parent a deceased child when there is no forthcoming advice for that.

It seems like many people didn’t know what to say after her son died so they said nothing at all- which crushed her already broken heart over and over again. 

We need to start listening, really listening, to people who have lost their children. It’s up to us- the ones who do not share that cavernous loss- to make sure we don’t add to the pain with our reaction, inaction or indecision.


Inspired by my friend’s bravery, honesty and strength I wanted to pass along what she has shown me. I asked her “How can we better support someone who has lost a child?” 

Here are some of the answers she gave:

Stay. 
Please stick around. This is the most important one! When close friends and family avoid you because they don’t know how to help- this means to secondary losses for the mother. The loss of a child is more than any person can bare so don’t disappear.

Ask.
All Mother’s and Father’s grieve differently. You would think there are common sense do’s and don’ts but there are not. The best thing you can do for your loved one is ask what they need. Some may need to talk about it and some may need the opposite. If you don’t know what to say and your words are falling you- just say that. Many times they won’t know what to say either but being honest opens the door to allow the parent to speak up if they can.

Talk.
When you lose a child, you feel like you are thrown into this club you never signed up for. There are new terms and sensitive ways of speaking about things- for example the term ‘loss Mom,’ or ‘rainbow baby.’ As the bereaved parents navigate through this new speech and communication they must also educate those around them which can be difficult. Just try and listen, and be respectful.

Check in.
Being around babies can be tricky for a loss-parent. Holding someone else’s baby too soon or hearing giggles and cries may trigger post traumatic stress. It does not mean that they don’t love you or your children, they just miss their own. A good way to talk to a friend about this is to say, “I know being around other children may be difficult for you right now but I’ll check back in with you about this later.”

Expect Change.
If you lose a child you will never be the same again. You will have to find a ‘new normal’ no amount of therapy will help you get back to your ‘old self’ again. Remember that everyone grieves in a unique way so pushing someone to ‘get professional help’ or ‘move on,’ will not expedite the process, in fact it may do the opposite.

Be Patient.
In the end the best way to show your love and support is to hang in there. Check in with your friend. Wait for them to be ready to communicate with your and share their needs but please remember to reach out often- don’t put the onus on the parents to contact you if they need something.

Much of this advice is common sense if think about it but I believe the problem is we chose not to think about it. Case in point- I've wanted to write about this topic for many months now but I've been putting it off because it makes me sad, which in turn makes me feel like a bit of a coward.

I can only hope that these words can help some of us learn to be better friends to people with broken hearts.

What to say to the grieving.

What not to say- the basics. 



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Monday, June 15, 2015

A Family's Roots

We spent Friday in my Mom’s hometown of Canastoda, New York- a place on the map only because it is home to the “International Boxing Hall of Fame.” It’s a sleepy town of 4,700 where change is reluctant.

You get a real sense of time and history in that town. I mean, check out this old church by the lake. Incredible. The camera (rather my camera skills) do not do it justice.


We went there to attend the funeral of my Mother’s best friend since childhood (my Aunt by intention.) It’s all terribly surreal and tragic I still can't believe she's gone. I don't think any of us have processed her absence yet.

My Mom had to meet a realtor at my late Grandmother's house. I didn't get to attend my Grandmother's service three months ago so I had to say goodbye twice that day.


The walls of that house hold memories since I was three years old, just one year older than my daughter now. When I saw how she tried to scoot down those basement steps like I did as a kid, I was amazed.  When my cousins she had never met showed up, Lavinia ran to them. I couldn’t believe that my typically standoffish child seemed to recognize her own blood. It was beautiful and astonishing.

One Aunt has kept a little of my late Grandfather’s garden going and we all picked some garlic scapes. It made my heart soar to see my little girl dancing among the rows. Her feet gracing the soil where my Grandfather worked on his masterpiece.




We will never go back to that house and now I will have sun soaked memories of saying goodbye, of seeing love and family, roots and blood, in it’s purest form.

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Saturday, June 6, 2015

A Place to Rest

In the days following our backyard tree removal I noticed birds flitting around, flying from corner to corner stopping to rest on the fence line. They were confused.
It was more emotional than I thought, the day those trees came down. I slept in that morning while Matt got up with Lavinia. He heard me stirring and came in to break the news that my favorite, the lemon tree, was the first to go. He also had to break the news that my beloved dog, Bella had passed away in the night (she lived with my Mom in The States.)
The following Saturday I read that a friend from my hometown lost his life- he was only a year older than me. And today, another week later I woke to the news that my Mother's best friend of 50 years lost her battle with a quick, ruthless, illness.
My heart broke for those little birds because I could relate. When things are suddenly taken from us, we see ghosts where branches used to be. We try to lean against something no stronger than a memory. We think we see our tree for a second but really it's just a phantom.
Loss hurts. It's one of those things made incredibly more complicated by living abroad. I have not yet been able to look at my own backyard and see those empty spaces with my own eyes. So instead I imagine: My dog won't greet me as I walk through the door, I won't bump into Mike if I go out for drinks, Debbie won't be visiting and I won't speak to my Grandmother, who left us in March.
I had a dream this morning where I tried to explain life in Australia to my Mom. I told her that even though I don’t have a youthful memory on every corner, somehow it’s become home.
Buffalo is also my home. the roots I have back there are sturdy and in Australia they are young and flourishing. My home, my life, my family and my heart will forever be in two places.
When I arrive in my hometown next week perhaps I’ll be like one of those birds, flitting around for a while trying to get my bearings without some familiar landmarks.

Rest in peace: Mamie, Bella, Michael and Debbie

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Thursday, May 7, 2015

Holding On And Letting Go


Three years ago right before Easter, I booked a flight to go home and say goodbye to my Grandmother who was dying. The night before I was scheduled to leave, she made a miraculous recovery.

I cancelled the flight for a full refund and made it a point to visit the US for thanksgiving. I considered it a great gift to be able to see her ‘one last time.’ We had turkey, I took her shoe shopping, I asked her about her life and she told me about the farm where she grew up. 

The visit conjured up a million more questions about her life. There was so much I needed to know and not enough time, especially because we lived on different continents.

A year later, right before Christmas she was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. A death sentence. I felt like I was losing her all over again and it physically hurt. Turns out it was a misdiagnosis, she indeed had cancer but a much less aggressive form. The pain for our family was tangible as it felt like we lost her twice...but then we got two more chances to appreciate her.
The following Christmas my Grandmother gave me the most valuable gift I had ever received. She knew about my interest in her history so she gave me a handwritten memory journal. It's super retro-looking so she must have had it for ages. The little album has questions about her childhood, teen years, marriage and children. In her true matter-of-fact style, she does not wax-on emotionally but answers simply, sometimes with one or two words in her secret (barely legible) handwriting. 
When I start missing her now, I open the little book and it reminds me of how down to Earth she was. She would probably tell me to cheer up- that death is part of life, that she was lonely, ready to go, and that I should just get on with it. Oh and to pray. She definitely would definitely tell me to pray.
One question that struck a chord with me was "What fads do you remember best?"- and she writes that in the 1940's they wore rolled up jeans and men’s white tee shirts. How cool is that? I love the rebelliousness and the androgynous confidence such an outfit embodies. As a way to reconnect with her I’m going to rock this simple look with the bright red lipstick she wore when she was young.
Doing my best to channel her strength
After she died I mourned all the conversations we would never have, especially about parenting because I'm so new to the game. Then I found this letter she wrote me years ago- right before I married Matt, when my Mom was having trouble coming to terms with me permanently living in Australia.

My grandmother said “give your Mom some slack, she misses you and knows she won’t see much of you or the grandchildren. She will accept whatever makes you happy. We Moms think we know that is best for our children but we are not always right.”
Words of wisedom
Now that I'm a mother myself I see her point from an entirely different perspective. A little snippet of the parenting advice I craved just sitting around in my nightstand for me to discover at just the right time (I had been using the letter as a bookmark.)

The last time I saw my grandmother, one year ago at Easter, she had gone downhill. Our visit was cut short due to her poor health but I was able to snap the only two photos  I have of my-sweet-Lavinia in her great-grandmother’s arms.
On my trip to Tasmania in January I found a vintage spoon with the Sydney Opera House on it. My Gram had a souvenir spoon collection of her travels so I bought this one for her. I remember talking to the postal worker (he thought spoons were an odd thing to collect) and we chuckled about how the postage costed more than the spoon itself. Amidst our chatter and corralling my toddler, I almost forgot to include the little handwritten post-it note I wrote to include in her package.
My Grandmother's collection
That little post-it note would become my last words to my grandmother. Had I only known when I wrote it, I would have penned her a novel, told her how much I loved her and how she was one of my strongest role models growing up. I would have promised to tell my daughter where she gets her hands and eyebrows from, how her Great-Gram was a pillar of the community being an elected official and working mother in the 1950's, how she was funny and beautiful without realizing it.

She took a turn for the worse in late February and again I found myself willing her to hang on for just one last time. Unfortunately my 'just one last time's' were all used up.

My grandmother died in March and it was killing me that I couldn't remember when we had last spoken or what we talked about specifically.

I was beside myself because I didn't know if my Grandmother received the gift I sent her before she went into the hospital for the last time. Eventually my Mom sent me this photo: 
She found the spoon and my note next to my grandmothers favorite chair. Gram would have seen it just a few days before she passed away. I would go out on a limb and say that this would count as our last conversation, as one-sided as it may seem. But she knew I was thinking of her and I was able to have my 'one last time.'

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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Take Charge of Your Health: Tuesday #mindbodyweek

Commence Head Shrinking

Today in therapy I learned that depression can seep in and out of our lives like a toxin and before you know it the ground is poisoned.

The past few weeks when I felt lethargic and drained I was uninterested in doing the things I usually enjoy, which indicates depression had contaminated my life once again.

This is just one of the many manifestations of depression that I must keep quarantined. Apparently it’s not always the doom and gloom feelings- sometimes it simply the lack of any feelings at all.

My counselling session was well timed. Yesterday I dusted the cobwebs off my body and today it was time to purge the mind. Confession: I did not meditate last night but if I did, it would have been a wonderful transition between the two. Still room for improvement there.

Last week I remember talking to Matt about not working out.  He said “The hardest part is getting there,” which made me laugh.

“Babe, it’s me you’re talking to me, not a Biggest Loser contestant” I told him. “I love the gym, I just don’t want to go, and I don't understand why.”

More Work to Be Done

This complete lack of desire: Where did it come from?

I think many things led to me feeling emotionally paralyzed. Holidays are always tough being an expat but this Easter was especially difficult after just losing my grandmother- being away kind of dulls a normal reaction to such a loss. I wasn't paying particularly keen attention to my health and I think rather than hitting quickly, the toxicity collected around me like a fog.

The plan: I need to start paying more attention to how little events in my life build up. For my homework over the next two weeks I have to fill in this chart about situations, my feelings behind them and think more deeply about the lead up. This is supposed to help me dig deeper, understand my reactions and balance out unhelpful thoughts.

My therapist suggested writing in the chart daily and not just negative things, I should be writing daily anyway. Not just for blog posts or social media, but for myself. Give my mind a drain to get rid of the garbage. So now I have to do mind exercise. Working out my insides and outsides all at once sounds exhausting but I'm going to give it a try.

Have you done something healthy for yourself today?


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Monday, April 13, 2015

Take Charge of Your Health: Monday #mindbodyweek

Plus three pieces of advice for getting started

It’s officially mind body week. Well, in my mind and body anyway.

It’s no secret that I’ve been incredibly lethargic lately. The tiredness and complete lack of desire to do anything was frustrating (in a lackadaisical sort of way.) I became one of those people I can’t stand...you know the ones who complain about things they can change?

So yeah, I was tired, zapped and becoming a person I didn’t like very much.

Let's get back to this: Fit, Happy, Energy

My friend Rachael Able of Love Yourself Green unknowingly inspired me again. She hosts a private Facebook Group associated with her blog and she asked us what we wanted to work on this upcoming season. I replied “I want more energy.” She asked me, “What’s your plan?” With that simple question she gave me my power back.

I am the only one who can take charge of my health.  And  no-duh it’s going to be difficult but so is anything worthwhile. In my reading lately I keep coming across the idea that we are resistant to the things we need the most. Reminds me of when I was a little kid and my Mom told me to do the hardest homework first (Math, it was always Math) because that’s the subject which needed the most energy and attention. Dang I hate it when she’s right.

I’m going to Regulate my health this week like I’m Warren G and I’ll tell you exactly how it’s going down. Below I have listed all the things I want to incorporate and what I’m planning on each specific day. Now that I've told all you lovely people about this, there is no way I can back out or give up. See what I did there?

You should do it too!  Join me!

Can you think of one healthy thing you can do for your mind or body this week? Or even five healthy things? Put it on the Internet so you are forced to follow through. Use the hashtag #mindbodyweek so we can share your clever ideas.


I will do these things:
Exercise
Healthy, homemade meals
Homeopathy (an appointment I rescheduled due to over-sleeping)
Meditation
Vitamins- A daily multi with iron
Therapy
Mindfullness
Reduced Social Media Time

Main Goal for Each Day:
Monday- Gym
Tuesday- Therapy
Wednesday- Bikram Yoga
Thursday- Homeopathy appointment (& gym)
Friday- Long Walk with Lavinia

Today Monday: And Three Bits of Advice for Day 1


I haven’t seen the inside of my gym in over a month.  I had an ITB injury but that was an excuse, my arms weren't broken. The real reason I haven’t been going is because I felt downright listless. Today I resorted to mind-games (with myself) to guilt myself into it.

1.       Guilt yourself if you have to

Over the last few weeks there were quite a few days I had the best intentions to go to the gym, today started out just that way. The difference is today I made a phone call. I booked Lavinia in to child-minding and therefore I physically told someone I was on my way. Now it would feel like cancelling on a gym buddy if I didn't go. Whatever it takes.

2.       Do the Difficult Thing: Just Get it Over with!



And as I am exploring the concept of doing the things I'm resisting- I jumped straight onto the Machine of Death. I don’t even know what it’s called but it’s like a Stairmaster on crack. My trainer used to make me do it until I couldn't breathe (miss her!) Until today, I have never used it without her forcing me to.

3.       Set Small Goals: And Keep Going

I wanted to climb 1000 steps. Huffing and puffing at just 300, it seemed too lofty a goal. Music cranking, I pushed myself until I made it...And once I did, I decided to keep going until my playlist finished. When I saw 80 floors approaching, I thought, "I'll climb to 89 floors," Just like the Eureka Tower, the tallest building in Melbourne. When I conquered those 89 floors I had spent almost 30 minutes on the machine of death so thought I could stick it out until an even 30:00. Finally I saw the total number of steps approaching 2000, doubling my original goal was within reach so I had to! When I finished up I felt as tall as those 131 floors I just climbed.


My body has had a challenge and now it's time for the mind. Rachael gave me a link to this meditation series on Youtube. I'll give one a try and update you tomorrow with my Tuesday post.

Get on Board Guys! You Deserve it #mindbodyweek 


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Thursday, April 9, 2015

Preventative Maintenance


Our Easter staycation was something I had been looking forward to since my Grandmother passed.  Peace, quiet and chocolate. But something felt off with me. I was flat and zombielike rather than excited.

Friday was an early wake up call- Lavinia was up at 5:20 (I finally figured out she was waking early because of being cold- can I get a hallelujah for thinking of adding an extra nightly layer!) So I had a sluggish start to my half-day volunteering at the Good Friday Appeal which raises money for the Royal Women and Children's hospital of Melbourne. My good friend works for the appeal and it always amazes me how dedicated she is. Every year in the lead up to Easter I don’t see or hear from her because she’s eating, breathing and working. The appeal raised over 17 million in one day which is astounding (especially considering the hospital only services one State.)



Saturday Matt and I took Lavinia to the Queen Victoria Market. It was a perfect, bright, sunny Autumn morning but for some reason I was in a crankpot mood. I drove us there and forgot my wallet- no cash, no parking. I was losing patience and itching to take some photos with my new beast of a camera- the Cannon 70D (I'm in love with it but barely know how to use the thing.) It was never going to be a simple endeavour as we also had to shop for our Easter lunch and keep track of our 18 month old. Of course it didn’t help that I was hangry and decaffeinated by the time we hit the ATM. Recipe for disaster.

It took forever to get this one shot without strangers in it..an Easter miracle
My reaction to the frustrations of parking and the logistics of getting breakfast were a bit extreme...and familiar. Coincidentally I have just begun therapy again. Now that my depression and anxiety are under control it’s time to dig a little deeper and work on some of my ‘core messaging.’ I am hopeful that it will help me with the confidence I lack as I'm trying to carve out a path as artist and writer. I need to erase the old tape playing that says those things aren't worthwhile. Not that my career aspirations had anything to do with my mood on Saturday, but I think anger is my go-to reaction to frustration lately. 

The big M, made of key-chains
In the end I'm really glad we went. It was stimulating for Lavinia, I got a few snaps and we bought some delicious treats for our first holiday meal as a family of three.  

And speaking of food- I've been working like mad on a recipe index page. I wanted to talk about my own personal food philosophy (I could go on and on for days because I'm so passionate about nutrition) in a shorter, more digestible format (can't help it, love a pun) where I can link to the recipes I post on here. I feel incredibly lucky to have a partner who supports me emotionally and financially as I play around with my beloved blog.


It is because I love and respect this man so much that Tuesday was a difficult day for us. Matt had to get three (benign) cancerous BCC's removed from his forehead. And it's not the first time. He had one cut out less than a year ago and how has had about 14 total stitches on his poor head (not to mention the big one cut out of his back when I was pregnant.) I don't care how many times Australians tell me that BCC's are the 'good' type of skin cancer. I hear the ‘C’ word and it echoes in my bones. I worry about Matt and his pale, sun-soaked, skin and I worry about my daughter who has inherited his complexion. He was physically capable of doing most things after the minor surgery but I wanted him to rest, relax and heal. The best way I know how to do that is with TV and food. So that's what we did on Tuesday.

Daddy, Daughter, Doughnut
Wednesday was day care day. Lavinia seems to have finally gotten over the worst of her separation anxiety.  High five! While I got started on another online blogging course BWP 2.0. It's an intensive follow up to the previous one (that’s how much I enjoyed it.) I love that the lessons arrive in my inbox first thing Wednesday mornings. I'm now planning my 'me time' around those lessons. I even squeezed in a little yoga DVD first to loosen up and get the creative juices flowing. I've really let exercise fall to the wayside lately, which is unlike me, and I think it’s added to my current lethargy.

Happiest point of the day...stopping for coffee
The days are getting shorter and colder but at least the sun shines almost every day- something I will never take for granted being born and raised in Buffalo where we would go weeks without seeing a break in the clouds. Maybe that’s just what I need to snap out of this funk- a figurative little break in the clouds...while wearing an SPF of course.

Somebody was mirroring Mommy's expression


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