Meeting me

My life has never been boring. As soon as I think it could be dull and on course for a while, somthing comes up and changes. And I embrace it. Three years ago, I realised that my comfort zone was more of a rut than anything else, so I up and moved from Australia to Canada for two years. I planned to stay permanently but life had other plans and I met the Boy, who promptly proposed and moved me over to New Zealand. We’re now planning a wedding in Melbourne, while I navigate working freelance for the first time in another new country and still trying to stay on the whole fitness and healthy living track.

I’ve never been an exercise fan. Throughout school, I was the one picked close to last. I wasn’t the ‘fat’ girl by any means – in fact, I was pretty skinny – but I was the uncoordinated one; the one who couldn’t run or catch a ball or shoot for goal to save her life. I was the one who finished swimming trials second to last and dreaded gym class with a passion. I would find every excuse in the book to avoid it because I was so embarrassed by my inabilities. Yes, I was an overachiever in everything else and I avoid things I couldn’t do.

Flash forward to 2005 when, after years of inactivity and sloppy eating, I was a bridesmaid at my friend’s wedding. Technically I still fit into a size 10 but the catch on the dress broke just before the wedding. I spent an hour running around desperately trying to find a safety pin (which is oh so sexy!). Looking at the photos afterwards made me feel ill. But that wasn’t enough.

January 2006. I went to a doctor during my lunch break because my eye was bothering me. Nothing to do with weight at all. But he (the ass!) was the catalyst. Why? All because of one question:

When are you due?

Yes, he thought I was preggers. I was wearing a floaty empire waist top but still. He thought I was pregnant. Me. The Skinny Friend.

So I joined Weight Watchers and dropped 26lbs in 6 months. I  reluctantly exercised and started walking to work (more a stroll than power walking though) and felt proud of myself. And then I stopped. And I gained 15lbs back.

So here I am, on the fitness track again and this time for good. This is not a diet. There are no good foods and bad foods. Life happens but I want to be apart of it.

There’s so much I don’t know and need to learn and do. There will be a lot of ranting I’m sure but hopefully this will be an interesting journey!

If you’re interested, I also blog at:

Create & Delineate – this is my writing blog

Life, Freelance – all things freelance!


5 thoughts on “Meeting me

  1. I made that mistake one time in my life. It was with a friend I hadn’t seen in a while, and she had picked up a few. Somehow it jumped out of my mouth before I could think…I won’t do that one again 🙂

  2. Hello,

    I was wondering if you accept guest post for your blog. If you do, I would like to submit a few. I’m a recent college graduate, with an English major, looking to build out my portfolio. I can write on a wide variety of topics and am sure you would be happy with the quality. Please email me back if you are interested. Thank you for your time.

    – Kathleen Hubert

  3. Hi Mandy, am trying to get in touch and see if you might like to make a biz mum/blogger mixer I am organising in melbs – I found you via Google and see you write quite a few blogs so it would be fab to have you along!

    Contact me at if you’d like deets. If not, apologies for the comment – cheers! Alli

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