Hi everyone, Allison from Life In a Pink Fibro here. Lucy has graciously invited me over to visit, and I'm thrilled to leave my own four walls and swing by for a guest post...
One thing you don’t expect when you move to a country town is that you’re going to exercise less. Fresh air, check. Wide open spaces, check. Quieter roads for cycling, check. Beach up the road, check. It’s all here and I’m not using it. In my defense, it is winter – beach action tends to ramp up around the end of October. But the rest of it?
I have only one explanation. The pram. I never thought I’d say this. I can’t imagine any mum in the world imagining the day would come when she’d say this. But. I miss the pram.
When Mr6 was born, we lived in an inner-city Sydney suburb where it was too painful to drive. If you moved the car, you’d never get another car park. If you drove the car elsewhere, you’d never find a car park when you got there anyway. So if my destination was within, say, a 45-minute walk, then I’d walk. I’d time it with a sleep, slot him in with a cosy wrap and, later, a drink, a snack and a book to ‘read’ and off we’d go. I walked for miles. Weight loss after baby number one, not a problem.
When Mr3 came along, we were still in the same house and I just bought myself a Phil & Ted pram, put Mr6 (then three) in economy and Mr3 (then 0) in first-class and off we’d go. Later, I swapped them over, with Mr6 (then three) loving the front row and Mr3 (then six months or so) unable to speak to tell me any different.
This arrangement worked well for us for nearly two years. Weight loss after baby number two, not as effective (harder to time the sleeps together) but still not bad.
Eighteen months ago, we moved to the Pink Fibro, on the south coast of NSW. We live about a kilometre from town and 1.5km from the school. Last year, when we had one car and Mr3 was still small enough to push and happy enough to be pushed, we walked Mr6 to school every day, and back – nearly 6km a day for me and Mr6 on his scooter.
But things have changed. Mr3 is getting too big and heavy to push. Besides, he wants to walk. Unfortunately, he’s not up for the round trip to school. And now we have two cars. So I walk less and less. I have to go out of my way to fit in a ‘walk’, which is new territory for me. I’ve always been a person who likes to incorporate exercise into my life. Fitting it in feels like extra work.
The other downside is that when I get into town and find myself at the supermarket ‘picking up a few things’, I have to carry them home. All five bags. With no handy pram. I’m at the stage where I’m considering joining my 86-year-old neighbour in the purchase of a new shopping ‘trolley’ to drag it all home.
That’s the thing with a pram. You don’t realise how useful they truly are until they’re gone.
And you’re walking at pre-schooler pace.
Weight gain after move to the country: becoming a problem.
Anyone out there got any solutions?