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From couch potato to gym rat. My story.

How I got hooked on fitness…..


I have been asked many times over the years if there was a time in my life when I wasn’t into fitness.

I’d love to say no, and that I’ve always been super fit and healthy, but that would be a lie.

 The truth is that I used to be  a bit of a couch potato.

My diet was pretty bad. At the time I thought it was average but I didn’t know any better. I was never overweight, in fact I was what we in the fitness industry like to call “skinny fat.”

Skinny fat means being thin with a higher fat to muscle ratio, in other words, soft!

So how does one go from a skinny fat couch potato to a lean, mean fitness machine I hear you ask?

I’m going to tell you.

After my first child was born I struggled with a sleep routine for him. He was a happy, delightful baby, just wouldn’t sleep. I was a bit of a mess for a long time & my G.P. diagnosed post natal depression.

Eventually I got to breaking point and took him to a sleep clinic at 7 months old where the hard as nails nurses taught me to get tough on the little cherub.

Finally I had a dream baby who slept 12 hours at night.

Two months later I found out I was pregnant again. I was petrified and miserable. The birth and subsequent sleep tortured months were still too fresh in my mind and I wasn’t ready.

Besides, how could I love this baby when my heart was already bursting to overflowing with love for my baby boy?

During this period my father was fighting a losing battle with emphysema and my husband was working in a job with a lot of travelling and networking involved.

I couldn’t get excited about having another baby. I felt scared and alone in spite of having my fantastic sisters there to support me.

I was still depressed.

After a very quick and trouble free labor, I gave birth to my precious baby girl and fell in love immediately with her.

She was not an easy baby.

She cried almost constantly unless she was upright and in my arms. I had to try sleeping sitting up with her on my chest just so she would be quiet.

I also had a 17 month old to contend with and household duties.

I was in hell.

I got sick with an infection.

Then my son got sick with an infection. I was sick, with a sick toddler and the Anti-Christ projectile vomiting newborn, all while my husband was away on business interstate.

Off to the doctor we went but my G.P. ignored my snotty toddler and set off alarm bells over the color of my baby’s skin. She was yellow.

We were sent for tests. He rang that evening as soon as the results were back telling us we needed to head off to Monash hospital first thing to be admitted. My baby girl was very sick. I rang my husband who couldn’t come home till the following day.

We set off and got a flat tyre on the way just for good measure.

Me, feeling ill and frightened, my toddler, full of a chest infection, my newborn, bright yellow, and thankfully my oldest sister who was my rock and lifesaver!

We had test after test. They pinned my baby down and put needles in her tiny feet and hands. I just wanted to go home.

My son who had been the center of my universe up till now was ceremoniously dumped with my other lifesaving sister to become a part of her household for the following weeks while we waited even just for a diagnosis.

When we got the diagnosis it was shattering. I had been in denial thinking it would be something that would be fixed easily with antibiotics or some other fancy drug.

Not so.

She was diagnosed with Biliary Atresia and we were told she had a 30% chance of living to age 2, a 30% chance of getting through childhood but needing a liver transplant and a 30% chance of making adulthood but with cirrhosis of the liver. The other 10% just die.

Those stats were hard to hear.

She needed an operation regardless and we were told she would spend her life in and out of hospital if she survived.

She got her operation and the time was very traumatic for all of us. My weight had dropped to around 45kgs from the stress.

We came home and had regular tests and doctors visits in between visits to my very ill father.

I wasn’t coping.

With my husband away a lot, a toddler, the constant worry over my baby and my father I fell into a worse depression.

At the time when my father passed away I couldn’t even cry for fear I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I spent months in a state of negativity and resentment and guilt.

Finally a friend of mine, in an attempt to get me to “snap out of it” bought me a 30 day gym membership.

I didn’t want to go but there was a creche at the gym and she more or less dragged me.

I didn’t love it at all but I decided to make a commitment of not only the thirty days but added another 2 months to the membership.

I promised myself that no matter what I was going to have that one hour to myself 3 mornings per week while the creche was open. If I still hated it then I would quit.

Soon it turned into 4 days and by the time the 3 months was up I was hooked.

I felt better, I looked better, I had something outside of my larger than life husband and 2 babies.

I felt like I had found my drug of choice.

Naturally I wanted to learn more about the amazing things I could do to change my body. I decided to do my Cert III. Not because I wanted to work in the industry but because I wanted knowledge and the confidence that comes with that knowledge.

Cert III led to Cert IV and within 12 months I’d completed my course and walked straight into a job.

I have never looked back and have spent the years since learning as much as I can about what our bodies are capable of, and challenging that in my capacity as a personal trainer and group exercise instructor, and through my own training.

Only stopping to have my third child before getting straight back into training and learning.

Pushing myself physically has saved me mentally in the worst times of my life.

The gym has taken me from being a shy, timid mouse to a women with power beyond measure.

It has gotten me through my darkest days and has allowed me to shine.

I am proud to be giving my children, especially my beautiful daughter, the best role model they can have for living healthy, active lives.

The gym or playground is my happy place.

When I’m training, or teaching, I am me.

I am in control, I am confident, I am free.

I love sharing that with others and seeing them gain strength, confidence and self esteem through realizing their capabilities.

It’s not easy to force ourselves out of the sad comfort of our own rut, but it’s so worth it.

Not every before and after is about the outside.


5 possible reasons why you’re still carrying extra fat.  

Have you ever started a health and fitness regime with the goal of losing body fat, only to find little reward for your efforts?  It can make us feel hopeless and send us back to the sofa, wine and chocolate.

You’re putting in the effort and exercising most days. You have quit excess sugar and increased your vegetable consumption, but you’re still wobbling in places where you want to be firm. Nowhere near fitting into to your skinny jeans.
It’s a conundrum that lots of people face and can result in them giving up completely, writing themselves off as just having bad genes/slow metabolism/hormonal issues/big bones etc..
Before you decide that you are some anomaly who just can’t lose fat, ask yourself honestly if you are guilty of any of the following mistakes.


This is the most common reason why people don’t get results.

“I eat really healthily and only have one treat per week”

“Do you track what you’re eating?”


” Do you measure/weigh portions?”


” Do you include your alcohol/beverage consumption in your intake?”


Portion distortion and forgetting what we eat happens often with out tracking. We can still over over consume unprocessed, nutrient rich food. Know your numbers or you’re just guessing.
But it’s reasonably healthy right?


It’s not good for you physically or mentally to smash yourself at every session but if you want to expend more energy you need to put some effort in and feel a little discomfort instead of just going through the motions.
 Attending gym classes and Bootcamps are fun and motivating but if you want specific results, train specifically at the right intensity for your needs.
Situp/plank/squat 30 day challenge is totally going to get me shredded….NOT!  


“I’ve been training for 6 months and I’m STILL no different.”
“That’s because you went hard for a few weeks then had 2 weeks off, came back for a day or two then disappeared again. Went on holidays, slept in, had a busy period at work, sick kids and hurt your hand.”
Blah, blah, blah.
 “So in the 6 months you’ve been training you’ve had a total of 20 sessions…..that’s 20 out of a possible 182.5 days”

Sound familiar?

You can kid yourself for a while but the reality is evident. Keep a diary for a month. Include type of exercise, duration, perceived intensity. It will give a more accurate account to where you should be than basing it on the start of your spasmodic fitness kick.
Life happens to the best of us but results come consistency and getting back on track A.S.A.P.
That’s 3 weeks in a row that I’ve said I’ll be back.


An hour of training for the average person will not make up for being sedentary for most of your life.
Get up. Move regularly.
Even if your job is at a desk you can stand, shuffle and fidget for some of the time. Rarely do we see fat fidgets.
Make a habit of getting up every 40 minutes. You can be productive by using this time to make calls, etc. This will have the added benefit of increasing your focus by breaking your zombie state.


When we are stressed or sleep deprived our cognitive function and energy level declines. We crave high energy foods or look for stimulants. Our decision making and will power is compromised so we’re more inclined to indulge.
Have a power nap in the afternoon if possible or go for a brisk walk outside. It can be enough to restore your energy, clear your head and distract you from the chocolate that calls your name so sweetly!
Look out for my next piece on managing stress. 🙂