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Compliments of the season to all Tacklenappians!! I hope you all had wonderful Xmas with friends and family and a safe and happy New Year.
Before B1 was born, I joined a local Tae Kwon Do club to build my fitness and work on my self-confidence. While I was training for my Blue belt, I found out I was pregnant with B1. Against the well-meaning "advice" of others, I kept training until I was six months pregnant and achieved my blue belt. Even then, before even meeting our bubba, I hoped that one day I'd be back in that grading room.
A Guest Post by Jacko.
G'day again from Sunny Queensland. Does anyone else get annoyed waiting for a baby to be born into this big wide world? The wait for Baby Jacko has been excruciating for us. It has, at times, seemed to drag on and on for years!
A Guest Post by Jacko.
Jacko here from
The Mrs and I are expecting in 4 short weeks, after experiencing 2 devastating losses. Just thought I would send through a few notes on the emotional roller coaster ride, that is “Expecting after Loss”.
Post provided by Gretchen Masters from Spring Fitness.
Charitable personal trainer Gretchen Masters can help out with this, as she tackles depression all over Australia this September with Spring – 30 Days of Feel-good Fitness.
A Guest Post by Kevin.
It's hard to look cool and relaxed as your two year old daughter plants her foot to the ground, pushing her scooter even faster down the slope while you struggle to recover from tripping on the footpath as you sprint to catch up with her. Harder still to look like you're not panicking as your now faster daughter develops the death wobbles and starts to veer towards the wet, grassy verge. While she cackles with glee yelling "wobbly daddy, wobbly" my wife's expression flashes through my mind as I imagine taking my daughter back home with a scooter handle through her spleen and blood pouring from her head.