Growing Curves


Over the last months dew to plenty stress, bad eating habits and an occassional dose of depression, my butt decided it was time to let me know she existed and was growing on me fast. I took a long hard look in the mirror where honesty was the name of the game and there was no kidding myself.

Somehow, regardless of how many years rise to meet us – we tend to always presume ourselves to still be that 20 something year old with that same shape that was effortless to maintain, if at all.

There it was, the truth. Without hesitation I called my mom followed by my sister. The lies we want to hear are all there, laid on thick to appease who really ?!?
Then the big excuse – It’s your thyroid !! Okay, maybe. Off to the doc, blood tests and a few days wait. What do you mean my thyroid is fine ???

Thoughts going through my head – eat less, exercise more. And for crying out loud woman – DRINK WATER. I know deep down my cooking habits changes to accommodate the growing boys with very healthy appetites. Pasta, rice, potato, bread. Not that eating any of this is bad but big portions of the same thing …

I grew up in a house where fresh green salads and grilled chicken breasts or steaks with a helping of beetroot or such was a way of life. Reality check – living in the city is horrid. A simple thing like jogging on your own is not a safe or smart thing to do. After a trip to my dentist where we got chatting about womans health, she recommended a dietician in the same building. I had my appointment the next day. How raw can one be because who would you be lying to but yourself when it came to answering some of her questions. As I answered and heard my own words, I knew exactly where my problem areas were. I was taken back a little when seeing portion sizes too even though the rule of thumb was the palm of your hand. Well then – dinner will be served on a side plate for me. Just to help with the psychological aspect of it.

I’m loving my new eating plan, which I might add is taking some getting use to from a habit point of view. Hubby too has joined me which makes adjusting that much easier. Back to summer foods which I love – grilled steaks and fresh fusion salads, plenty BBQ‘s and activities in the lush sunshine. Ah, just love Africa.

I often joke with my friends when going out for a morning jog escorted by hubby. ‘I will wait till traffic dies down so I don’t get hooted at for a laugh as my butt is smacking me around ;)’

I’m having fun meeting new faces at Zumba and Pilates classes, especially choosing the back row – it’s a whole other picture.

Here’s to all the moms, wives and women out there, celebrating life in our 30’s and the ever changing curves we encounter as the double digits change. Having fun, living life and aging gracefully. As I said to Tumelo when wanting that last cupcake – life is too short, but even shorter if you’re fat.



A Little White Lie.

Boys boys boys and with that – Chocoholics. A slab of chocolate wouldn’t even make it to the pantry let alone the joys of a wee bit daily. I have to seriously be craving a major dose of sugar should I ever finish a slab in one go.  Knowing the life span of the slightest bit of chocolate in our house I take comfort in the fact that I am the only dark chocolate eater in this little family. 

But I hit a snag . . .  my 6-year-old really enjoys testing his taste buds. He recently had an attempt at an oyster while at the Wine & Oyster Festival last month.  There was a moment I thought he would actually see it through but after a few chews and a really desperate look on his face, I knew the ‘spit it out’ had reached its point. Kudos to him for trying. His enjoyment of sushi is enough for me. 

Back to this delicious slab of dark chocolate. In trying to save my slab, greed and all well past a week before being devoured , I lied to my 6-year-old  when he asked for some of mine after finishing his. Mine was clearly different. ‘Uuuummm’ I said, ‘this is mom’s medicine, it’s got special vitamins in just for mom’s.’ Pfftt – it worked. My slab was mine and mine alone. Months had passed since I pulled this one-off. Yes, there were moments I felt a little guilty. Those brief moments would be about the same time as I was opening the fridge in search of a little block. Then one day, there was this familiar little voice again, ‘mom, are you having your medicine?.’ I looked over my shoulder into the big brown eyes of my son and just melted. ‘No my boy, this is mommy’s special chocolate, do you want to taste some and if you like it as much as mom does, promise to always ask before taking some.’ And there you have it – my son loves dark chocolate as much as every other kind of chocolate for that matter.  All in moderation of course. 

Life is too short to hog the chocolate and even shorter than that, are the blessed childhood years we share with our children before they leave the nest.  Make every day count. I often look back wondering where on earth have the years gone! At this stage, I don’t want my boys to grow up and leave the nest . . .  ever, but every day is a day closer to that day *sad face*


SunshineMac xxx

A Cake Is Not Just A Cake


Mom’s Smartie Cake

Another crafty post. This would be the most delicious cake I have ever made. Not the most spectacular but by far the one that didn’t last past the hour.  Knowing all thing chocolate are where it’s at in my house, for fathers day I decided to try this one out for my special man. After baking a lovely moist chocolate cake and icing it of course with chocolate icing. I used a party pack of Chomp bars, you could use anything similar like Kit-Kats or such for the sides. I topped the cake with smarties and lots of. I think overseas M&M’s would be similar – anything that is candy coated chocolate buttons will do all the same.  Both my big and small boys LOVED LOVED LOVED this cake so much so I had a request to repeat it for Austin’s birthday a few day later. Give it a try, no doubt it will be a hit in your home too. 

Special Daddy

I know this post is a little late for Fathers Day but it’s the craft that I wanted to share. This years fathers day the boys opt to do all things home made and hand crafted. With a joint list of all things Mr loves we got creative.  Ribbons and jars, baskets and moulds, we began making both small and large tool shaped chocolates which we put in Misters new mini tool box. The boys who are all chocoholics loved this most for obvious reasons and they all got to have a bowl to lick clean.  Even the chocolate labels we made by hand – each label had a word written on that comes to mind when we think of our special ‘Dad’. Personalised jars filled with nuts, candy and dried fruits. Biltong aka beef jerky went down well although secretly I added an extra bag of chilli biltong so Mr could enjoy some to himself before the children attacked the rest. Rock Candy was Austins special touch. We bought the latest release dvd – Courageous, which is about fatherhood but I won’t go into detail there – get the movie rather and enjoy. I have to laugh though as I had a box of Turkish Delight next to Mr bed as it’s his absolute favourite but our dog Toby ravished the entire box while we were out for breakfast. Toby sure is his daddy’s boy. 

Crafting together with my boys was more rewarding than any mall purchased gift. We had fun creating and bonding as we went along. It’s such moments that create lasting memories and maintain that special bond a family shares.  Hope your fathers day was super special too. I never grew up with a father but my grandfather was my hero, a gentleman till his dying day and an example to me of what all men should be. His shoes are huge to fill but his is the example I grew up respecting. I miss you Granddad so so very much, a man above men. Love always – your little Sunshine. 


Fathers Day home made crafts.