Friday, March 18, 2016

Considering joining a gym in Muscat?


I always think its important to keep yourself physically active, no matter what the activity is, as long as its enjoyable to you and keeps you interested enough to keep coming back. Over the last few months I've worked out at 3 main fitness centers, here's a look at my experience at each of them:


Horizon Ladies Gym - Al Hail


Horizon is one of the oldest gyms in Oman, and has branches popping up all over the place. I got interested when they opened a bright and shiny new ladies gym in my neighborhood and decided to give it a try. The membership process was quite confusing, and they never had any leaflets or signboard that clearly indicated packages and membership inclusions. Instead, you get bombarded with information about membership and classes by the ladies at the front desk, talking to you simultaneously. You can't pay for classes as you go, and have to be a member, I was ambitious and decided to get an annual membership. I then realized that my membership did not include any of the classes, and that would have to be paid for separately. At the time, I was interested in the Engine Room, so I paid separately for that and for a personal trainer. Communication of the payment options and packages could have been better. That aside, my Engine Room personal trainer was great, and really pushed me the right amount that although the class is only 30 minutes it is very high intensity, I always left feeling like I was  pushed to my limit and got the best out of those 30 minutes, she would finish off the class with a quick massage and stretch, which was PERFECT!


Crossfit Tempo




Crossfit, sounds intimidating and that its for hard core heavy lifters, but everyone works at their own pace and fitness level. Crossfit Tempo is located in Al Khoud and is a man's world kind of gym, but you will find a few women who attend the mixed classes too. I tend to go to these classes with my husband. The crowd is a pretty mixed background who don't care how they look and can wear the same ripped t-shirt with holes that keep widening as the weeks pass. What's important is pushing yourself as hard as you can and topping the leaderboards or your previous performance levels. You also get the occasional neighborhood kids walking in to curiously see what's going on - before getting kicked out. Class registration is done through an app "WODIFY", and you can also track your progress by logging in your performance at the end of each workout and can also encourage each other by  "liking" other people's performances. You have the option of paying per class or getting a membership. The moves and WOD (work out of the day) are very clearly broken down and explained. A typical workout would start off with a warm-up, followed by practicing a skill (like lifting techniques), and then a breakdown of the WOD (Workout of the Day). They are usually high intensity workouts with lots of repetitions, that sound impossible to complete, but somehow you do make it through to the end of the class. Crossfit will definitely teach you to count and divide as you try to break down the workout with minimal breaks. The focus of each class on a given day may vary, from gymnastics, to weightlifting, or anaerobic based workouts. They have had a few different trainers that have come and gone since they opened last year, each with a different style.



The Wellness Center




The Wellness Center is one of the newest gyms and is the crème de la crème of Muscat gyms, really elevating the standard of service and professionalism. Its the type of place that is spotlessly clean, has a sauna and Amouage body products in the locker rooms. It the type of place that you want to walk into looking clean cut and pulled together, as the Lululemon wearing crowd definitely likes to check out who's who as you pass by. You have to be a member to attend the classes, and can choose to get a 1 month, 3 month, 6 month or 1 year membership. Registering for classes is done through an app on your phone "Wellness", and the classes are in such high demand that you may try to register a week in advance, and still be put on a waitlist. Their class cancelation policy is quite strict, and if you don't show up or cancel at a minimum of 3 hours before the class, then you risk being blacklisted from classes for the rest of your membership if it happens 3 times. I like the diversity of the classes offered and have been mostly attending the yoga and body pump classes.

I generally prefer classes over independently using gym equipment, all of these centers were enjoyable to me in their own way, it really depends what you're looking for.


Stay fit!





Thursday, March 3, 2016

Early Risers Get the Best View - Wakan

What better way to enjoy a weekend morning, than sipping on freshly brewed Karak at the top of a mountain with beautiful views of the rising sun making its way over the mountain range. If you're looking for a quick outdoor trip and comfortable hike that's not too far away from Muscat, then you should consider heading to Wakan Village during spring. 

 
We usually head out around 4:00am, to make it to the viewpoint at the top in time to watch the sun rise. Waken is situated in Wilayat Nakhl, it's an hour and a half drive away from Muscat, and another half an hour of walking up 700 purpose built steps that take you along a falaj system as you walk up to the viewpoint at the top. 


The crisp early morning cool air fills your lungs with freshness as you make your way up in semi darkness, hastily so as not to miss the sunrise.





If you have friends kind enough to make you fresh Karak at the top as you watch the rising sun, that takes the experience to a whole other level. 




The village has beautiful terraced gardens and they grow apricots, grapes, pomegranate and maize from what I could see. The pathway is well built making it a comfortable climb, with lots of lookout points with seating areas to rest as you make your way up. Unfortunately, the restrooms at the final view point have not been maintained and were locked last time we visited.
 







For those who find this pathway too easy, there's a hiking trail connecting Wakan to Jabal Akhdar although it may take several hours to get there, I haven't ventured that path myself yet.


Click here for more info on Wakan.
Coordinates N23.14343 E57.73541


   

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Psst, what's in that bag?



So I've been carrying around this colorful bag that I bought in Thailand to work with me everyday along with my usual handbag after returning from maternity leave.






Wondering what's inside?
  • Medela Freestyle Pump
  • Handsfree bra 
  • Cooler bag with ice pack
  • 2 medela milk bottles 
If you are not interested in a long boring story on pumping then read no further! You have been warned...
So I guess this makes me a so called "work and pump" mom. I wanted to make sure that Jude continued to have breastmilk while I was away at work so I just made sure to pump on a daily basis the equivalent of the milk that she consumed. She would typically have three 5oz bottles of milk while I was away. That equated to me pumping 3 times a day; in the morning before heading to work, at work and then at night before bed.

Jude has just turned 1 and this 1 year I have to say that I really bonded with this little palm size pump. I have used it in a lot of unexpected locations ...  in the sky (on a plane) on the ground (train, car) at sea (on a boat) ... haven't managed to take it underwater diving!  The reason that it was so necessary for me to pump in all those locations was not just to collect milk , in some cases I just dumped it, but it could get really uncomfortable if I went long hours between feeds or pump sessions. I also tend to get blocked ducts quite easily so I just wanted to keep that in check.
Now that Jude is 1 I have decided to discontinue my relationship with my pump, yes! Finally! And I must say that I feel somewhat liberated to be walking around not worrying about how or when or where I'm going to be pumping. I literally feel lighter not carrying my colourful bag around town with me. I have now replaced Jude's bottle feeds with full fat cow's milk and she gets to nurse from me whenever I'm around. I still need to figure out how and when I'm going to wean her completely but I expect it to be gradual over this year.


Here are some useful links on:
Milk storage : http://www.lalecheleague.org/faq/milkstorage.html
Traveling : http://www.cdc.gov/breastfeeding/recommendations/travel_recommendations.htm
Work and pump: http://kellymom.com/bf/pumpingmoms/pumping/bf-links-pumping/

*Note: this post was drafted over a year ago, we have long since weaned from breastfeeding :)


Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Has it really been 15 months?

I have just realized that its been 15 months since my last blog post! I realize that I have been away for some time, but just didn't realize how long its been exactly. Coincidentally, my absence from the blogging sphere coincided with Jude starting to stand, walk and run around. I guess I've been busy running behind her and she has been more demanding of my time lately.

I'm going to give blogging another attempt and hope to keep it up!


Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Bakasana to headstand I will conquer you ...

So my latest physical challenge is to get myself to go from bakasana (crow pose) into headstand.

I have been practicing yoga for around 2 years now, I started right before I got pregnant because I wanted to get myself into a regular exercise that I could continue throughout my pregnancy. Prior to that, I had been doing regular boot camp sessions on the beach, so not the ideal workout to continue while pregnant.



I started off yoga twice a week with an Iyengar yoga instructor by the name of Shipla, who works from her home in Ghubra. Her instruction uses props such as belts, bolsters, blocks and ropes to help students get into correct positions. The class mixes beginners, advanced, expecting, non-expecting students all in one class, but she groups and instructs students according to their levels. I really enjoy the benefit of the props which allow for deeper extensions, encouragement of inversions and improvement of flexibility in general. Her classes are an earful for sure as she describes the 8 limbs of yoga, and keeping your mind clear of destructive demonic forces and other such mindful teachings.

After getting pregnant , I also added on pre-natal yoga classes with Karen Wilmot at Whispers of Serenity. Her yoga classes are specifically catered to pregnant women, so it was a great way to meet other expecting mothers. The class focused on hip openers, strengthening the pelvic floor and long sessions of belly breathing. Regular belly breathing exercises made it very easy for me to switch into the mode of belly breathing during labor which I feel really helped keep me calm through contractions in labor.





I complemented my yoga practice with regular walking and even added on climbing up and down stairs as an exercise to open up my pelvis in the last few weeks leading up to my due date. I considered myself to be quite fit for a pregnant woman and didn't expect my fitness level to drop much.



What I did not realize is that although you may not feel much different from your previous self, your body really does change a lot through pregnancy. I started getting back into light exercise around 2 weeks postpartum. My super-fit mom encouraged me to get on her treadmill every now and then when Jude was napping. I can't say that I was consistent about it but it did feel good to start doing normal activities other than focusing all my thoughts and efforts on my newborn baby.

I did not feel confident pursuing other exercises right away. I did a quick self-assessment at home and realized that my abdomen had separated as a result of the pregnancy, I could literally fit 3 fingers straight through a gap in between my left and right abdomen.  Abdominal separation also known as distasis recti is quite common for multiple pregnancies , and places you at a higher risk of lower back issues and  injuries such as a hernia. Certain exercises may even make the gap wider, which concerned me.  

At 4 months, post partum , I decided that I needed to get into a regular exercise routine so that I could start feeling like myself again and stop treating myself like a patient that's still recovering from some illness. I got a personal trainer to come home and trained with her twice a week.  With my busy work schedule and rushing home to spend time with Jude before bedtime, I just did not have the energy to leave home again for a workout, so that option worked quite well for me. I was so shocked the first time I tried to do a leg raise because I could barely lift my lower legs. I had lost so much muscle strength in my abs, but I took that as a challenge. 

I also added on yoga sessions again, with another yoga instructor by the name of Tomoko whose detail-oriented instruction focuses on correct technique, flow and breathing, with a perfectly matching soundtrack for each session.  

The thing that I enjoy most about yoga, is the fact that no matter how much I progress there's always something more to attain. I've worked hard to be able to hold a headstand without wall support, this is a great achievement for me, because it makes me realize that I have managed to bring back some of the abdominal strength that I may have lost during pregnancy.

Through yoga and meditation, I have gained mind discipline. In labor, I managed to virtually levitate my mind away from my body and thus minimize my perception of pain.
My next big challenge is moving from crow to headstand, so I guess I need to work on my crow pose to feel comfortable enough to drop my head. I should add that this is just as much a mental exercise as it is a physical one. Wish me luck on progressing with this!




For more info on distasis recti visit http://www.befitmom.com/diastasis_recti.html


Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Love at First Sight? I think not...





After waiting for nearly 10 months to finally hold my baby in my arms, I expected to feel some kind of eternal love for her, some type of inexplicable connection to her. I expected to adore this little creature that I had been hosting within me for so many months and praying for her successful birth.

I felt none of this.

Following my labor, I felt elated to have crossed that hurdle of no longer being pregnant. I was exhausted and my whole body ached. Despite this, I knew that I had to do my best to ensure her continued survival now that she was out of the womb.

I remember people coming over to visit and talking about how cute she was. I didn't see anything cute about her, alien maybe, but not cute. When family members took photos of her to share with people who were out of town, I remember feeling truly embarrassed for them to be sharing photos of my baby who simply did not look that great to me. I didn't even feel like she was mine, I felt like she could easily have been the baby of any of my friends who had recently delivered. She certainly looked like any other newborn out there.

In trying to search for words to explain how I felt about her in the first couple of weeks, the only thing I can say is that it was biological instinct. There were no emotions involved. I just knew that I had to work to ensure that she was fed, kept warm and comforted. I worked mechanically and instinctively to do that. I'm not quite sure why I felt that way, maybe I felt the need to ensure her safety first before allowing emotions to get in the way. I did not feel comfortable admitting these feelings of un-love to anyone.

It was only after 2 weeks that the feelings of love started to come in. The rush of going through the labor and the shock of having a newborn in my arms started to sink in and settle in to a level of comfort in which I could allow for emotions of love to make their way in. It was only once those feelings of love came that I admitted to my husband that I initially felt no love. I felt safe admitting to it once the love started to flow. Maybe I had initially feared that those feelings would never come and that I would surely be considered a horrible mother if I felt no love for my child.

The love that I feel continues to flow in with each passing day and even when I think that I can't possibly love her more than I already do, these feelings just continue to develop and flourish as she continues to grow and expresses her personality. The love just continues to wash over me daily, consistently, continuously and undeniably.  

Monday, August 25, 2014

Pain to Pleasure, Challenges to Enjoyments - my breastfeeding journey


One thing I knew for certain when I got pregnant was that I wanted to be able to breastfeed my baby. I had already heard so many stories of moms giving up on breastfeeding attempts early on. After all my prep work leading up to Jude's birth (see post on Confidence - the essential ingredient to successful breasfeeding) , I envisioned a pretty smooth journey. We had even practiced different holds in my pre-natal class so I was all set, I knew exactly how to hold my baby in a cross-over hold  and what a correct latch should look like, sounds easy enough, right? Wrong... 



      
Although I was mostly hung up on not having enough of a milk supply to continue breastfeeding that ended up being the least of my concerns. 


The journey started right in the delivery room. Lucky for me, the only intervention I ended having was the nitrous oxide/laughing gas which I really enjoyed. I'll have to save my birth story for another post. Nitrous oxide does not pass through the placenta as would the epidural or pethidine. With the help of midwives at Corniche Hospital we managed to latch on and get breastfeeding started in the delivery room. I was a happy camper!

Well the following few days were not easy. From having people pinch my boob to get her to latch, from having a lactation consultant yell at me that crying was a late sign of hunger - even though my baby was on the boob just a few minutes before she walked in - , from having my mother and other relatives try to convince me to put my baby on a supplement when Jude would be crying at night. It was definitely not easy starting things off.

However, I'm glad that I stuck with my instincts and kept what I had read in mind. I knew that supplementing would not encourage my milk to come in and that I just needed to keep my baby on the breast and nurse her as much as she wanted.

It took a bit of practice to get the correct latch. Even when we were latched correctly, the first few seconds were quite painful. I initially thought the pain was due to wrong latch, but it turns out that some women get latch-on pains that last for a few seconds at the beginning of every feed session until they get accustomed to nursing. It was quite painful,  I would just close my eyes in anticipation of the pain at each feed. That continued for at least a week. 

By the second week I was so engorged and could feel lumps forming, all the way up my underarms. That's right, my UNDERARMS ...  I know! Shocking - apparently the way I was sleeping with my arms crossed over my head would get the milk to flow in that direction. How odd!

By the third week I started getting a fever and chills and ended up being re-admitted to the hospital. I was so chocked up when they told me that I would be admitted all I could muster up to say was "What about my baby? She's breastfed". At that point in time I could not bare to be separated from my baby. I'm sure she would have been fine if I had left her with my mom to take care of. 

I insisted that I would be able to cope with taking care of my newborn whilst being hooked up to an IV the whole time. Of course my mom knew that it would be difficult and she insisted on staying with me for the whole three nights that I was in hospital sleeping on an uncomfortable semi-reclinable chair since there was no spare bed in my room. While she cared for her daughter I cared for mine. 

They put me on antibiotic drips and I had to continue on antibiotics for another 2 weeks. After running all kinds of tests they could not fine anything wrong with me and attributed my high fever to possibly mastitis and told me that I had an oversupply issue! Who would have thought. The lactation consultant asked me if I was taking any galactagogues .. and I was like galacta - WHAT? Sounded like something from a galaxy in outer space. I now know that a galactagogue is any substance taken to increase milk supply. Well, yes of course, I was on hilba and both my mom and mom-in-law insisted that I drink 3 cups of this heavy fenugreek porridge to ensure that my milk supply came in (recipe below). I was so sick of being forced to drink this porridge, it would make me feel so full that I had no appetite to eat anything else. I was so glad that I could go back home and finally stop drinking it on ... ahem.. "medical grounds". That's what it took to convince my overeager family !

During my time at the hospital I met with different lactation consultants all with different opinions on how to address  the oversupply issue. Some insisted that I should pump to relieve the engorgement, whereas others discouraged me from pumping as that would not resolve the oversupply issue. It was so confusing, but I ultimately ended up going with what I felt most comfortable doing. I took a break from pumping for a few days but then went back to pumping once a day at least because I wanted Jude to be able to alternate between bottle and breast.

Unfortunately, being on antibiotics probably lowered our good bacteria and ended up leading to thrush which was something we ended up struggling to get rid of for another 6 - 8 weeks. I even gave up sugar in the hopes of expediting the recovery.

Its been pretty smooth sailing since then, although I do think that I tended to be a bit susceptible to blocked ducts and had them on at least 4 different occasions. After trying a few different things, I found that the quickest solution for me was to take lecithin supplements whenever I started feeling a block and pumping directly after feeds to make sure to drain the block.

Today nursing is so easy and enjoyable I look forward to connecting with Jude when I get home from work in the one way that I know no one else can. I love our bond and although I initially planned on nursing for 6 months, my new aim is 1 year and will see from there.




Hilba Recipe (if you dare!) 

Ingredients
2 tbsp hilba (fenugreek)
3 tbsp rice soaked in water
pinch of cardamon powder
Saffron strands
Sugar to taste
1.5 litre milk

Directions
Soak hilba overnight in water
Grind the rice in a blender with a bit of water
Heat the milk, then add ground rice
Stir continuously to keep lumps from forming
Add sugar, cardamon and saffron
Continue to stir and cook on low flame until milk is reduced to half
Add drained hilba and continue to cook for a few more minutes
Cook less or more according to the thickness you prefer