Mumbelievable is about helping mums to see and believe how incredible they are.

These confidence cards are little high fives to remind you (or the person you buy them for!) that you’re an amazing human being. They’re a source of empowerment, encouragement and reassurance for you, designed to help you reconnect with yourself and regain your inner confidence.

You need to buy these if:

• You’re a mum who wants to treat yourself to a confidence boost.
• There’s a mum in your life who needs to know how much they’re admired, appreciated and loved.
• You’re a Dad who wants to score serious brownie points.
• You’re looking for the perfect Christmas gift for a mum who should know she’s doing a hell of a job.

The cards also double up as postcards so you have the option to keep them yourself or give them to others to let them know they’re one hell of a mother. I love this feature!

They’ll speak to you at different times, when you’re going through different experiences and emotions. Pick a card that resonates with you the most and stick it on a mirror, the fridge, in your diary…anywhere you’ll see it.

Remind yourself often of that message and how it makes you feel.

As this becomes a habit, you’ll start to notice your mindset changing for the better. You’ll feel more positive, calm and in control.

Click here to buy now!

What women are saying……

“Every woman needs these empowering cards.” Vicki Psarias, AKA Honest Mum

“I had a real wobble on Thursday and this was just what I needed. These cards are awesome. We all need reminding every now and again (like, every day!)” Amy (Facebook)

“My confidence cards arrived today. I LOVE then. Thank you so much for creating such an empowering product for women.” Anisa, a mum from Yorkshire

“These should be given out with new mum packs. Every mum deserves a pack of these.” Nikki (Facebook)

Product information:

• Each pack comes with 25 cards featuring a different confidence message, and they’re postcard sized.
• They come beautifully packaged in a muslin bag with a gorgeous tag and ribbon.
• The cards have a postcard backing so you can send them as cards to your mum friends when they need a boost. (LOVE this feature)
• Price: £12.95 per pack (plus £1.50 P&P)
• Click here to buy now!

Here it is. My public declaration. All this work I’ve been doing around confidence among mums has shocked and saddened me more than I was prepared for. But it’s also ignited a fire in me that has given me purpose. I can’t just do nothing when so many mums feel this way about themselves. I won’t.

So….here’s my mission. I want to help a million mums to feel the way they deserve to about themselves.

That’s right. A whole million. I might be crazy, but that’s what I’ll be spending 2017 doing.

I’m going to do this through the blog and content I write and share via the Facebook page, through products like the Mumbelievable cards (and other products coming soon) events and an online programme coming early in 2017.

So there it was, in the cold light of day. I couldn’t do ‘this’ on my own. I needed outside input to start my recovery from a debilitating eating disorder.

I’d been ‘defeated’.

But had I?

In my mind up until the point I accepted I wasn’t getting very far very fast, if I couldn’t sort out my recovery and gain control over my eating disorder myself, I’d have failed. I’d have been too weak.

But in actual fact, the realisation that the time had come to accept this wasn’t going to happen and that I did need to seek some help was unexpectedly liberating.

I think one of the lowest points was forcing myself into work one morning and collapsing early on in the day. I’d felt completely awful but that was nothing new. I just powered through. I’d already done a DVD workout before work and not eaten a thing, and I remember it being mid-morning. I just couldn’t stay conscious any more. My vision started to blur, and I felt myself falling.

When I came to, I had no strength or inclination to hide it any longer. I’d confided in one of my colleagues who had become a close friend so she knew I was ill, but no-one else did. And out it tumbled. The shame I felt had forced me to hide it from them, but they were incredible. The support and love I felt as they called Tim and we waited for him to come and get me was tangible. I guess there was a bit of an intervention that day.

We got an emergency doctor’s appointment and I had some blood tests. He told me I was quite underweight, which I shook off and dismissed as ridiculous because I have a petite frame but, if I’m completely honest I did that because to me – quite genuinely – there could be no such thing.

I went home to bed. I’d hit a massive wall and couldn’t really remember a time when I’d felt that unwell.

It turned out that my liver was shutting down.

This was major. And still, my overriding concern was that because I was resting (and not exercising), I’d be putting weight on. Not that this was a potentially life-threatening health risk that had begun because my eating disorder had got so terribly bad.

Not long afterwards, I started a new job. A dream job, with a dream team in an organisation I would have bled for. I was happier. My previous job (where liver-gate happened) had been a very stressful, unsupportive and tense environment so this was such a change and I think that combined with having a boss I trusted was a catalyst to me finding the right time to approach the idea of proper help.

I’d been suffering intensely for around three years at this point.

I spoke to my boss and spilled about my situation. I had no option. If I was to receive treatment as an outpatient, I’d need to take time off during work hours to go to the appointments.

Reaching out to people took more courage than I felt I had within me, but it paid off. I hated the idea that she would think less of me because of my mental health issues. I feared she would think me less capable and would trust me less at work.

I wasn’t prepared for her reaction, which was pure compassion. This amazing woman sat there and said the most beautiful things to me about the courage it had taken to talk to her, and offered whatever support I needed to get better.

So it began. First with an assessment (one of the most gruelling things I’ve ever had to sit through – my shame was palpable and I couldn’t even take my coat off, I felt so intensely vulnerable) followed by The Diagnosis (equally mortifying), followed by a recommendation for Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT) at a local private hospital. I was so fortunate to have healthcare cover with work.

CBT isn’t a magic bullet, in my opinion. And this is all just that – my opinion and experience.

I took some gems from it that paved the way for me to progress in a huge way with my recovery, but it wasn’t The Answer. It was a powerful catalyst for me to begin to challenge the way I thought about and treated myself though, so perhaps it’s possible that it offered me more long-term than I realised.

Roy, my psychotherapist taught me this, which changed the way I think about many things in my life: that you can’t reason your way out of an emotional state.

I can’t really believe I hadn’t realised that before. It seems like such a simple concept, but this was revolutionary for me because it enabled me to start to understand my thoughts a bit better, and also my reactions to my thoughts. Perhaps to become a bit more present and aware of the thoughts I was having, which I guess is the first step towards regaining some degree of control over how we react and respond to our thoughts, rather than signing over exclusive rights to all control over to the thoughts themselves.

He taught me to treat myself with more compassion, and to ease up on myself by showing me that the standards I set for myself were unachievable so I was doomed to failure unless I challenged my own expectations.

My weight does not equal my worth became my inner mantra. A bit of an affirmation. I didn’t say it out loud or anything, but I had to find ways of reprogramming my fear around what imaginary catastrophes would happen if I put weight on.

I truly began to accept that my eating disorder was all about control for me, and that it was possible to take back the power. I started to feel like it might be possible to feel different. It wasn’t immediate, but at that point even a glimmer of hope was so big, I can’t even describe how empowered I felt – just by that remote possibility.

I’d started to feel as though life could become different, and that this might not get the better of me. That I might not always be all-consumed by this disgusting beast. That I might wake up one day and not feel as though the risk of giving in and just letting it take me as it wanted to was so high.

Roy helped me to understand that this was a permanent thing. It was never going to go away. My recovery is and will always be ongoing.

This took the pressure off me to reach this seemingly unachievable utopia of the ‘normal’ I sobbed for at night. My idea of ‘perfect’ did not exist, and once he impressed this upon me – along with the fact that my recovery would always be a work in progress that required constant supervision and maintenance – I relaxed. This was transformational for me.

The pressure for recovery to be final is immense and unreasonable.  Or at least, it was for me.

Accepting that this was part of my tapestry and understanding that the hard days didn’t equate to failure was oddly freeing. Permission was granted to begin again the next day, and the only pre-requisite was that I must try (not succeed, necessarily, just try – there’s such a huge difference between the two) to be kinder to myself.

My relentless perfectionism was not doing my any favours – just damage. Just because you have a bad day, it doesn’t mean you’re losing. It takes more strength to recover from those days and keep pushing towards the future you want than it does on the days it comes easier.

Perhaps the biggest and most enduring gift that Roy gave me was this: we must behave the way we want to be. And this goes for all of us, in every area of our lives.

For me, this meant being religious and committed about wanting to follow what I was being taught. To get out of bed on the days when I wanted to pull the duvet over my head and shut out the world. To force myself to eat three meals a day, and to do my best to regulate my exercise.

I chose not to take medication. I was offered it many times, but didn’t feel it was right for me. This was my personal choice and I’m not sure I would make the same decision today, knowing what I do now. I know and love many people who have been helped immeasurably by medical intervention. We all just have to do what it right for us.

Slowly but surely, the shackles loosened.

Fast forward a couple more years, and I was finally edging towards a place I’d previously thought just didn’t exist.

Above all else, I wanted to get better for Tim and for our future. The idea of having a family and potentially risking passing on my issues was more terrifying than I could every articulate. I had so much to live for.

In the next post I’ll move on to becoming pregnant and how I dealt with the physical and emotional changes. Thank you so much for reading. The response to this series has been truly unbelievable. My greatest hope is that this will help someone, somewhere to find the strength to be kinder to themselves. X

Click here to read the next part in this series.

 

This is the month of launches! First event, first product and now first guest interview series.

The momentum right now is awesome and these truly are exciting times for Mumbelievable. I couldn’t do this without every single one of you and I’m so grateful.

A while ago I had the idea of curating a new guest series of interview posts called ‘The Mumbelievables’. Like The Incredibles, but for mums. To tell you the stories of amazing women – who are mothers – doing brilliant things and give you a snapshot into their lives. I’m so happy to be able to bring you this kind of amazing content and I hope you’ll find it truly inspiring!

I’ll interview a broad range of women from all walks of life in this series. I’ll ask them about themselves, about being a mum and about confidence. I hope there’ll be something in each interview we can all relate to and use to inspire us to live more fully, confidently and boldly.

Here’s the first….it’s a corker.

Sometimes in life you have the rare privilege of meeting someone so extraordinary, they change the way you see the world.

Katrina Melsome is one of those people.

I am lucky to be her friend. Katrina is 35 and had her second daughter around the same time as I had Xav. Our families shared some of the hellish colic struggles and sleeplessness that first summer.

Shortly after those newborn days were behind her, having known for a while that something wasn’t right, Katrina was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer.

Since then, she has made every single second of every day count with her gorgeous family, creating precious memories and endless fun for her beautiful daughters and amazing husband. She’s relentlessly raised money for Breast Cancer Care, organising events and pushing herself to the limit with physical challenges. She tirelessly raises cancer awareness and writes honestly and with the most amazing courage about how she’s feeling (both physically and emotionally) so her friends and family are able to support her. She works both as a legal secretary and runs a fab cake business (My Lolly’s Cupcakes) too, on top of managing her joyous but hectic home life.

Quite frankly, Katrina astounds me.

The way she has used what has happened to her to create so much good in the world is a beautiful thing.

The way she shows us how it’s possible to make every day count, in amongst the need to continue doing normal things like running a home and working is something I admire so much.

The way she finds the strength to see the beauty in her life on the good days and the courage to let people help her on the not-so-good days is one of the things I love most about her.

This extraordinary woman can teach us so much about what is truly important. I hope you enjoy her interview.

Who are you? What makes you, you?

I’m many different people. A mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a work colleague, but I try to find time to just be Katrina, when I can! I think all my life experiences makes me who I am, having children, getting married, divorced, married again, being diagnosed with a terminal illness have all shaped me into who I am today.

If someone else was to sum you up in five words, what do you think those words would be?

I think if my husband were to sum me up in 5 words they’d be: strong, loving, creative, organised and caring.

Who are the three most important people in your life, and why?

My husband Gareth and my two girls Lauren and Abigail. My husband because he is my soul mate, best friend, personal comedian and my absolute rock through everything life throws at me. My girls because they are my world, my life and my reason for getting up in the morning. They make me realise that no matter how shit life gets, I made two perfect girls who will always need me and always love me. Even on my darkest days Abi’s infectious laugh can have me in stitches.

What are the three most important things in your life and why?

My home, where I feel safe, secure and loved; photographs of my family and friends so as my memory starts to fail me I can remember all those special moments through the pictures and my sense of humour, without which I don’t think I’d survive some days!

What does confidence mean to you?

Confidence is belief in yourself, that you are good enough and that you can achieve and do anything you set your mind to.

How do you feel about yourself now compared to before you became a mum?

I am a lot less selfish since becoming a mum. My stresses and priorities in life have certainly changed and I cherish the simpler things in life.

What advice would you give to someone who doubts herself?

We all doubt ourselves at times; it’s normal. But it’s ok to believe in yourself. You know what is best for you and you should trust yourself. It’s also ok to ask for help or advice though. Women should empower each other and look out for each other.

What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned in your life so far?

That life can be cruel and life is certainly too short – grab it with both hands, enjoy it as much as you can, surround yourself with people who love you and make you happy. Be kind to each other.

And finally, where is your happy place?

Anywhere my children are. But if I had to pick specifically, it’d be tucked up in bed with them on a Sunday morning getting crumbs in the bed from breakfast and watching cartoons.

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