I should start by saying, that to a degree, this is a selfish letter. But still one that needs to be read. I was diagnosed last year with anxiety, I’ve written about it a lot, and am very much stationed on the road that is called recovery now.  But I still have days where I…

There is always a day before. The day before you meet the love of your life, the day before you get that new job, the day before you find out you are pregnant, the day before you see an old friend who inspires you. And you don’t know it is coming. You don’t know that…

Many moons ago, when I sat my GCSE’s I convinced my parents that I had failed, when I sat my A levels, I did it again. The only thing I have failed is Art – mainly because I can’t draw.  I am the proud owner of two A’s at A level and a B (and…

Day 3. 3 days of watching what I throw in my mouth, making sure I move my ass and putting annoying self righteous images of my food on instagram. No real food tracking, but more trying to repurpose my mind that food is fuel rather than an emotional crutch. It is food that I want…

This is a wee bit painful to write. Because after almost 43 years on this earth, I thought I had solved my issues with food.  After losing excess weight a few years ago, and becoming very fitness focused, I thought I was there. So my excuses… I got anxiety – crippling anxiety – I stopped…