Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Any regular reader will know I spend a lot of time writing about my waistline. Because it changes, frequently. I have a wardrobe of clothes from size 10 to 16. I lost a lot of weight a few years ago, and I have gained some of it back. But it hasn’t impacted me mentally as…
2017 has been more about eating my greens and staying out of the treat jar. 2016 was pretty much about swimming in the treat jar. Perhaps 2018 will be more about balance? But seriously, this year, I am trying to be kinder to myself. Not telling myself I am on a diet – because it…
Yesterday I became a master. I competed. If you follow my Facebook or Instagram you would be aware of this already, as when I have a competition I tend to regress to my inner toddler and shout “look at me, I’m doing it” through the medium of social media. Sorry, but not sorry. There is…
It has been an epic summer, we have holidayed in France and Cornwall, drank Rose by moonlight, scoffed down Camembert and mussels, followed by fish and chips. It has been a summer of smiles and memories. But holy cow, it has been hell on the waistline. (And to be honest the waistline wasn’t faring too…
At the time of writing, my quads are on fire. The very act of sitting down causes me to yelp like a wounded hound, and sitting on the toilet involves curse words my mother would disapprove of. Every part of me aches. It feels amazing. I have trained, at my new CrossFit box, for three…