Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
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…
No matter where you look, it feels you are being forced to exercise. You’re not, of course, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that, wherever you look, there are washboard abs and fitties speeding down the pavement and looking like they’ve not even broken a sweat. On social media, it’s the same. Everyone…
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…
The kids have been off school for what feels like a million years; but still, I seem to be deeply unorganised when it comes to getting them ready to go back! Which completely contrasts the fact that I have been counting down the days… My slight over worrier teenage daughter has been the opposite though,…
