Last week I finally gave up on my skin and my self diagnosis and went to the doctor. It turns out it’s not a fungal infection, it’s rosacea.
I have become one of those. Yes, one of THOSE. That talks about the gym, their workouts and their food. Phil is doing his best to be supportive but I know inside he is doing major stink eye at me. I literally talk about my aching muscles daily. He’s a saint. A saint that’s screaming, more »
After a fantastic start to the year with my gym month of February, I very quickly slid down the slide of doom back into old habits. I used the excuse of moving house and subsequently cancelling my gym membership for just over six weeks. Following the six week period of eating and drinking (all the more »
In the last few days I have felt like Leo aboard that giant steamer – full of spunk and excitement. This is the gym’s fault. I know Phil is probably sick of listening when I tell him about every minute and every stretch of my workout and how my muscles are aching and how good I feel. more »
One of my good friends is currently staying with us, having just arrived in London. Last night we enjoyed a girls night in watching trash TV, drinking red wine and eating pizza oozing with cheese. It was magic. But we discussed how blah we both feel, sluggish and heavy and not at our optimal health. We more »