As I get ready for bed tonight, I catch a glimpse of myself in my full length mirror on my ikea wardrobe. I turn away. I try not to ponder on what I just saw. I try not to get on the scales. I try to eat more salad. I try not to wear the… Continue reading Me, myself and my body dysmorphia
The gym is not my natural habitat. I’ve never been a very physically fit person. I’ve never really shown any physical or sporting prowess. As a result I’m ridiculously unhealthy and suffer from a bad case of cellulite on my arse and thighs. As a relatively small girl, I hate this about myself. I had… Continue reading Hot Tub
Took my children swimming today. This isn’t unusual, it’s one of our favourite things to do together. My kids are confident in the pool, more so than me and therefore like to swim and do tricks underwater. I’m trying to tone up a bit so despite having to supervise them, I try to keep my… Continue reading Wobbly bits
So, as mentioned before my biggest ( or should I say ‘smallest’) body hang up is my boobs, or lack there-of. I had booked a trip away for me and the children with some friends and their children to legoland. It dawned on me last week that as the hotel there has a pool it… Continue reading Chicken Fillet tales
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