5 is the Magic Number

The bittersweet undertones of the number five could not be underestimated last week. Five challenges I’d wiped the floor with, the buzz of success muted by the scales being 5 lbs heavier last Sunday. A celebratory consequence of doing so bloody well – out popped the bad habits. Thankfully, a week of redemption later, the…

The Chocolate Cake Hangover

Last night I had a little visitor. Perched on my shoulder, he whispered sinful nothings into my ear. I have non-affectionately named him the ‘Chocolate Cake Devil’ and in the weak moments of a late Sunday evening, his words of sabotaged encouragement did evil and I caved in. ‘Just one little forkful won’t hurt’. ‘Go…