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…

The Strange Symptoms Continue

Peering at me through quizzical eyes, after my third affirmation that there is no wine in the house, eventual realisation mists over her irises – I am actually being serious. A Friday night of socialising, after a long week of work, and I’m not drinking. Thankful for supportive friends, if there had been wine in…

Doctor, Doctor – Something Strange is Happening to me

1 week into my 8 Week Whole Body Makeover, something very strange is happening to me. Off I trotted on a kebab run errand for Mr T, willing my willpower not to fail me. As I stood amidst the luscious greasy meat smells of the kebab shop, I suddenly realised something. I had no desire…

8 Week Whole Body Makeover

I’d been so good since Christmas. The gym had been beckoning me at the break of dawn and my body was on a journey to feeling happier, healthier, lighter and more toned. Then, about a month ago, the self sabotage gene kicked in – the little devil in my head spurring me on to snooze…