In February last year, I developed a stress fracture on my hip, which led to me having to go three months unable to even walk properly and without pain let alone jogging or running. *gasp* Absolute nightmare. Being on my semester abroad, I kind of went a bit mental with trying – then gorging- on French food.…… Continue reading Do a T-Swizzle and Shake (Run) it Off
Making friends gets so much harder as we get older. It’s not like when we were kids- seeing someone you kind of liked the look of, or sharing a sweet with another child in the playground and bonding over a game of hide and seek- making new friends as adults is really damn difficult. Why?…… Continue reading Anxiously making friends.
Love is in the air. The 13th February rolled round this year- DESPERATION DAY- and for the first time ever I wasn’t despairingly looking for someone to spend the dreaded Valentine’s Day with me, whether it be a guy I already knew or a gal pal in the same situation. There is so much pressure for us…… Continue reading My first ever V-Day.
Today, I was supposed to get up at 6am for breakfast in order to make it into the gym for 7 and the library at 8am. That did’t happen. I got up at the right time and ate my breakfast, but saw how comfortable my boyfriend was sleeping on my bed and crawled right back…… Continue reading Pyjama days are healing.
So, over the last few months, I’ve been attending counselling sessions at my local mental health clinic to get to the root of my eating disorder and try and silence the horrid thoughts that swim around my head on a daily basis. Since November, I’ve started to identify the difference between what is a thought…… Continue reading What would your mate say?
So at the beginning of the year I set myself a few simple goals. I shared them with you to hold myself accountable and motivate myself. Here’s a quick update! I have had no chocolate so far in 2017. This has been a heck of a lot harder than I thought it was going to be, not…… Continue reading New Year’s Resolutions- an update
Originally posted on Our Nourished Table:
I am a recovering perfectionist. And yet…if you asked people who know me on a basic level, if I was or ever had been a perfectionist, they would probably laugh in your face. You see, I have a wild mane of curly hair. That I never brush. My car…