Everyone tells you, no matter what you’re suffering through, that the road to recovery is difficult and strenuous. And they’re right, there’s no doubt about it. I have technically been in recovery since around March- that was when I seriously injured myself and my brain suddenly clicked and I realised that I had to do…… Continue reading Recovery is a long and arduous road.
Hey guys! Day 4(?) of the IntroToPoetry challenge from WordPress, and today’s prompt was Journey. Instead of taking what could have been the easy road and writing about my physical travels I’ve recently embarked on, I wanted to stay true to my blogging origins and talk about my journey of recovery. Enjoy! From a dark and twisted place she…… Continue reading A Difficult Journey
If you know me personally (or have been reading my blogs for a while) you’ll know that I hate being alone. Not alone in the sense that I panic and think that I’ll be alone forever and never have anyone to come home to after work at night or cuddle after a long day, I…… Continue reading It’s okay to be alone.
Have you ever seen La La Land? I hadn’t. Not till the other night, when I met up with a good friend of mine at Luna Park in Sydney and we snuggled under blankets and watched it together. It was beautiful. The view of the Sydney Harbour Bridge is absolutely incredible from the entrance of the park…… Continue reading Watching a magical film under the stars.
Those who know me know my Fitbit has been as much a part of me as my fingers and my toes, and I can sincerely say, that up until Monday, I hadn’t gone a day without it since the day I received my first one. Every step, every workout, every drop of sweat was obsessively…… Continue reading Being fit without my Fitbit
At the peak of my illness, I double trained (sometimes triple trained) most days, ran at least 5k every single day, and never took a day off. From July 2016 to January 2017, I had one rest day, and that was totally not a welcome one. I’d simply been too hungover to move from my…… Continue reading Looking back to look forward.
Bags packed, car loaded, days off, no responsibilities. Going on holiday is one of the most exciting feelings in the world. Unless all you can think about is what you’ll be eating and the lack of gym over the next four days. It sounds so silly written down… even when I say it out loud…… Continue reading The realities of holidaying with an eating disorder.
Last week, my still-recovering torn ligament screamed at me as soon as I stepped onto the treadmill. Having gone to the gym with the full intention of running at least 5K to kick start my half marathon training, the fact that after three minutes my lungs felt like they hated being in my body and…… Continue reading One step at a time.