Change. Again?

Can't sleep. Night before a job interview butterflies. I say butterflies like it feels like dainty, fluttery movements, when it's actually a wild boar stomping on my tummy. To be fair, it could be the gigantic Aunt Flo crippling me. Ugh. I love working at the gym. I've made great friends and love all the …

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One Whole Year.

I can't actually believe it's been nearly one year since my last blog post. I just re-read it and it literally feels like I wrote it yesterday. Damn sloth. What can I say about the last year? It's been pretty good on the whole. I'm still a bit chubby but I've kept off the stone …

‘She’s in the wallpaper!!’

In the middle of the night, I find myself staring at the wall... I'm not asleep, but I'm not awake. I'm somewhere in the middle. Limbo? 'I wish they had margaritas here in limbo...' Do you ever look at completely normal, everyday objects, doors, wallpaper, clouds... and are able to make out a face in …

New body update 🙌🏻 July 2018

So, it's been a while. Not intentionally but somehow I've forgotten that I have this little blog. I hereby resurrect it with a belter of a progress picture... Please exit should naked stomachs affect you. Yes, I know people like this 🤦🏻‍♀️ This is -17lbs (and a lot of up & downs) difference. From January …

On the daily…

Everyday I struggle. Some struggles are big, when I can't stop crying, sometimes for hours. Some struggles are small, when a thought or action just catches me off guard and then I'm completely fine 30 seconds later. They all feel the same though. Whether they last hours or seconds. Last week I had a complete …

One down! One to go!

Finally, things seem to be coming together • Health & fitness • Family • Most importantly, me. To say I’ve struggled since B was born is an understatement. No-one could have prepared me for what was about to go down. And even after his health improved, mine was getting worse. Physically, yes I was fine. …

Uh. She’s talking again.

MrsBoys

Anxiety.

That bloody little A word. I hate it.

Thanks to my father, I’ve always had a drop of anxiety. He’s riddled with it.

Claustrophobia is something I’ve had to endure since I can remember. My first memory of being claustrophobic was a school trip to Southampton. Like a ‘team building’ day. Build a raft, climb a wall. Yeah yeah. Crawl through this dark concrete tunnel carrying a jug of water? … erm, I don’t bloody think so. I got, literally, one knee in and my heart fell out my chest and into my jug.

”Nope. No thanks. Hell noooo” I said to my team. Cue lots of ”Uh, Jemma’s scared”. Then lots of crying on my part. Kids can be such bastards, am I wrong?!

Anyway. I’ve had a few ‘moments’ in nightclubs, where it’s got too crowded and I’ve had to get friends to pull me outside…

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Uh. She’s talking again.

Anxiety. That bloody little A word. I hate it. Thanks to my father, I've always had a drop of anxiety. He's riddled with it. Claustrophobia is something I've had to endure since I can remember. My first memory of being claustrophobic was a school trip to Southampton. Like a 'team building' day. Build a raft, …

A letter to my Mum.

Dear Mum, Well, two years eh? Quickest two years of my life that's for sure. It still only feels like yesterday since we said our 'See you laters'. Aiden has his SATS exams soon, I think he's a bit anxious but I know he'll smash them all. He got into the secondary school he chose, …