The five year plan referred to in my last blog – i.e. my intention to survive January – is going well. It may be time to note some wins before tripping over February’s Groundhog Day and repeating my January pity party. Firstly a shout out to all of us without webbed feet who have survived…
Tag: mental-health
Uncomfortable silence
I love a car journey – not for fuel price or traffic jam (not a total sadist) but because I love a podcast opportunity. I have ditched listening to the news on my daily commute and, although I am now a poorly informed member of society, I have much lower blood pressure. An open road,…
‘Our Back Yard’
I kick in with a strong dose of grumpy ‘mature’ woman irreverence today. The uninitiated may diagnose my lack of sunny disposition by noting that I blog while still wearing the sodden muddy lycra that is the badge of madness earned from subjecting myself to an outdoor fitness session in a biblical thunder storm on…
Gluteal amnesia
In the weeks since saying goodbye to mum, I feel both the loss of my parent and the loss of my ally in the adoption of random health and fitness advice – gobbets of information that we accepted without science or reason. Because we were both so accepting of novel and unsubstantiated wellbeing advice, I…
The Dragonfly Jar 