My last two posts have been kind of heavy, so I thought this week I’d speak about my new obsession and whether or not it’s a waste of time or actually beneficial. I live in Scotland at the moment, somewhere, though beautiful and green and dotted with magnificent landscapes during the summer months when the…… Continue reading Losing yourself in a world of colour.
Life would be so much easier if there was an ‘off’ button to shut out the thoughts and feelings that come with eating disorders and mental health illnesses. We’d simply reach round, flick the switch and get on with our suddenly brighter lives and that would be that. But it doesn’t happen like that. You…… Continue reading The uphill struggle of recovery.
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.
As a 23 year old near-millennial female living in Britain, I have grown up being exposed to all the diets under the sun- Atkins, liquid and juice-only diets, the Grapefruit Diet (which I tried for two weeks when I was 16 and I swear to Zeus I’ve never had gas so bad in my life), and all…… Continue reading Why I don’t agree with Slimming World and Weight Watchers.
Not gonna lie I’m going to whip out an awful pun soon, and you know what? You’re just going to have to love it. A couple of weeks ago I was browsing through Netflix, and saw a new addition had appeared, a Netflix original, called To The Bone, and, an hour and a half later, I…… Continue reading Netflix is cranking it up.
I’ve mentioned in a previous post that I really get along with my work colleagues- that I like them all enough to be able to spend more than a few hours with them without having to plaster on a huge fake smile and talk about things I have no interest in. And there is an…… Continue reading Music and Mental Health
That’s it, I’m back in Scotland. Beautiful, rainy, cold Scotland, where most of the time I spend outside is used for wiping down my glasses or complaining about how chilly it is. First port of call? Wine. Sometimes, when you know the onslaught of holiday blues is imminent, a glass of wine and a tear-inducing…… Continue reading Holiday blues