In February I started a new job in a local restaurant and, though I don’t want to be a waitress for the rest of my life and I also do not agree with the way the place is run, I was fortunate enough to meet a great bunch of people with whom I work… Louise,… Continue reading The people you work with make all the difference.
To get us through the next 6 weeks without each other, my boyfriend and I wrote down some goals that we would each achieve before we saw one another again. Some were silly- for example, I have to start watching and finish all of the available episodes of House of Cards. One season in and it’s… Continue reading A promise to myself and a goal to achieve.
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.
What do you do when you become a year older? Go out, get so drunk you can’t make it in for work the next morning; get a piercing or a tattoo; get a drastic hair cut; go on holiday; go shopping and spend a ridiculous amount of money? The options are pretty much endless… and… Continue reading Just keep running..
Last night my boyfriend, my best friend and her boyfriend and I attended G and I’s graduation ball- something that seemed so far away and unreachable back in the day when I was an innocent little fresher who didn’t know the stresses of being a university student to come. I was so excited for this… Continue reading Celebrating the end of a chapter of our lives.
Being strong sucks away so much energy from your body. It literally drains you, and normally, a good night’s sleep is all it takes for your body and mind to reset and you’re ready to face the new day and be everyone’s confidante, anchor, friend… you name a mould, you are physically and mentally –… Continue reading Being strong is tiring.
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.