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I’ve been on a slippery slope for a while now and with everything going on depression wise I’ve neglected my body.

Big time.

I’m not sure why I’m finding things so hard this time – I just can’t seem to find the motivation and willpower and I’m stuck in an awful mindset. Continue reading “Back to Fat Club”

Dear Me, pre-motherhood, when my arse didn’t require its own postcode

Dear Me, pre-motherhood, AKA 2013-me.

You may not believe this but in four years time you will be a mum to a little shit boisterous free-spirited two year old mancub you named the mancub.

Crazy right – they’ve just told you that you can’t conceive naturally, that you don’t ovulate. Continue reading “Dear Me, pre-motherhood, when my arse didn’t require its own postcode”