how being fat makes me feel like a failure in every part of my life

Being Fat At the beginning of 2017, I turned 40 and I was fat, the fattest that I had ever been. I had spent most of 2016 on a diet of some sort - all in aim of being at my goal weight for my 40th birthday.  That goal didn't happen. I really felt the impact of being so fat when I turned 40.  First of all, I had failed at my millionth attempt at losing weight.  That I had been overweight for almost half of my life; my attempts to remember how fit and thin I was in my...

25kg overweight and I feel sensational! wait, what?

Today I feel good about myself. Isn't it great (and a little strange) that losing even just a small amount of weight can have such a positive impact on the way that you feel about yourself. I have lost just over 5kg in four weeks.  And today, I reached into the drawer and pulled out my 'normal' jeans.  These are my favourite pair of jeans because they fit me really well at this weight.  A month ago, on my birthday, they were almost too tight to wear.  I remember wearing them to the kids' first day of school and feeling...

living life. now. no matter what your weight is.

It's Sunday morning here.  Not too early - just before 7am.  I've been awake for hours, fighting off horrible dreams.  Not dreams about monsters or serial killers.  Instead, thoughts, dreams and feelings that we (probably) all experience almost every single day.  I was dreaming about being left out of the cool group.  If I was 10 years younger, I'd be making a joke about FOMO. (more…)
oh no! it’s winter. it may as well be summer.

oh no! it’s winter. it may as well be summer.

[caption id="attachment_21" align="alignnone" width="382"] Waking up in the early morning is cruel[/caption] a day on repeat My day began this morning in the usual way – stumbling with my eyes closed, hands outreached in front of me like a zombie, clutching my phone and walking what felt like a mile to my son’s room, which is just across the hall. It was just after midnight – 12.03am to be precise. I had been asleep for just over two hours. My son was crying and calling out for me. He’s been sick so there’s snot and body fluids being coughed and...