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Could we agree for arguments sake that January has been a free trial month for 2018 and that the new year will really begin in February.  By all accounts for me, January has not been a joyful month. I did not meet it full of hope and promise but more with a quiet dread for the many car related bills I was facing into and through a veil of sugar. Even though sugar has never done me any favours, i seem to be destined to fall off the wagon time and time again and im never the better for it. As well ad this i had a few random night shifts thrown in among my days and my gym attendance had been less than spectacular. I haven't been looking good and I've been feeling even worse and just at the point where I became determined to finally tackle it, I found myself facing into my next fortnight of nights. Anyone who has met me while on night duty knows they turn me into a hot mess. There's really no point in attempting to make major lifestyle changes while on nights because the

I think we can all agree that as months go, January kind of sucks for pretty much everyone. It's cold and dark and everyone is poor from Christmas. December is often a month of fun and spending and overindulgence where as January is realising how much you have over indulged and facing up to bills and the prospect of resolutions you will probably never keep. I don't drink anymore so its fair to say every January is a dry January for me now. I don't have that to add to my misery and my junk food run only lasted 10 glorious days before I came to my senses and began my good old sugar detox but I haven't trained in three weeks and I have lost my motivation for pretty much everything so it's fair to say I am feeling the pinch of more than just my jeans. I am not a big fan of January and I know I am not alone here but I am not looking for solidarity. Somehow in some mix of poor timing I find myself paying for every car related thing this month. I have just put m

Last night I was back in bed, a mere few hours after I'd woken up because I had worked a night shift Tuesday night which I was still buckled from and I had to be up at silly O'clock this morning for work. I was really tired but I had spent most of my day sleeping or trying to sleep so I was struggling a little. As I lay in bed despairing of how tired I was I had a sudden thought about how on my next birthday I would turn 36 and then just continuously get older. My hair needs to be dyed more often now (for grey coverage), I am starting to see traces of visible lines on my face and even though I am most definitely in the age bracket for anti aging creams, I have never ever bought one. I am single and childless (admittedly by choice) but I had chosen this moment to panic about the possibility that I might want and not have children in the future (you'd think at my age I would know if this was something I should be panicking about but nope). I am finding it is taking less ti