Todays been a good day for general life.

Not only did I find myself in Dunelm Mills with Mumma Snacks, buying ‘finishing touches’ for the house, but we shockingly found ourselves (man, I’m even a little embarrassede to be admitting this…) but, in their cafe (why else do you think I love that place so much)… Continue reading

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Day: Sharing and walking-ish

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Arms

As much as I hate to admit it, I’m starting to lose motivation on the workout front. Mainly because I can’t seem to do anything without dying from loss of breath or feeling uncomfortable because a certain being is starfishing inside of me. So I’m left with “power” walking, and um… yeah, that’s about it. Because trekking to the gym to lift a couple of weights for 20minutes just hardly seems worth it now!  Continue reading

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Day: Dream Goals

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So Biggy Snacks has been looking out for me and made me, what I can only describe as “healthy cr*p” for breakfast – complete with, and served up in a jam jar… I mean, of course, I couldn’t possibly eat it from a bowl. No way jose! That  would surely ruin the taste… the look…. the PHOTO OPPORTUNITY!
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Day: Jam Jar Breakfast – obviously

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Carrot cake (yeah yeah, I’m back on this one)

If you read this blog on the regs, you’ll know that I am a pretty big fan of Carrot cake. I’m not sure if that’s a subconscious decision due to the fact my mind tells me it’s a ‘healthier’ option. A bit like Banana cake. Surely there has to be an element of it being a fraction healthier than the normal chocolate sort??? Continue reading

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Day: If you can justify it…

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So today, this happened… permission to judge!

I don’t think I need to actually write a post here. You can clearly see for yourself that today was a bad day for the diet. But it’s ok. As with life nowadays, I’m not going to beat myself up about it. Just move on, and continue to try… Continue reading

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Day: I let myself go. And I mean… REALLY bad.

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SweatyGym

Join me here. Do you ever experience that annoying realisation that you have no excuse not to get your ass to the gym. My gear is washed and put neatly away in my drawer. It’s just there… waiting… patiently for me to take it out, put it on and torture myself with an hour on the machines while it soaks up my salty sweat! Nice. Continue reading

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Day: I washed my gym gear… this means I must go!?

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