All posts tagged: health

Enough with the eating madness

As I sit here typing, I am idly picking at the last of the festive macaroons so that they are all ‘gone’ by the new year, which I plan to sing in with a belly full of curry and sparkling wine. Over the past month, I have also quietly polished off endless mince pies, chocolates, cheese boards, pate on homemade breads, pigs in blankets, crisps, nuts, olives and crackers. Biscuits, turkey, roast potatoes, cake, edible christmas tree ornaments and leftover sandwiches. Cheese pies, creamy pastas and toast soaked in real butter. Even my ‘big’ jeans have had enough and are refusing to zip up until the eating madness stops. I have been avoiding the scales since September, after an over indulgent summer that drifted into Autumn and now Winter. I have been ignoring the tightness of the denim kneading my thighs, and pretending the double chin I see in photos is the result of a bad angle. The truth is, there are no good angles at the moment. You can no longer see my cheek bones because I have stuffed my …

In Your Face

I looked at myself in the mirror yesterday, not just to guide a face wipe over day-old mascara or while absent-mindedly brushing my hair, but I really looked at myself. I examined my face from grey-roots to neck.  I pulled at my cheeks, lifted the skin around my eyes and turned my mouth up and down. Who was this woman staring back at me, the one with the silver stripe along her crown and a forehead that wrinkled when she strained to take a closer look? Her skin looks redder than I remember and when I stretch it this way and that, it takes a few seconds to fall back into place.  Both her eyebrows are flecked with grey and she appears to be growing a third… on her chin.  Her eyes look a bit bleary, probably because she had two glasses of wine the night before; and the dark circles beneath them are there because she never sleeps well after wine. It is me, but not the me I remember. The last time I looked, really looked, my skin seemed brighter, …

Anxiety, panic attacks and living with Hashimoto’s

For the past few weeks, I have been hiding a big autoimmune flare-up. I say hiding, because I when I have these flare-ups I tend to be much quieter – online and off. Every twinge, ache and feeling in my body is exaggerated. Every one of my senses feels heightened. I have become brilliant at hiding it, but I can’t be around too many people when I feel this way. I have Hashimoto’s – an autoimmune condition that attacks my thyroid. The antibodies that are responsible for this were discovered after my second miscarriage. I have been taming these antibodies with a gluten-free diet for 2-years, but every now and again they rear their ugly head and wreak havoc on my body. I could feel them coming towards the end of the Easter school holidays. I’d had a few late nights, drinking red wine with family and friends and eating way too much of the kids’ chocolate stash. I am usually so strict about never having gluten, but there were a few chocolate eggs that I …

Losing Weight with Slimming World

You may remember last year, at my 40-year old health check, I was advised to lose weight and exercise more. Although, after years of yo-yo dieting on every fad diet to ever hit the book shelves, I did not hold out much hope for long-term success.  The nurse handed me a leaflet for Slimming World, and after an initial flurry of excitement over the unlimited carbs paragraph, I stuffed it into my pocket and went away to think about it. For about 5-months. During this time, I continued my pattern of avoiding carbs from Monday-Thursday, and then devouring them in the form of Roast Chicken & Thyme flavoured crisps every Friday night. Over the summer, I gained a few more pounds.  Many of which had Prosecco written all over them. But, when the new school year started, something switched inside me and I knew I was ready. Now, if you are not familiar with the Slimming World format, you will be forgiven for arriving at your first meeting and thinking ‘WTF?!’  After the initial new members presentation where the consultant takes you through the …

The Sickie Myth

The Greek God(zilla) returned home from a recent overseas work trip with a stinking cold.  At first, I assumed ‘stinking cold’ was man code for ‘don’t ask me to do anything’, but when he passed my ‘fancy a beer?’ test, I passed a sympathetic tissue. The stinking cold turned into the flu, which then progressed into a throat infection and totally wiped him out for a week.  So, armed with a carrier bag full of meds, he took himself off to bed with strict instructions from his doctor to stay there until he felt totally recovered.  ‘Totally’ being 8-days later. The only problem is, two days into his illness, I came down with it too. In an ideal world, I would have also taken myself back to bed with lemsip and Netflix; but when you are a work from home mum in the mornings, stay at home mum in the afternoons, and CEO of the shopping/cooking/laundry ALL of the time, who exactly do you call in sick to? The 5-year old boy who wakes you at 5am for a cuddle does not care that you have …