With a new month upon us and a new season (hi Spring!) I thought it was time to check in with everyone and give you guys a mini update on some of the facets of my life. I’ve been running around like a headless chook for the last few weeks and I’m finally well and truly out of Winter hibernation mode. Yay! Bring on sunshine and festivities, I’m ready!
Whilst taking a break from the blog I’ve been spending a lot of time doing things for me. Yes, the blog is my thing, but it does become quite stressful and tiring at times, especially when you push yourself to stick to a schedule that can be sometimes impossible, especially when your work schedule changes every week, sometimes at the last minute. I’ll admit I was putting a lot of pressure on myself to have three posts out per week.
I know I know. Getting up in the morning is hard. But come Winter it’s 500 times harder. Your bed is warm, it’s bitter outside and motivation is clearly lacking. But just because it’s the coldest time of year doesn’t mean life stops. These days should not be wasted! As hard as it is, I enjoy getting up early (even in Winter), because there are memories to be made and fun to be had.
I don’t know about you, but I used to struggle to get out of bed in the morning. I’d whinge, moan, shuffle around like a zombie and head into work feeling like the world was going to fall on my head. Negative much! But I soon realised if you start your day happy the rest will fall into place and it’ll make the day (and your life) easier for you, and those around you.
I never thought I’d see the day when I woke up extremely early on a Saturday morning to exercise. I’m not a huge fan of getting sweaty at the gym and hate “walking” as much as I hate a lot of green vegetables, so when I set my alarm for 5am a few weeks ago I knew I must be crazy. Why so early you ask? Because I randomly lost my mind and enrolled in a yoga class with a friend.
Dear Body, I wrote to you about a year back now. At that time I was finally starting to feel comfortable in my skin, and now twelve months on I thought it was a good time to rewrite you. A year back I’d finally come to terms with the fact you were the body I was given, and I had to embrace it. And these days I am really loving the skin I’m in. As a woman it is common to struggle with body image issues from day dot. Back in high school I really didn’t like you too much Body. I was the first to grow boobs (thanks family genes), my skin wasn’t the best and I didn’t participate in sport because I was too embarrassed to run in front of people. But I just wanted to tell you, I voluntarily took part in a boxing class recently. It was part of a blogger collaboration with four other bloggers, a MMA fight coach, a brilliant photographer and a fashion designer specialising in sports luxe. …
Nearly every day is a multiple cup of coffee day. I wake up, pop the coffee machine on while I shower, scull back a cup of strong black brew before zooming to work and heading straight to the coffee shop. And one hour later I’m back again for number three.