Sanity

So here’s the second part in this little series of posts about what it has been like for me to be in recovery from an eating disorder and then become pregnant and a mum. What you’re about to read is simply my account of what has happened to me. It’s

When my son, Xav was born I wasn’t prepared for how much of a hit my confidence would take. It didn’t really dawn on me until he was around a year/18 months old that I was a shell of a woman who desperately needed to remember who she was. I’d

In an interview with Vanity Fair, Adele has admitted suffering from post-natal depression which has left her ‘too scared’ to have another baby and talked in her own brilliant, inimitable way about how hard she’s found being a mum. How powerful that someone like Adele, who (to the rest of

Today has turned out to be one of those brilliant but un-plannable spontaneous days. It started out a bit crap if I’m honest, with some plans cancelled and the long expanse of a day with lots of hours to fill. Factor in that it’s been half term and I’ve been

You might remember that a few weeks ago I posted a plea on the blog for help with a survey about how women feel about going back to work after having children. Last week Donna (my fab partner in crime – we’re designing this series of confidence workshops together) and

When my little boy first saw me this morning after I’d got showered and dressed, he said: “Mummy, you look beautiful!” I’m knackered today. He’s not been well so he was up loads in the night and woke for the day at 4:46am. I felt so short-tempered and as thought

The other day I had a conversation with my mother-in-law that’s had a really profound and liberating effect on me, and I want to share it with you in the hope that it might do the same for you. We were just catching up about the blog and how it’s

This time last year, I decided to start a blog because I’d found it flippin’ difficult to get back into a regular routine of exercise after I’d had Xav. I figured if I started writing about how I was working on trying to put myself first a bit more, I’d

Three, it turns out, is not the magic number. On the eve of Xav’s third birthday Mr T and I were pretty smug. We’d got through the not-so-terrible-twos pretty much unscathed and were practically high-fiving ourselves for signing out of the phase that everyone warns you to dread with not

A couple of weekends ago I went on a friend’s hen do up in London. You know the drill – lovely plans with a brilliant gaggle of girls and tonnes of fun. It was a really great day. (And not just because my wonderful Dad picked up the toddler at