Welcome!This isn’t your typical midlife mummy blog filled with ‘must-have’ diets and anti-aging tips. I share real stories and honest reflections on family life, personal growth, and what it’s really like to live in a body that doesn’t always match the glossy ideal. I’m an endomorph who loves the gym, loves my food, and isn’t interested in influencer gimmicks or one-size-fits-all advice. If you’re ready for honest, relatable insights, and maybe your next ‘aha’ moment, just keep reading.
Guest post disclaimer This is a collaborative, unpaid guest post with Playdale, specialists in children’s playground equipment for schools and nurseries. Having trawled the supermarkets at the weekend, I can report with some horror that Halloween costumes for a nine-year-old…
Under-fuelling and missed periods: understanding RED-S in active women Disclaimer: This post is for informational purposes only and does not substitute professional medical advice. Always consult your GP or a qualified health professional before making significant changes to your diet,…
Fifty. Half a century. And I decided the only way to mark my 50th year on this planet was with a little Botox. I’d scoured reviews, found a reputable clinic, and somehow convinced H that I absolutely, desperately needed this…
Why being an endomorph feels harder in autumn and winter As soon as the clocks go back, so does my metabolism. Or at least that’s how it feels when the mornings turn dark and the gym doesn’t have the same…
Turning 50: not a reset, it’s the same mountain Today I turn 50. And it’s not a reset button. It’s the same mountain, just with a clearer view of the climbs. However, before I talk about my 50-in-50 plan again,…
Saturday marks World Menopause Day This Saturday marks World Menopause Day, and I can’t help but pause and take stock. There’s been plenty of progress. We’ve come a long way from the days when “the change” was muttered about in…
Why I exercise I don’t care what my instructor looks like. Not one bit. They could have chiselled abs and a bum you could crack walnuts on. It doesn’t matter to me because it’s all just background noise. What I…