Grief does not arrive with a timetable. Mine arrived the day before I was due to start a new job, when my mum died at 65. I did what I suspect many women do. I carried on. I went back to work, answered emails and tried to be useful, while quietly falling apart. It took me rather longer than I care to admit to realise that keeping busy is not the same thing as coping.
Challenge after birth Returning to fitness after giving birth is rarely straightforward. For new mums over 40, the challenge can feel particularly pronounced. I discovered this first-hand, stepping on the…
