Resolutions and Realisations.

Ahh January, the month of abstinence. The month of self inflicted redemption for the enjoyment of the festive season. By the 20th however it seems the whole thing is finally dying down. For me and I’m sure anyone else in the midst of recovery the last few weeks have been increasingly tense. Having to sit

Pregnant? No, just recovering…

Constant hunger. Extreme Cravings. Water retention. Cankles. Weird cravings. ( yes I just had a bowl of baked beans, tuna and beet root) Sudden attachment to my bottle of gaviscon. Getting hot and flustered while shopping. Inability to see my toes periodically. I’ve seen my mom go through 3 pregnancies. I’m literally her. She actually

I’m not a human I’m a swimming pool.

Because this water retention sucks my recently restored ass. to quote my mother this evening “I would love to see how you’d look if we gave you a diuretic……”.sexy. This. Just this.  

Never thought I would see you again

Ride this recovery wave. Sit with your feelings and eating what makes you anxious. There will be good days and bad. Your body image will be up and down yadahyahdahyah. Some days you can remind your self that it’s a process and “This too Shall Pass”. Other days you can’t even find those rational thinking

Well I’m Bloody Glad one of you decided.

The Irish Mammy is a well documented species. The lesser know Irish Granny is an even more fascinating one. It could just be a trait of getting older but the irish Granny is not one to beat around the bush. Talking about how I felt my body had decided to recover and my brain was

The Muesli Monster

I just ate 5 bowls of cereal. Not just cereal but piled-as-high-as-my-bowl-will-permit-oats-granola-musli-and-honey-poured-on-top-cereal. Oh I forgot there was an apple somewhere in there as we’ll but to be honest it was kind of lost in the massive carbathon that was my breakfast. What is scary is that this is a regular occourrence. Sometimes in the morning