Many moons ago I started this blog. I was overweight (still am) and heading on my miraculous journey to reach my goal weight, and reach the shiny unicorns on the rainbow where life is easy and everything is ticketyboo.
Fast foward a few years. Life is more complex than ever, our habits squarely formed and somehow life didn't quite turn out as I was expecting.
Not that I have a 'bad life'. I have a great job, lovely friends, and generally life is cushy. I get to call myself an Aunty to some sassy little people, go on holidays and only moan about first world problems.
But I'm feeling a bit meh. Like I'm on the outside of life. Like I missed the queue for the husband, the kids, the dream business, and the foxy outfits.
I'm still figuring out how to live my best life. How to really connect with my body and not numb all the emotions that fire at me all day. So, we'll see if I can maintain some regular writing on here to explore getting happy in my skin. Because damn it, I'm turning 40 in 2 years and there is no way in hell I want to be dealing with this shit still then. So flirty 40 it is. with confidence.
