January is the month of new diets, new eating regimes and ever more bizarre food restrictions. We are bombarded with articles about lifestyle changes to enhance our health and well-being; magazines are full of meal plans and recipes which promise to ensure we won't die any time soon. It is all very exciting and everyone … Continue reading Another January, another diet
Being patronized. I hate it. Thankfully it doesn't happen all that often, which is a relief for everyone, believe me. Then it goes and happens twice in one day, within hours of each other. Whilst volunteering I get told, by a manager who has only just met me, that I have a good telephone manner. … Continue reading Whose a good boy?
I have been going to a Zumba class for quite some time now - enough time for me to have a 'spot' and to be able to chat with one or two others who prefer to dance at the front. I like the class - it is just enough for me to do to feel … Continue reading Shimmy shake
I finished with paid employment 12 months ago and have been celebrating the anniversary this week by starting a couple of volunteering opportunities. Up to now I've avoided the idea of volunteering - mainly because people kept asking me what I was going to do with my time and the rebel in me decided that … Continue reading What are they thinking?
The other day someone described me as 'opinionated'. It was during quite a normal conversation and I'm sure it was not intended as an insult - I hope not. I think there was a positive element in there. Or perhaps I just want there to be? There is something about the term 'opinionated' which conjures … Continue reading In my opinion…
I'd forgotten how much the media hates me. A woman, with a body. I happened to read a magazine at my father-in-law's house the other day. One of those TV insert things that come with a weekend paper. I couldn't resist the article about holiday wardrobes even though I half knew it would not be … Continue reading I unlearnt to hate myself
I think I have given up. But in a positive way. There are things I used to do, when I worked full-time, that I no longer do. I no longer wear formal clothes everyday - no blouses with black trousers, no smart shoes. I don't even wear jewellery on a regular basis. I rarely put … Continue reading Giving up
I attended a yoga and creative writing workshop in Nottingham last week. It was the first time I'd done anything like this and when I booked I remember thinking 'why not?'. As the day got nearer I was thinking more along the lines of 'should I?' and for a split second considered bailing out and … Continue reading Not the sore thumb