It’s a new year, it’s a new day, it’s a new liiiiiiife….for meee….and I’m feeling….FAT. Oh, the curse of the festive season. For those of us lucky enough to overindulge (because many people go hungry over Christmas – just adding to your January blues for a minute #sorrynotsorry), January is inevitably a time for self-recrimination, guilt and regret.
I’ve been thinking a lot about pressure lately. We place so much pressure on ourselves while living this incredibly busy, stressful life that we have. Pressure to look good. Pressure to eat well. Pressure to work out every day. Pressure to be the best husband/wife/mom/dad/son/daughter we can possibly be.
Pregnancy is a magical and miraculous time in a woman’s life. It’s also a time when her hormones go haywire, she balloons to a previously unheard of size and her body is taken over by an alien invader. I’ve been lucky so far, it’s been an easy ride.
Recently my life got extremely stressful. It all started earlier this year with a promotion at work which, while a welcome new challenge, came with more responsibility and a notably higher degree of stress – which lead to me putting the breaks on blogging. When you have tough days at work, the last thing in the world you can stomach is an evening sitting in front of your laptop.
This was meant to be a recipe post about Raspberry Chia Slices that I made over the weekend. Somehow it turned into my view on social media and the health industry. I make no apologies – sometimes I have more to say than which smoothie you should have for breakfast!
It’s a new year, it’s a new day, it’s a new liiiiiiife….for meee….and I’m feeling….FAT. Oh, the curse of the festive season. For those of us lucky enough to overindulge (because many people go hungry over Christmas – just adding to your January blues for a minute #sorrynotsorry), January is inevitably a time for self-recrimination, guilt and regret.
I’ve been thinking a lot about pressure lately. We place so much pressure on ourselves while living this incredibly busy, stressful life that we have. Pressure to look good. Pressure to eat well. Pressure to work out every day. Pressure to be the best husband/wife/mom/dad/son/daughter we can possibly be.
Pregnancy is a magical and miraculous time in a woman’s life. It’s also a time when her hormones go haywire, she balloons to a previously unheard of size and her body is taken over by an alien invader. I’ve been lucky so far, it’s been an easy ride.
Recently my life got extremely stressful. It all started earlier this year with a promotion at work which, while a welcome new challenge, came with more responsibility and a notably higher degree of stress – which lead to me putting the breaks on blogging. When you have tough days at work, the last thing in the world you can stomach is an evening sitting in front of your laptop.
This was meant to be a recipe post about Raspberry Chia Slices that I made over the weekend. Somehow it turned into my view on social media and the health industry. I make no apologies – sometimes I have more to say than which smoothie you should have for breakfast!
