I have always been an advocate for self love but sometimes it’s easier said than done. Lately I’ve been thinking about my body. A body that has seen me through 24 years. It is impressive. I have watched it fall ill and heal itself, seen it recover from a lot of physical injury and sat by as it learnt to do new things. I am proud of all each and every time it has been successful. However, I am not happy. Ever since I was young my weight has fluctuated and it has always been a sore point for me. I am not overweightbut I am lazy and I worry that it’s this laziness that will cause me problems in the future. I want to become fighting fit.
You see, I am the first person to make an excuse. It’s been a long day at work. I’ll do it on the weekend. I deserve this lie in. And so exercise and healthy eating have usually fallen to the bottom of the pile. But I had a little bit of a wake up call just over a year ago.