Well well well if it isn’t little old me..

I was actually shocked (full on shooketh) to come on here and see people where still reading my posts!?

And you have fully inspired me to write again (type, whatever same thing)

A bloody LOT has happened since I was last here!

Like I don’t even know where to begin!

Let’s start with me.. (selfish right)

I am good, I am healthy, happy and trying to be as fabulous as ever!

Currently work as a Gym manager and studying to become a nutritionist I want to specialise in eating disorders and work with people and help basically! (I still haven’t quite figured out how to get to that yet but I know it’s what I want to do so goals)

I have been in a relationship with the most fabulous human for a whole year and 3 months.. big up to my soul mate and bestie.

I love to train, I work out and do it in a healthy way! I eat right, I listen to my body, we are actually friends now, it’s very strange!

Still living at home with a fabulous student loan debt because it took me to get half way through 2 degrees to realise I wanted to go into nutrition and eating disorders, brilliant, good choice there Sydney.

I have my own nutrition page (self plug) @scnutrition_

But most importantly I am happy! It took a bad relationship ending, back to therapy and a whole lot of tears and self motivation to get here but I feel like I’m finally okay!

I’m happy, I wake up blessed and grateful for the people in my life. (Oh and 2 cats, can’t forget the cats)

My journey with food is ongoing, I have bad days and good days!

Because who the hell doesnt?

But the point of that is that the bad days end and the good days will always come! I never let the bad days drag me back under!

I hope everyone is good!

I’ll attach a few pictures so you can browse through what I’ve been up to!

However I have a new phone so you can basically browse the past months of entertainment..

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meal plans and minnie maud

oh the dreaded word, meal plan. for anyone that doesn't know what a meal plan is then let me explain it to you, you basically have to eat around 6 times a day, breakfast, morning snack, lunch, afternoon snack, tea and supper. When you're in hospital well in my case its certain foods, if you wanted a chocolate bar you couldn't have one, you had to have what was on the snack list, which was awful. like so bland, like a cup of milk, i don't like milk. but when you are at home and recovering the meal plans are so much more flexible, you can pick your own snacks and everything and its just so much more freeing! meal plans move up in calories (eugh i hate that word), you start off on a starter meal plan, which is basically designed to avoid re-feeding syndrome. its tiny amounts of food little and often, which is terrifying for someone just starting recovery. when you move on with recovery it becomes a lot easier, your meal plans become increased or decreased due to how ...

About me and my life x

I don't really know what to write about anymore, I love writing. I find I can express myself in ways I can't do physically. But, I guess I never want to talk about me? I try and pick a topic and write about it, but what if I want to just blab on about my day and how the lettuce on my sandwich was soggy for lunch. (World war problems soggy lettuce btw) So this is going to be about me, read on if you want, if not then I understand that my life doesn't interest you. (And my soggy lettuce) I'm happy. Sometimes I think I'm not, I talk myself into feeling like I'm unsuccessful in everything I set out to do. I put myself down before I've had a chance to work myself up! I guess that is a flaw of mine. I'm on medication for depression and I have been for just over 2 years. I'm at a point or was were I thought about bringing down my dosage, so I did, (doctors orders of course) and but by bit my happiness started to slide away. (I'd like to point out...

Reflection

okay so I've been reflecting a lot recently. On my recovery, my past, my journey etc... And I'm just so thankful. I'm thankful to my parents, for getting me help when I believed I didn't need it, for taking time off work to take me to hospital appointments and to be my shoulder to cry on during therapy. I'm thankful for my mum staying strong for me, and making sure I knew everything was okay, even though it wasn't. For being signed off work sick with anxiety and still visiting me everyday and keeping me going and fighting when she was struggling herself. Thankful for my dad, for surprising me with late night visits when I was in the unit, and for letting me sniffle and dribble on your shoulder because I missed the comfort of being at home so much and my mind was putting me through torture. I'm thankful to my brother, for hugging me so tight that he made the pain go away, for coming to see me even though I knew he hated the place, he hated the smell and sit...

Recovery is life

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