Category Archives: balance and wellbeing

My job is making me fat

I have desk job. I work 9 – 5, Monday to Friday. When I was at university, I did salsa twice a week at my student union. When I was studying for my A-levels, I got half price entry at the gym, and finished at 3.15 every day.

Now, I am usually so fed up and tired at the end of the day, all I want to do after the nightly pooch walk is curl up on the sofa, watch the latest TV Series I have become addicted to, and maybe do some yoga if I’m feeling especially zen.

I sit next to an attractive woman in my office. That’s not particularly a distraction in itself – there are attractive people everywhere, and I’m married… and straight. The problem is I am one of those women, who, I am ashamed to say, judge myself based on the people around me. She’s 5ft 7 and gorgeous, I’m 5 ft 3 (and a half), and struggling with the stone of weight I have put on in the last year (there, I said it).

Here’s the double whammy. I am also one of these people who replaces therapy with food. I eat for every emotion, especially the negative ones, so when you get envy triggering self loathing, triggering cheesecake cravings (flavour of the week), you develop a bit of a cycle.

Said desk neighbour also stocks snacks in her desk, and she’s very sweet, she shares everything. Which would be fine, but she’s a bit of a feeder, and I have very little will power. Last time I refused her, she stared at me and waved a Bakewell Tart under my nose.

So, combine my neighbour with my lack of movement for 8 hours of the day, with the high levels of stress, my job is making me fat.

I am thinking about making changes to this. I don’t mean the fat part; I’ve been trying to make changes to that since I was 10 years old. I’m just beginning to wonder if maybe we should start seeing all the aspects of our lives that influence our weight in the same way we do food. If it’s bad for us – stop doing it. Of course, it’s not as simple as that, but isn’t it a lovely idea?

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Posted by on February 11, 2016 in balance and wellbeing, diet, food


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Downward Dog

I took up yoga last year in an effort to harness my inner Chi (whatever that means).

I never found the Chi, but it did have a massive impact on my life. I found myself sleeping better and not feeling as stressed. I started the Yoga with Adriene 30 days of yoga programme, and I really enjoyed it.

For one reason or other, I ended up stopping for a few months, so I made it my resolution for 2016 to start up again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to commit to doing it every day, so I’ve said at least three times per week.

Her new programme, yoga camp, is ace. She gives you options for different levels, and it all just feels very relaxed. Perfect for me. So I started the tutorial. I enjoyed it and felt great. I’d found, much like re-starting the blog, that it didn’t take much to get back on the horse.

The difference between this time round and last time around, was the addition of our furry friend, Pixie the Puggle.

Have you ever seen the videos of people trying to do yoga with pets in the room? Well, that’s what has happened to me every time I try to do yoga.

Our dog is very loving and devoted to us, which means if she’s worried about us, she lets us know. So when I reached the end of the video and I was settling into the deep breathing, Pixie began to think I was dying, which led her to jump up and down on me furiously and lick my face.

When I started giggling and she realised I was fine, she laid on top of me and started chewing her bone. Yoga session over.

But I’ve been keeping with it, even with the doggy lifeguard. I’m already feeling better. I’ve not particularly lost weight, but my body feels a bit tighter, and my jeans feel looser. To anyone playing with the idea of yoga, but unsure where to start, look up Adriene – you will not regret it.

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Posted by on January 17, 2016 in balance and wellbeing


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Balancing the Scales

Those who know me will tell those who don’t that I have a slight tendency to worry about things: money, work, weight, the fact that we are slowly running out of chocolate…

The main thing I worry about though, is worrying. Do I spend too much time worrying about work, and not enough time worrying about how many workouts a week my puggle is getting? Do I spend too much time worrying about money and not enough time worrying about how I spend my time? Do I spend too much time worrying about how much I weigh and not enough time actually enjoying the food I can eat? Most definitely.

I’m worried about finding the balance between work and play. How much more time should my mind spend in the office than my body does and how much time in the day should I dedicate to stressing about whether I’m doing a good job while my body is actually in the office. Is it OK not to worry about work even though I often deal with people whose entire livelihood is in my hands? Am I going mad here?

How do you find the balance? How do people successfully juggle all that and not manage to worry about any of it too much? I honestly have no idea. I don’t think I’m ever going to be one of those people. I’d be too stressed out over not worrying that I’d probably give myself a complex. I do yoga sometimes to find my inner chill, but there is always at least one point in every session where I worry I’m not doing it right.

Then I found this video:

It now makes total sense.

I know I may spend too much time worrying about work, about my genetically impaired pooch, and worrying itself. Yes, I do clean too much (but honestly, that’s now become more of a weekly workout than a chore now), but I do put the important bits in the jar first as well.

Yes, I do focus maybe too much on my job sometimes, but I always want to make sure I’ve got time to put the people in my life above my source of income; I may fill my jar with an awful lot of sand, but it is just that – sand. It’s tiny bits of grit that I overthink because it’s a personality flaw, but I’ve got my big priorities straight. And while I may not be cured of my overthinking – it’s comforting to know that there is always room for chocolate.



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