A survival guide, and more, for 50-somethings
I don’t want to be Mr Potato Head any more
I’m thinking seriously about ending one of the longest and most satisfying relationships of my life.
It’s one that’s gone on for longer than my marriage and for more time than I knew my Dad, or my Mum.
But I think it’s finally time that I stopped eating crisps.
Continue reading “I’m A Runner, Not A Walker’s”These days, you have to be a bit of a freak to be healthy all the time
I’M A BAD person.
I’ve just gone and made myself a morning coffee, with caffeine in it. Plus three sugars, and some Cadbury’s drinking chocolate on the top so it mimicked a café cappuccino.
I even got out my sad little electric whisk and frothed up the milk. What a loser!
I’m disappointed with myself, you see, because I’m not supposed to be drinking caffeine. The doctor told me.
And, until this morning I’d largely given up coffee, and excised Diet Cokes ruthlessly from my life.
Continue reading “I’m Trying To Keep Making Healthy Choices… But One Of My Balls Has To Drop Soon”It’s cold and dark, but if you can get outside and run… get outside and run!
Life’s not all that easy at the moment, here in the frozen North.
It’s not cold, cold. In fact, it’s not even frozen. But there was a thick frost on the roofs of the cars outside when we struggled up this morning.
It was still dark, and I was so tired that one massive yawn threatened to dislocate my jaw as I switched on the kettle for the day’s first invigorating cuppa.
I looked out onto the blackness of the garden, lamplight picking out the frost, and thought my first uncomfortable thoughts of the day – nothing too serious, just the sort of mental scabs I often pick at.
And then I thought: I don’t want a sad day today. I want a run.
Continue reading “Running: The Mental Health Prophylactic”
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