One amazing thing about working in a school is the holiday time. This is supplemented when you work in a boarding school and at random points in the holiday you get an extra week, summer holiday being one of these holidays. So having been in San Diego for a week before school even finished I… Continue reading What do you do over 7 weeks of holiday?
I know this quote ends with a negative (and the person that this post is about will inform me of that herself) but today I was reminded of just how brilliant my friends are. Having had a shitty day at work and texting my colleague to say “It’s going to be me crying today” she… Continue reading With friends like these…
Rugby I play rugby. I love rugby. I have been involved in the rugby world for 4 years. I started rugby at University, I went as a bright eyed (maybe not so bright due to 3 evenings of drinking) fresher and signed up for football because obviously that was the sport I played and therefore… Continue reading UEA Rugby the basics
The next morning Mum and I popped over to the N&N to sort out the mess that was my ankle. After a trip through A&E and into Minor Injuries I was informed I would need ANOTHER xray because Northampton hadn’t unlocked my records for them to see. Eventually it was decided that I was going… Continue reading Broken Ankle – The rest of the story, I warn you, it gets gory
I came home from the doctors seriously upset. So I did what an rational person does and decided that I was going to prove a point and lose an absolute shed load of weight (of course this was in fact what the doctor wanted me to do) but I was doing it angrily and not… Continue reading Losing weight (I don’t know what part I’m on now….)
So I came back from India a little lighter and full of hope, I knew what I was doing with this weight loss thing, it was easy! Oh how naïve I was. I came back to England in May and went back to my parents where I quickly slipped back into old habits of constant… Continue reading The weight loss journey continued
My weight loss journey began with a journey to India. No it wasn’t a radical diet camp set in the Indian sun, but I took a gap year to recover from the hell that was my A levels. I went Bangalore and worked for three months at a school. I was teaching remedial Maths and English… Continue reading Exercise and Nutrition (part 2)