I wish I could say I have joined in for all of the last 600 weeks of Sinful Sunday, I have managed a fair few mind. It has been the one meme that I have returned to again and again and definitely has a special place in my heart.

From my early days on Twitter I found Sinful Sunday and it has given me an outlet I didn’t even know I needed in the beginning. I have never been much good at the writing side of blogging but have managed to capture some photos over the years I have been incredibly proud to share here. Had it not been for Sinful Sunday, a lot of those pictures may never have happened.

I have found such joy in sharing my pictures and grown in confidence from the wonderful comments and through sharing these images it has brought some wonderful people into my life. What I love more than anything about Sinful Sunday is that it has allowed me to be me, a freedom I haven’t found anywhere else. So thank you Molly, here’s to 600 more! 🥂

Getting Comfortable Again

A few months back I hit a dip, mentally I was just treading water, functioning. During that time there was a lot of laziness, my motivation and willpower were shot and I put on a chunk of weight.

There is a mirror on my wardrobe and every morning when I sat up I would see myself in that mirror and hate the siight of my belly, the extra weight in my face and everywhere else but still I couldn’t find the motivation to do anything about it.

Seven weeks ago it all came crashing down, I hit the wall and had to make some changes to look after myself both mentally and physically. It’s a work in progress, I had spent a lot of time pushing all my feelings down and am learning to let myself feel everything again, which so far involves a lot more crying than I had planned.

Physically, I am feeling pretty proud of my progress. Ive never been very good at diets and I knew if I made it too strict I would give up and then be disappointed in myself. I downloaded an app to record everything I eat and drink. Not to set myself a limit as such but to make myself more aware of what I’m putting into my body and it has been exactly what I needed. By just being more aware I’ve dropped 11lbs and am already starting to feel more comfortable in my own skin again.

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Probably Not

I see the straps against the door and think about the last time they were there. How I laughed and moaned and whimpered. How I tried not to swear as my knees trembled. How the cold of the door felt against my back as I writhed in my own stubborness.

Will I be better this time? Will my inner brat give up the fight any quicker? Probably not…

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I love playing with edits of photos, sometimes things work and sometimes they don’t. I can’t put my finger on why but I love this edit, I can’t think of a suitable name for it either but I just keep looking at it.

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