There are certain choices in life that are "difficult". Often, this is not because we lack the information we need to make them. Neither is it because it's hard to gauge which option will benefit us more. Rather, it's because these choices are defining - they define who we are as human beings.
Robin Williams' death is everywhere this week. It's been on my mind as to whether or not I would post something about it, as I have really mixed feelings about the general furore that follows the death of a celebrity, whether accidental or in this case, probably not so much.
It's fair to say we live in an era of busy lifestyles. Sometimes we can barely find the time to wipe off our make up caked faces before collapsing into bed for the night. But did you know that failure to remove make up is one of the biggest factors contributing to ageing skin?
It's tough, sometimes gruelling, but I've discovered the harder you push yourself, the greater the high and sense of achievement afterwards. Oh, and the stomach definition post-two children is definitely worth all those body-shaking planks. When it's raining, cold, you're tired, I know all too well how hard it is to motivate yourself.
The hospital was on the ageing side and a little drab, but clean and well-marked. I didn't have to ask anyone for directions. We had to take a number to be registered, but waited less than five minutes. I gritted my teeth a bit in preparation for the we-are-not-from-the-UK conversation, but it wasn't an issue at all. I offered my US insurance number for billing, but was told they didn't need it.
Leaving hospital I can't help but notice a difference in me; I've lost a lot of strength and really struggle to climb the stairs. I'm very, very tired. Then the dark thoughts start swirling around my mind - is this ever going to get better? Is this now the beginning of the end that I keep talking about? Has my determination finally run out? Can I feel the fingers of death on the edge of my consciousness?
From the national data that's being collected, mostly by developed nations, one thing is clear and it's that increased GDP and higher levels of consumer spending doesn't seem to make us that much happier. So what does?
How can you feel alone when you're surrounded by people? Lisa Grice from Cheshire knows the answer to that because in 2012 when she was diagnosed with endometrial cancer, she had her husband by her side - but she was still crippled with loneliness.
While we all come in different sizes and every body is unique, experts have identified four basic body shapes that all women fall into. Body shapes are largely determined by bone structure, genetics and age and, while lifestyle factors make a huge difference to the dimensions of your body, it can be difficult to change your basic shape.
I am so tired I want to crawl up my own ass and have a nap. Yes, not the first place that springs to everyone's mind as a retreat of choice. However, I need somewhere, dark, un-crowded and most importantly somewhere no one (namely my small humans) would even think I would be. A place they would be too shit scared to even look.
It's difficult to explain an illness that can't be physically seen and one that initially swooped down on me and then held me prisoner without any notice period or early warning call.
It's probably about time to ask yourself the same question. What are those small touches you can make sure you're doing in your day to day life that make you feel happier, calmer, more connected and to keep your mind healthy and dosed up?
Is it just me or is the anticipation of a holiday a major part of the overall enjoyment? Just dreaming of those blue skies and padding about in flip-flops can be enough to keep you sane when sitting for prolonged periods at your desk or when standing nose pressed to the door in the tube.
You know the feeling. You're at home and you have to eat. The menu must be simple, quick, and healthy. As a chef and nutrition expert, people frequently ask me what I prepare for myself when I'm pinched for time. I'm inherently lazy when it comes to preparing my own meals, but I never sacrifice quality.
How could this be happening? ... I'd lost a lot of weight over the last couple of years and am now a size 14 (the slimmest I've been since I was 14). But that's obviously not good enough if I look pregnant. And not just a bit pregnant - enough to make two sober and presumably rational adults assume that I am pregnant enough to need to sit down on public transport. That's, what, like, seven months?
As a kid those 6 week summer holidays seemed to last forever. But now, looking at my diary and seeing that we are in August has made me feel like I blinked mid June and ended up here dare I take a nap and wake up in a morgue? Here are some of the things I've noticed that will help slow down time.