Let’s start with the beautiful transition we’re having from Summer to Autumn. I am LOVING the hues of orange, blue skies and the piles of leaves scattered on the pavements. Though, I’m kind of done with the humid, sweaty journey to work! Shouldn’t it be cold already? We had a couple of real cold days at the end of August – scarf wearing days!!! – and I can’t wait for more of these so I can pull out my warm cosy jumpers and boots. This…

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Left: 11st 7 (March 2013 – before Slimming World) | Right: 9 stone 7 (August 2013 – 2 stone down) | Notice the loss of boobs haha! I joined Slimming World during my first year of uni. I’d spent the whole summer getting over a break-up – eating and drinking and eating some more. Then, starting uni, my life became a cocktail of drunken pizzas, hungover fried breakfasts in the campus cafe, afternoon ‘why not’ bottles of wine and cheap vodka energy concoctions at Oceana…

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I’ve been petrified of death my whole life. I know everyone’s afraid of dying but some people just shrug it off and accept it with a calmness I’ve never understood. I remember being 5 years old, running in to my dad’s bedroom and having a panic attack about dying. I’ve had these panic attacks my whole life and they’ve always been triggered by the same image that I couldn’t describe accurately if I tried – but it’s like the emptiness and years rolling out after…

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Last Sunday, Jack and I had a horrifying realisation… We hadn’t had a roast dinner since Christmas. That’s 9 whole months of Yorkshire pud deprivation! Such tragedy! Why we’d denied ourselves the pleasure for so long we didn’t know but we did know that it was time to bust out the brussell sprouts. So we made a roast – with all the trimmings. And something about it being a Sunday and having a cosy roast meant it felt right to have a few glasses of wine…

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I’m still trying to get my head around the fact that it’s September. I feel like someone’s holding down the fast-forward button on the remote control of my life! Judging by how quick this year has gone, I’ll blink and it’ll be Christmas and then I’ll be 89. So in an attempt to document my memories before they dissolve in my 89-year-old brain, here are some photos from my camera roll that sum up my August… My first visit to Gelatorino – Russell Street, Covent Garden. It was a…

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