Category: exercise
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When Are You Too Old To Ski?
It might surprise you to know that we are skiing this week – an interesting choice of holiday for two middle-aged people with anxiety with the physical flexibility of two brick walls. I doubled my medication as a precaution. To be honest, I don’t know what the fuck we think we’re doing, either – skiing…
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How The F*ck Am I A Size 16?
I know that we all have inherent body image issues to some degree, not aided by the pressure put on women, in particular, to squeeze into Barbie- sized clothes deemed acceptable by society due to the influence of the media – even though the average size in Australia is now a size 16. But I…
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A Helpful Safety Guide To Public Swimming Pool Etiquette For The Illiterate
Dear Person Who Cannot Read/Swim, As a staunch supporter of community public services, I have commandeered myself to remind you of the swimming etiquette in our local public pools. For while the lifeguards are confident to chat for hours with Kardashian-esque 20-30 year old, svelte swimmers in itsy-bitsy bikinis erect signs with suggested swimming styles/speeds…
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The Curse Of The Middle-Aged Baby Belly: Can Women Have It All – Both Wine And Food?
A common thread of conversation among my middle-aged friends is “weight gain”. We usually begin to moan about how little we can eat these days somewhere between dessert and cheese and then wash away our concerns with wine. I have to admit that having never suffered from serious weight gain issues before – apart from…
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Those ‘What’s It All About?’ Moments
I’ve been having a lot of those ‘what’s it all about?’ moments recently. I changed my medication recently so it could be that, or simply a residual post-sickness tiredness that has sapped me of the energy to exercise, socialise and get out of my yoga pants. Then again it’s probably the hormones, the tail end…
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Anxiety, Hope and Earning The Olympic Gold For Worrying
If they handed out an Olympic Gold for worrying, I’d get it. I’ve skirted around the void of depression many times, when my anxiety has gnawed away at me like some flesh-eating bacteria, so close to the bone that I’ve felt like it was all too much. Unlike many people out there who wax lyrical…
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Never Judge A Book By Its Cover
Picture the scene. I’m at the local pool, in the fast lane even though I know that I have no right to be there after two weeks of culinary debauchery and enough alcohol in my body to pickle every organ, but I don’t feel too guilty because there’s some cheeky geriatric in there, too, and…
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The Secret To Combatting Tiredness In Menopause
I’ve always loved my sleep, but this past year I’ve superseded all previous records for just how much I can sleep and how often. We all know that the excuse to ‘nap’ is one of the biggest benefits of ageing for both men and women, but when you sleep for ten hours or more a…
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Fear of Ageing and How I Wish I’d Started Walking Years Ago
I apologise sincerely for neglecting you this past week, although I did warn you that I was about the enter a period of life-sucking demands from the day job, and it’s only today that I’ve managed to raise my head above water again. So I’m finally squeezing out a post so you don’t forget about…
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The 5 Ways I’m Restoring My Mental Health
Taking the ‘body’ theme a step further from my last post, I’ve been feeling a lot better in my body recently. And when I say ‘in my body’, what I’m really talking about, is in my head. This image came up under ‘positivity’… which is obviously why I used it…PHWOAR! But first of all, (and…
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How I Really Feel About My Fifty-Something Body
Do you think our mothers suffered from the same body image issues we do? I’m fairly certain that my mum was too busy surviving as a single, working mother in the sixties, to waste time worrying about the danger of her muffin top creeping out of the top of her jeans or if there was…
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The Reality Of Those Damned Middle-Aged Fitness Resolutions
We’ve reached the end of the first week of January, so I wondered how everyone’s doing with their fitness resolutions? Or are you, like me, surreptitiously gorging on carbs and quaffing wine when no-one’s looking? I’ve been walking/jogging for the past ten days. I say ‘jogging’, but my pace is actually somewhere between a fast…
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