Sunday, 25 March 2018

Saturday, 24 March 2018

I'm sorry.

To anyone and everyone who reads this blog, I want to apologise. The content I have been producing lately has been below acceptable. Especially my last post. Giving myself permission to treat my body the way I have been is disgraceful and I'm not only angry but also disappointed with myself.

I don't know what happened to me. Well I
do, I've been suffering with Post-natal Depression and I have never felt so not myself before. I was ready to let myself give up on myself but then I took this selfie of myself with Flynn and seeing the way he is looking at me in gave me a little kick in the heart. He is looking up to me with such love and I feel like I've already failed him. So again...it's time to work on myself. I've challenged Jordan to do a Zumba workout with me tomorrow. I have the DVDs but always felt to afraid to do them in our first floor flat. I'm hoping Jordan doing it with me will provide us with enough laughs that my nerves will disappear.

I need to change and I need to stop giving up on myself. For my kids. Damn it I need to do this!

Until next time,
Alli xo

Thursday, 22 March 2018

First New Years Resolution Complete!

Yes as the title explains, I have completed my first New Years Resolution! At least I am counting it as complete. The first resolution I set myself (out of three) was to "Blog More". Last year I blogged a measly total of 49 posts. This post today is blog post bumber 50 of the year! That's right, I have officially blogged more this year that last year and so I am counting that as a big fat win for my first resolution. But don't worry, just because I've completed resolution number one, doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to stop blogging or blog less. I'll still be here, pushing myself to keep to schedule. I'm not giving up. So whilst this post is short and sweet, I'm still going to give myself a pat on the back for getting it done.



Until next time,
Alli xo
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Wednesday, 21 March 2018

I need to start again.....again

Some of you may have noticed I have a schedule for when my blog posts come out (Monday, Wednesday, Friday & Sunday). If you're one of those people, you might have noticed that I didn't post last Friday or Monday. I made up for Monday by posting my Flynn update yesterday instead of today and I'll try and make up for Friday by posting tomorrow as well. Anyway the reason I missed those two days was due to my frikkin annoying mood. I don't want to say PND, my god how I'm sick of blaming everything on PND but I don't know how else to explain how I've been feeling. Is there a point where it stops being Post-Natal Depression and just transitions into regular depression? I don't know! All I do know is that I need to wipe the slate clean and start again....again.

I have honestly lost count of how many
times, I've sat here and typed out that I'm starting the next chapter. That I'm going to work hard and push myself to get fit and healthy and lose a bunch of weight. That I'm going to dedicate my spare time to writing my novel instead of gaming or watching tv. That this time, I am so motivated that nothing is going to make me quit. And then I quit. Well, ok so I don't exactly quit, I just postpone everything. I was supposed to be returning to the gym this month but for financial reasons I have postponed it. I was supposed to be cleaning up my diet and exercising more but because of my depression, I couldn't find the motivation and so postponed that too. I eat like crap at the moment and my weight is going up again but the voices in my head says "who the F cares?" This blog is a perfect example of me postponing things. Fridays and Mondays posts never came out because my mood left me saying "I'll do it a little later. I'll do it a little later." Next thing I knew it was the following morning and woke up thinking "huh, probably should have written that thing." Yesterday I really struggled to write my post because part of me thought "well you missed 2 days, might as well give up." But that's all I ever do. I'm a massive quitter and I hate that about myself. I don't want to be a quitter anymore. I'm so tired of it.

However, I'm not about to sit here and spew up more bull that this is my pinnacle moment. That from now, I'm going to push myself to breaking point and shrink down to a healthy weight because by now you and I both know I'm speaking a load of baloney. I mean for crying out loud, I just went shopping to buy myself a protein filled lunch and came home with an
assortment or donuts, croissants and chocolate. I did also pick up some fruit and protein drinks I had neither for lunch. I'm emotional eating. I know I am. I see what I'm doing and I know it's wrong but I just don't care right now. My mood is so low and so crap that eating chocolate and donuts for lunch makes me feel better. It helps me feel like I can get through to the end of the day. Eating bad is the only thing giving me a bit of pleasure at the moment. I'm not so bad when Jordan is home but most of the week its just me and the kids. Or me and Flynn when Vala is at all school. Or just me alone like right now because Vala's at school and Flynn is asleep. I could be doing floor exercises right now and eating a healthy breakfast but I really don't want to. I'm exhausted all the time and working out now would just make it all the more difficult to make it through to the end of the day. Plus sitting here with my feet up on the sofa, eating chocolate will make me much happier than planking on the floor. I k ow because I've tried. I know I need to snap out of this rut and exercise more and eat better. Believe me, deep down in my heart it's what I want. My head is so messed up right now that I can't motivate myself.

So, instead of pushing myself to improve and sinking further into depression when I'm too tired to do anything else and not seeing instant results, I've decided to allow myself this harmful period. It sounds bad and that's because it is. Eating this way and not exercising is only increasing my risk of type 2 diabetes but from where I'm sitting, I know I need to fix my head first before jumping onto fixing my body. My head is my biggest enemy right now and I'm giving myself those ounces of happiness to keep fighting my demons and as stupid as it sounds, it's working. I exercised today by walking to and from the shops and sure I skipped breakfast and ate a really bad lunch but here I am posting a blog post on time and I feel motivated to work on my novel. I'm sure something will snap for me soon and I'll kick the demons out my head and work my arse off to repair the damage, like I want to but until we identify and work through all the things causing my PND, I'm going to keep doing whatever helps me get through the day. Even though I know it's bad for me. I just hope that snap comes sooner rather than later.

Until next time,
Alli xo

Tuesday, 20 March 2018

Flynn Monthly Update: 3 Months

Time really needs to slow down because I cannot believe my bouncing baby boy is three months old already. He's grown so much in the last month as well. He's a big boofa of a baby and even during his 12 week immunisations, the nurse asked if he was breastfed or formula fed because of how big he was. We've joked that my breasts are actually producing full fat cream instead of milk. He is a wonderful little lad though and we couldn't be more in love with him.

How Flynn Is Doing: 

At 3 months old Flynn weighs approximately 6.5kg (14lbs 05oz). That isn't 100% accurate though as to weigh him, I first weighed myself, then both of us together and deducted my weight. He had a nappy, vest and t-shirt on as well so the weight was probably off by an ounce or two. But he is still following on the same from last month with gaining another 2lbs in that time. So he's still following his percentile line nicely. It feels like we're constantly going through leaps with Flynn, as soon as one ends, another seems to start and the abilities he picks up each day keeps amazing us. He's going through his third leap at the moment and it's made him incredibly clingy and demanding of more attention from me. 

Flynn's current favourite things to do include sitting up, standing, staring at his own reflection in the mirror and blowing spit bubbles. He's a very happy and smiley boy still which we love to see. Though he will scream at the top of his lungs if he doesn't get the attention he wants. He is quite demanding for someone so little. He still hates having baths by himself and still hates tummy time. He's gotten better with tummy time and will raise his head and look around very briefly before putting his head back down and screaming until we roll him back over. He keeps trying to laugh but hasn't quite got it yet. Won't be long now though. He talks a lot and coos at his comforter; Mr Wiggles (named by Jordan). He's a cheeky, happy little boy who steals the heart of everyone who meets him and Jordan and I could not be more proud to call him our son. Cannot wait to see what this month holds for him.

How Mum Is Doing:

Lately I've been wondering at what point it stops being Post-Natal Depression and becomes just regular depression. Seems like my mood keeps fluctuating but most of the time I feel completely overwhelmed, stressed, trapped and down right miserable. I cry a lot, I snap a lot and I want to hide myself away a lot. I hate being like this and worse, I hate Vala seeing me like this. I hate snapping at her but it's like I have no control over my emotions. The other day she walked in to find me changing a very poopy nappy and said "Oh that's a smelly pooey nappy. Can you get me some cereal now?" To which I just snapped at her because she could very clearly see I was wrist deep in poop and not available to drop everything the moment she demanded something. She left the room crying and I felt like a horrible person. All I want to do is sleep most of the time or at the very least, stay in bed. I very rarely ever want to go out unless Jordan is with me. 

Physically, I'm absolutely fine. There is no pain or irritation around the incision wound and I often forget I've had a c-section. SPD is pretty much gone though I occasionally get the odd twinge of it in bed but thankfully it's not every night and it isn't that painful. More just uncomfortable and annoying. I'm in tip top shape to get back into exercising and working out but my broken mental state is making that difficult. I'm still fighting though. 

I feel my mental state has worsened since the last monthly update but I've had several deep conversations with Jordan and he is working hard to make things easier for me. He is an absolute champion and honestly I don't know what I'd do without him. My goals and dreams haven't changed but the demons I'm fighting are putting up a decent fight. They haven't won yet though. I love my family with all my heart and seeing their happy faces makes everything worth while. I fight for them.

Until next time,
Alli xo

Sunday, 18 March 2018

Thursday, 15 March 2018

Tired.

I'm at a point where I'm struggling more and more with each passing day. Not just because of my PND, which to be honest I'm sick of talking about but because physically I feel I'm getting weaker. I have to remember to take my postnatal vitamins. I'm probably anaemic. It wouldn't surprise me. Yesterday i missed my first blog post of the year which I'm trying to make up for now but again, I'm tired and I can't think creatively. Therefore this is a short post with a photo of Flynn feom today. He had his 12 week immunsations today and amazingly didn't cry. He whimpered slightly but other than was completely fine. My brave little boy.



Until next time,
Alli xo
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Monday, 12 March 2018

Mothers Day 2018

Monday rolls around yet again but hopefully you all had lovely weekends; mothers especially. Sunday was Mothers Day here in the UK and I am very happy to report that I had a wonderful day!

If we ignore the 6.45am and 8.50am feeds, I was allowed to sleep in! Just after 9 o'clock, Jordan took both kids out to tesco to pick up ingredients to make me breakfast in bed. The quiet house meant I got the first decent sleep in since Flynn was born. I woke up at 11.30am to the sounds of commotion in the kitchen. Jordan bought me coffee in bed. The mug the coffee came in was a gift with photos of both Vala and Flynn on it with the words "Mummy, you are the greatest" written on it. Vala then presented me with a small bunch of beautiful yellow roses. They hurried back off to the kitchen and I could hear Jordan trying to figure out how to make pancakes. Before he could get started on that though, his mum unexpectedly arrived and I had to very quickly get dressed and look moderately presentable. She didn't stay though, she just stopped by to drop of a mothers day present for me. I'm still not sure why she felt the need to get me anything but I am grateful. Jordan gave her our gift and card to her and after she left he went back to the kitchen and I climbed back into bed in preparation for my brunch in bed. After the first two pancake failures I could see Jordan was starting to feel guilty and defeated so I bung on some music and started flipping the pancakes for him whilst he changed Flynn's nappy. The pancakes were pretty damn good and whilst I didn't have them in bed, I kinda liked the fact it was a team effort to make them.

After bunch we set out to the local lake for a family walk. I've now decided that walking around the lake is a mothers day family tradition because we did the exact same thing last mothers day. There's just something so relaxing and calming about walking around the lake, getting fresh air and exercise and having a laugh with the people I love most. Thanks to the recent bad weather there was A LOT of thick, oozy mud which we couldn't get the pram through, so we couldn't do the entire lap of the lake. We walked as far as we could on the paved sections and then turned back once we reached mud paths. Vala had a bit of fun playing on two separate play grounds and even held Flynn as she went down the slide. I got a lot of really beautiful photos of all of us as well.

After our trip to the lake, we went out for dinner to family favourite restaurant; Frankie & Benny's. I'm glad we made a table reservation as I have never seen the place so busy. Seems everyone had the same idea as there were kids running around everywhere. No matter where I looked I saw mothers enjoying a much desired alcoholic beverage and tired looking dads trying to keep their kids in line to ensure their significant others had an enjoyable mothers day. With the amount of noise, I was worried Flynn would wake up and scream the entire time, thus adding to the noise and ensuring our meal was less than relaxing. Thankfully however, he slept right through and our meal was very pleasant. Vala couldn't finish all hers though as she was exhausted from all the walking and excitement from the day. We got home and she took herself off to bed at 6.30pm. That's an hour and a half earlier than her usual bed time. After some one on one time with Flynn, he eventually settled too and Jordan and I spent the remainder of the night gaming together with my friend Adam. We were all in bed and exhausted by midnight.

I feel so lucky and so blessed to have such an amazing family. I cannot put into words how much I love my family. I got some great gifts yesterday but the greatest two gifts of all are the ones that call me 'mummy' or 'hrr gerrrr' in Flynn's case. I could never have imagined I'd end up with two incredibly beautiful and wonderful children nor that I'd be with an amazing man who loves and supports us as much as Jordan does. I truly, truly, truly am the luckiest woman alive!

Until next time,
Alli xo

Sunday, 11 March 2018

Friday, 9 March 2018

Creative Writing Piece

Whilst setting myself up to dedicate all of tomorrow towards working on my novel, I stumbled across a short creative writing piece I wrote a couple of years ago. It's a 400+ short story told from the point of view of an everyday household item. I figured there was no point this short story sitting forgotten in a folder on my pc, so here it is for you all to enjoy!

Our Morning Ritual.



Darkness. Silence. The depressing life that comes from living inside a cupboard. At least I am not alone. Surrounded by my brethren, living the same cold, depressing life. Our cold exteriors forced up close to each other, yet we provide no warmth for one another. Inside we are all hollow. Empty. As cold on the inside, as we are on the outside. Here in the darkness, we wait. Wait for the morning to come. Wait for the moment the doors open and our world is temporarily filled with a glorious light. Every day sitting, waiting for my human to rescue me from this dark prison.
Life! Through the darkness, the sound of life begins to emerge. The running of water, shortly followed by the mechanical click of the electric kettle. It’s time! The doors open and our world is blinded by the warmth of the morning sun, shining in through the kitchen window. I wait for my human to reach for me and initiate his morning ritual.
My time has come! The warmth of his hand reaches around my body and holds me tightly. Lifted from my podium, I silently wish my brethren a fond farewell, knowing I shall be with them again soon. The world shines brightly, but it isn’t long before the familiar shadow of my human, is cast over me. The ritual begins. I am filled with things, both bitter and sweet and blended by the heat of the pre-boiled water. Swirled around, the contents of my insides, tickle my quickly heating exterior.
For the next thirty minutes, my time is here. Lifted and lowered, the warm, aromatic contents within me, are slowly drained. In no time at all, the contents have been sucked dry from me. My body immediately starts to cool once again.
Lifted from his desk for the last time today, my human begins carrying me back towards the kitchen. He staggers! Loses his grip. I slip. Slip, clean out of his hand and start plummeting towards the ground. The world blurs around me and in an instant, every coffee morning is flashed before me. I hit the ground. Hard. My body shatters into several, little pieces. I am broken. My soul purpose, to carry life to my human each morning, can no longer be fulfilled.
He sweeps me up, off his cold kitchen floor. He holds the pieces of me for the very last time. Our morning relationship, is at its end. Like the product of a one night stand, I am cast aside. Thrown into the rubbish. Darkness now. A new darkness. All alone, my brethren gone, this darkness is mine and mine alone. Goodbye, dear human. Goodbye.

Until next time,
Alli xo

Thursday, 8 March 2018

International Women's Day 2018

To all hard-working women, who often go unnoticed; Happy International Women's Day!
To all mothers, who always put everyone else before themselves; Happy International Women's Day!
To all women of colour, who fight against racial stereotyping; Happy International Women's Day!
To all women living with a disability, who don't let their disability define them; Happy International Women's Day!
To all trans-women, who battle misogyny from all sides, Happy International Women's Day!
To all butch women, femme women, androgynous and non-binary women, who push against what a woman 'should' look like; Happy International Women's Day!

Being a woman in this world is not always easy but every day we fight the good fight to be seen, heard, recognised, appreciated and treated as an equal. We are seen as weak, yet we are stronger than ever. We're sexualised, objectified, idolized and criticized but every day we show the world exactly who we are and what we can do. We are strong, capable women who run this world with grace, sass and compassion.

As a woman who escaped an emotionally abusive marriage, where I felt I had no rights, no opinions,
no say, no freedom; I know all to well the struggle to regain my strength and stand independently upon my own two feet. I am NOT a door mat; I am a strong woman. I am NOT an emotional punching bag; I am a beautiful woman. I am NOT a possession; I am an independent woman. I am NOT a house maid; I am a young mother learning the ways of parenthood. I am NOT a prisoner; I am a free woman!

I used to be trapped inside my own home by a neglectful and emotionally abusive husband. I had to play a game of '20 Questions' every time I wanted to leave the house, or have some money. I never had money of my own, it all went into his bank account. I spent every penny of the money he allowed me to have on our daughter yet when we split up, he told me I was careless with my spending. He told me it was too dangerous in our neighbourhood for me to venture out on my own. He brainwashed me into being scared of the outdoors. He allowed me to make "friends" with people he knew online but wouldn't allow me to even tell them my real name. The one friend I did manage to make, who knew my real name, he accused me of having an affair with. He told me that I was "useless for anybody that wants to be happy." And that I'm the reason all my previous relationships failed; that I was always the problem. I cooked his meals and he never ate them. He forced me to eat what he wanted, which was usually take-out and the weight piled on. He never shared my bed after our daughter was born and left me to raise her almost entirely by myself. He slept all day and stayed up all night so our little girl barely ever saw him. He used our daughter as a way of punishing me if I did anything he didn't like and threatened to have her taken away from me after I left him.

Because of my ex-husband, I never thought I could ever be strong again. I cried at the sight of my own reflection and was afraid of ever loving anyone again. I blamed myself for everything and neglected to take proper care of myself. It has taken many years to get to where I am now. I'm still fighting but he doesn't affect me anymore. My daughter was my shining beacon. I kept on pushing for her. I battled my demons and gave all I could for her. I want to be her role-model, her hero. I want to be the best I can be for her. With the support of my friends, family and most amazing fiancé, I'm finally taking time for myself and pursuing my dreams and hobbies.

I am a female gamer, writer, reader and tired as f**k mother! I am a strong, beautiful, independent woman! To every single woman on this planet, from all walks of life; keep fighting, stand strong, raise your heads with pride and support one another. We are all beautiful! We are all women!

To all strong women; may we know them, may we be them, may we raise them.
Happy International Women's Day!

Until next time,
Alli xo
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Wednesday, 7 March 2018

My Top 5 Favourite Video Games

Today I thought I'd share with you my top 5 favourite video games. With the exception of the game in first place, I have sunk many, many, MANY hours into these games. They're my go to games when I need a little me time or when I'm playing online with friends. Some you may have heard of, some you might not have. If you're into gaming and looking for something new to try, why not consider trying one of these.

1. Bastion

Genre: Action-Roleplaying
Game Link: http://store.steampowered.com/app/107100/Bastion/


I have only ever played Bastion through once but I immediately fell in love with it. The story, art style and soundtrack are all beautiful. It's a short game that I managed to complete in a little over six hours. Bastion very quickly became my favourite game. The only reason why I've never played it more than once though is the story is defined by the choices you make in the game. I was so happy with the direction my story went that I never wanted to play through any other variation of the game. Great little Indie game to try out if you've got a few hours free time one afternoon.


2. World of Warcraft

Genre: Mass Multiplayer Online
Game Link: https://worldofwarcraft.com/en-gb/

I cannot count how many hours I have sunk into this game. At first I wanted nothing to do with this game because of all the negative stereotypes you hear about it. But when my (ex-)husband spent more time playing it than acknowledging me (not the games fault, he was just a neglectful jerk), I decided to start playing it so we could spend some time together. He was horrible to me in game because I was a total "noob" and in the end I decided to try playing it by myself. I never expected to fall in love with it. Everyone gets a different experience from playing WoW but for me, I absolutely fell in love with the lore and characters. The depth and complexity of it all made me feel like I was playing inside a story book and as a result, it's taken my heart. I do take regular breaks from it though and return when new content it added. I'd honestly recommend this game and seriously ignore the negative stereotypes. It doesn't ruin your life or make you a social pariah And it isn't full of sad nerds with no lives. The guild I play with is full of wonderful, friendly people who lead full, exciting and busy lives.

3. Team Fortress 2

Genre: Multiplayer First Person Shooter

TF2 as it is abbreviated to was always my go to game when I was super bored of majorly frustrated. There was just something about the fast paced, cartoon styled, kill everyone on sight, that I really got into. It was fun and challenging and always, ALWAYS lifted my mood up. Killing an enemy (a fellow player) was so satisfying. Maybe it was the comical way they died or just knowing that you out smarted another player that made it so enjoyable. I have sunk countless hours into this game and it will probably always be one of my go to games to play. I wouldn't say it was a particularly violent game. I mean yes, the whole point is to kill your opponents whilst completing missions but it's violent in the same sense the Road Runner is violent. It's funny, not gory. Oh, and did I forget to mention that it's free to play? Just another great thing about this game!

4. H1Z1

Genre: Battle Royale

If it weren't for this game, I honestly wouldn't know Jordan. I was bored one night and decided to watch a random Twitch streamer play a random game. Browsing through the list of games being streamed I chose to watch H1Z1 because Battle Royale is always a fun genre to watch and play; and at the time, it was the most popular BR game. Scrolling through the list of people streaming the game I randomly selected JonOfAllGames and began watching him play. Through Jon and his stream, I met Jordan. I won a Steam gift card and ended up buying this game myself. I played several hours both by myself and with groups of friends I made through Jon's stream. Whilst Jordan and my relationship remained long distance, we played H1Z1 together almost every single night and we have a lot of fun, fond memories of it. Of course now there are plenty of other BR genre games to play, (Player Unknowns Battlegrounds (PUBG) and Fortnite to name a couple) that the player base has shrunk quite a bit. I don't mind though, H1Z1 will always be my favourite BR game.

5. Subsistence

Genre: Survival

Finally on my list, comes the game I've been playing most since Flynn was born. A simple survival game that is easy to jump in and out off. It was created by a single developer who held a full time job and worked on it in his free time. For a game made by a guy in his free time as a hobby project, it really turned out to be an amazingly good game. There's a lot to do and surviving isn't always easy. I'm a right sucker for base building so thats the element I enjoy the most in this game. The game has done so well that the developer very recently quit his job to work on it full time. It is making him enough money that he can live off it and dedicate all his time to it. The work he did on it in his spare time was incredible enough; I can't wait to see where the game is going to go now that he is working on it full time. A lot of fun, especially with friends, definitely worth giving it a go. 

So there you have my top 5 favourite video games. I'd love to hear what your favourite video games are. Leave a comment below telling me what you love to play.

Until next time, 
Alli xo

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Monday, 5 March 2018

Monthly Fitness Update: March

This year needs to slow right down! I cannot believe it's March already. I mean granted, February is a short month but still, how is March? February flying by so fast means most of what I set out to do, didn't actually get done and for that, I'm genuinely disappointed in myself. Nonetheless, here's my second fitness update.

Current Weight: 102.6kg
Loss since last month: 1.4kg
Loss since start weight: 7kg

I am actually really disappointed with myself with how l behaved last month. February saw a lot of crap come up and I struggled with my postnatal depression.  I was sleeping badly and everything was overwhelming me. I stopped going out for my daily walks which I'm angry about and I kept eating badly. Chocolate galore! With everything that was going on, chocolate was my vice to get through it all. There were days I desperately just needed a glass of wine to help me let go of all the stress and tension built up within me but of course, I'm breastfeeding so instead of a glass of wine, I'd shovel copious amounts of chocolate into my mouth. My weight fluctuated badly, even jumping back up to 106.5kg at one point. Sure, I'm currently lower than my weight this time last month but had I not allowed myself to fall victim to the negative thoughts in my head and the temptations of sugar, I'd probably have smashed my second weight-loss target by now. 

I want to get back on track and start
pushing myself again but there's so much nagging doubt in my head. I'm still fighting with my internal demons and I still get very overwhelmed quite easily. I keep thinking how can I possibly get on with working towards my goals when mentally, I'm in no better place than I was last month. How is this month going to be any different? My plan was to return to the gym this coming weekend and as I sit here writing this, I wonder how I'm going to possibly do that. In my head, I don't feel ready to go back. In my heart, I should've gone back last month. My motivation is at an all time low I am fighting to get it back up. I haven't even set myself goals to work towards besides; "get off your arse!" 

Maybe if the weather hadn't been so terrible, I might've been a bit more positive and active but no one could help the amount of snow that was thrown at us. The "Beast from the East" as the weather was dubbed, toyed with the beast inside my head and I pretty much became a hermit. I need to get back on track! I don't want my April update to show that I've put weight back on. I don't want to let my mental health get the better of me. I know deep down I am stronger than this. I just need to push myself. We'll see how I get on.

Until next time,
Alli xo    

Sunday, 4 March 2018

Friday, 2 March 2018

Monthly Challenge: February

After last month's failed challenge, I
decided to set myself something a little simpler this month. This month I set myself the challenge to do something I've never done before. Honestly my PND got the better of me and I thought I'd get nothing new done and fail yet another challenge but then the weather presented me with a great opportunity.

Growing up in Australia, I never got to experience the joys of snow. This last week I finally got my proper chance. Vala and I had snowball fights, made a snowman ans for the first time in my life, I made snow angels. I was covered from head to toe in powder fine snow but I had a blast. AND making the snow angels was something new that I'd never done before so I count that as a win for this month challenge. Sure it wasn't much but I don't know when I'll next get the opportunity to make snow angels, so its a win for me!

Until next time,
Alli xo
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