If you read my last post, you’ll hopefully have an idea of why I started writing my blog but let me tell you a little more about me and then you can really decide if I’m your kind of person!
As I type this I am precisely 5 weeks away from my 35th birthday. I am just over 18 weeks pregnant with my first baby and I have been married to my favourite human in the world, DG, for about 4 and a half months. I am most definitely not over my wedding and will be writing a full post sharing the full bride-zilla details another day, I promise. If you wondered why there are so many wedding photos on my blog it’s because I love them and I look incredible and I’m not done swooning over them. (and there is a teeny hint of narcissism for you!)
I am also acutely aware that some of you may have done the math and worked out that we were lucky enough to conceive approximately 18 seconds after our wedding day. We feel incredibly lucky and I will talk more about this another day as I appreciate what an emotive subject ‘trying to conceive’ is and how very very lucky we have been so far.
I love to write. I love to overshare. When not carrying the heir to my husbands kingdom, I love a glass of red wine (or 5) and all the cheese and bread. As I approached my 30th birthday I had a slight life melt down which resulted in me spending about a year getting myself in the best shape I have ever been in. I worked my non-existent nuts off both in the gym and in the kitchen changing my terrible diet to something much more suited to my needs and (if I do say so myself) I looked and felt amazing. I was still pretty damn miserable though and realised many things on that journey of self discovery. I wrote about that a little bit on the Bad Yogi mag here. Now, I work out for my mental health rather than my physical health and enjoy a lot more cheese and bread than I would have during that time. Life literally is too short to say no to cheese and bread.
Last year I qualified as a Hatha Yoga teacher. I haven’t started teaching yet because I fell pregnant so quickly and those first few months were not only ROUGH AF (a whole post coming on that shit show) but also my yoga practice actually had to change quite a bit to safely accommodate a baby being on board. I hope to expand on my fitness qualifications next year after babe has arrived. I found yoga maybe 10 years ago and have dipped in and out over the years. I leaned heavily on my practice when my Dad died on Christmas Day 2016. (I know, that is such a sucky day to lose a loved one!) I wrote about that a little more on the Bad Yogi mag here.
I am generally a pretty positive person and seek people out that share my sense of humour (it’s dry, juvenile and vital to my well being), but am hugely and very often mistaken as being an extrovert. Socially I am a chameleon and a freaking delight *insert winky face emoji here* but my god it’s tiring and I need to recharge little and often away from everyone. It took me a long time to recognise this and once I did, (and started to look after myself a bit better), I felt much more able to continue to be ‘on’ when I needed to be. My work has often required me to be a decision maker/complaint handler/project manager and mediator all at the same time therefore knowing how to switch off became imperative to my mental health. Sometimes I’m crap at switching off and crash and burn but that’s what my husband is amazing at, picking me up off the the floor when I fall down.
Above all else I am SO incredibly happy with where my life has led me thus far and am so super excited to see what the future holds for us as a family and for me as a Yoga Teacher, Mum and Wife. I just need to get through the next 22 weeks of pregnancy ”joy” and then we’ll see how the rest shapes up!
Thanks for reading.
Mrs G x