Ah, my darling Jabbers. We meet again. Day 99. Ninety-nine days of jabs, bloating, burping, bravery, and now… rain. So much rain. Let’s dive right in (quite literally, as you’ll soon see). 5am - Rise and Whine: Another 5am wake-up. Why? Who am I trying to impress? The King? The sunrise? Nevertheless, I heroically rolled out of bed, muttering obscenities and negotiating with my knees, who were not in the mood to bend. First mission of the day: weigh-in. And let me tell you - t

Slightly different post today my fellow Jabbers! A bit of a reflection really… Ah, Mounjaro. The tiny weekly syringe that launched a thousand lifestyle overhauls - part miracle, part menace, all drama. The jab that promised control, calm, and confidence… and delivered a side order of nausea, introspection, and burps that could rattle crockery. When I started, I imagined Mounjaro would turn me into that woman - you know the one: sipping lemon water, glowing like she’s sponsore

My darlings, please accept my deepest apologies for the radio silence - I promise I haven’t been abducted by Vecna or enrolled in a champagne appreciation course (though both are equally plausible). The truth is far simpler and far more fabulous: I was celebrating my birthday. And not just any birthday - the kind that leaves your liver writing strongly worded letters to your brain. Let us rewind to Friday, a.k.a. Day 93, a.k.a. “The Great London Adventure.” FRIDAY - Strange

Slept like an absolute dream. Honestly, my bed deserves an award. A BAFTA, an MBE, something. It’s the only consistent relationship in my...

Worked from home today, which sounds relaxing in theory - in reality, it was a phlegm-filled, retch-powered symphony of coughs, wheezes...

Slept like an absolute baby, with the chunky feline butt of Ruby the Purring Machine firmly planted on my chest. Honestly, if there were...

The Plot Thickens (or Should I Say Thins?) Ladies, gents, and fellow carb detectives – welcome to Episode 77 of CSI: My Waistline. This...

Oh my sweet jabbers, gather round. This weekend, I achieved something truly spectacular. Some people run marathons. Others climb...

Ah, Friday. The crown jewel of the working week. The day that says: “Hang on love, you’ve survived emails, meetings, Teams calls that...

This morning, I had the privilege (read: punishment) of tuning into Meow Cast FM, also known as The Cat Podcast, which aired live from 3...

The Case of the Disappearing Pounds Ladies, gents, and fellow detectives in the true crime meets true carbs universe, gather round: we’ve...

Seventy. Days. On. Mounjaro. Can we just take a moment? Because at this point, I feel like I should be receiving a telegram from the...

Well my darlings, today was supposed to be uneventful. A chill, nothing-to-see-here Monday. Spoiler alert: it was not. First off, I...

Wow. Just WOW. Yesterday evening my ADHD decided to make a full dramatic entrance back into my life like it was auditioning for Britain’s...

Well, well, well. Day 55 and I have officially crossed into a parallel dimension: the dimension where food noise exists. Let me tell you,...

Wow. We had another full moon cat podcast at 3am this morning. Honestly, Ruby was chatting away like she’s hosting Radio Meow FM. Who is...

Confession time: I abandoned you for three days. Friday was swallowed whole by work (and not in a good, bao-bun way), then Saturday and...

Last night I was living my best pensioner-meets-Broadway life because I finally watched The Thursday Murder Club and OH. MY. DAYS. What....

First of all: apologies, my beloved jabbers, for not posting every day. I know, I know - the suspense must have been killing you. But...

Week 3 Weigh-In - The Plot Twist No One Asked For Drumroll please… 🥁 climbs onto the scale like it’s a medieval torture device… and the...