Ahhh Mondays. That cursed invention of the calendar where the universe collectively decides to remind you that the weekend is over and...

Alright, buckle up my darling Watsons, because Day 69 isn’t just another diary entry – this is the origin story of JABatha Christie. The...

Well my darlings, today was supposed to be a productive “office-ready, power-suit, boss-lady” kind of day. But instead, the universe...

Saturday was completely written off. Like, stamped, shredded, and sent back to sender. Why? Because yours truly thought it was a good...

Alright, buckle in, darling, because JABatha Christie is about to serve you Day 65: The Nausea Games, and as always, it’s a full...

Again, slept like a baby – which in my world apparently means waking up tired, confused, and wondering who swapped my body for a sack of...

BREAKING NEWS The scales have betrayed me. Yes, dear readers, after nine weeks of injections, food noise slayage, and a near...

Oh hello, my lovely chaos companions - welcome to Day 63, otherwise known as the day I proved I am both hopelessly romantic and mildly...

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

Good evening, Jabbers. Reporting live from the Land of Cushions, Collagen, and Chaos. Today was… a lot. Let’s begin. Morning Mayhem: The...

Wow. Sixty days on a jab. SIXTY. I feel like I should get a medal, or at least a badge that says “Ask me about my suppressed appetite and...

Oh my word. Strap in, my dear readers, because Jabatha has lived through two days of pure chaos that could easily be turned into a...

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...

Gather round, my fellow sleuths of the scale, because JABatha Christie has cracked yet another weight-loss mystery - and this one...

Friends, gather round, because Day 56 was a full-on episode of “The Jabatha Show: Chaos Edition.” First things first - no cat podcast...

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...

Ladies, gentlemen, cats, and protein bowls that nobody asked for - can we just take a dramatic pause and acknowledge something? 50 DAYS....

Whoaaaaah. Day 49 and the virus is still playing WrestleMania in my body. Honestly, it’s like COVID had an affair with perimenopause,...

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

Ahhhh, my own bed. Slept like a baby… except for the traditional wake-up call: a cat butt in my face. Oh, how I missed it. Truly, nothing...