I am fucking starving. Well, not really starving. Not starving children of Africa, haven't eaten in days kind of starving, I mean coming down from the addictive nature of sugar and carbohydrate comas and I'm staring at the tv and I just want to eat chocolate, ice cream and crackers kind of starving. I've … Continue reading Fat, starving orphans
Diversional Therapy – who knew it wasn’t about shoes?!
Therapy is different for all of us and over the years I've had my fair share of therapeutic diversions. Since my forays into the field of Positive Psychology, I've gotten pretty good at preventing the onset of the sads, but the extrovert in me can't live on positive feelings all the time and the … Continue reading Diversional Therapy – who knew it wasn’t about shoes?!
life in big frilly knickers 