Conversations With Alex

Joining a gym at the age of 48 after years of completely neglecting my body was a decision which, in the beginning, seemed to be absolutely insane. The years leading up to this point had, at some points, been something of a challenge. I had survived a violent assault in my twenties which had taken its toll more than I would admit to myself. I had become self-deprecating which, in turn, was giving out the message to others that this was me. Not much to write home about. A bit

It’s approaching a year since I lost my wonderful mum and my world fell apart. A year of experiencing the darkest despair that only the...