Blogging. I know nothing about blogging. I’ve never pretended to know anything about blogging. I can barely use my phone.
I’m thinking on it as writing a diary. Not that I’ve ever kept a diary either. Maybe if I did, I’d be a bit more organised.
I’ve kind of fallen into this. I’m a time-poor, constantly tired working mum of two. One day I decided I was going to lose weight. As any mother would tell you, or possibly any man, I’m not gonna get a sexist here, when you run around looking after a family, you kind of lose sight in looking after yourself.
I didn’t have that light bulb moment that people seem to talk about. My husband joined the gym and I thought “hang on a minute, if I joined I’d be able to get an hour away from the kids”. So that’s what I done.
Fast forward a couple of years and I’ve done alright. Which is what leads me here and onto this blogging thing.
I’m not sure what’s next, I guess we’ll all find out together.