So here I am.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Oh good. Nice to see you.

I suppose I should introduce myself.

I am 30.
I am a wife.
I am a mother.
I am a dog owner.
I am unfit.
I am carrying about 2 stone of baby blubber.
I used to enjoy sport.
I used to be a runner, many moons ago.
I love food.
I particularly love desserts.
I especially love winter desserts, the lardier the better.
I love cake.
I love biscuits.
I love making things.
I can sew.
I can paint.
I love doing DIY.
I love putting up flat-pack furniture.

I am depressed.
I suffer from panic attacks.
I suffer from an anxiety disorder.
I don't know what's going on in my own brain any more.
I constantly doubt myself.
I don't like what depression has turned me into.
I don't like who depression has made me into.
I can't go into town without having a panic attack.
I am beginning to not like leaving the house for fear of one.

I own a pair of trainers.
I own an iPhone.
Even on my worst day, I am capable of putting one foot in front of the other.

Here is where I hope to run my way back to fitness, to health, to happiness, and maybe some smaller jeans.

Wish me luck!

The Runner x