"Well... That Didn’t Go to Plan"
Picture it: me, bags packed, books lined up, weather forecast looking glorious.
☀️💼🐚
I’m heading off for a much-needed coastal break, ready to breathe again after a few emotionally wobbly weeks.
Day 1?
Dreamy.
Long walk by the sea. Sunshine on my face.
A delicious seafood dinner with a smug sense of “yes, this is self-care done properly.”
And then...
💥 Day 2: From Dream Break to Oh No, Not Again
I woke up in the early hours with my heart pounding so loudly I thought someone had put a drum kit in the hotel wardrobe. 😳
Sweating buckets, dizzy, panicked.
I never made it out of bed that entire day.
Not like me at all — and honestly, it scared me.
🚨 Day 3: Surprise Ambulance Ride (Not on My Vision Board)
By Day 3, I had to get out of the room.
I’d barely eaten, had a fuzzy head, and figured it was just a nasty cold. I walked slowly to the chemist, picked up some cold & flu capsules, then popped into a cute little café to sit down with a drink, a glass of water, and a bite of toast.
Next thing I know?
Paramedics. Ambulance. Questions. A forehead damp with regret and electrolytes.
Apparently I’d fainted in the café.
Honestly, I don’t remember much other than a sudden wave of "I’m-not-okay" washing over me.
Needless to say, the rest of the holiday was not filled with picturesque beach walks and journalling in cosy coffee shops.
It was more... bed, toast, and hoping I didn’t pass out again.
🏥 Back Home. Back to A&E.
I finally got home late Friday night — barely holding myself upright.
And surprise!
By Saturday night, I was back in A&E.
Greatest hits of the week:
Books read: 0
Long walks taken: barely any
Relaxation level: negative 3
Panic moments: several dozen
💉 The Good (?) News…
It wasn’t Mounjaro.
They’re pretty confident it was just a virus and my body had a meltdown.
Which is good… but also, I’m still left feeling wrung out like an old dishcloth. 🫠
⚖️ Weight Loss Update
Because of course my body chose this week to completely confuse me:
Week 32: ⬇️ 0.4 lbs
Week 33: ⬇️ 5.2 lbs (???)
Week 34: ⬇️ 0.4 lbs
I mean… the scales are clearly as disoriented as I am.
🧠 Mindset Moment: When It All Falls Apart
Let’s be honest: these past few weeks have not been about building better habits, ticking off goals, or journaling daily with the sunrise and a peppermint tea.
They’ve been about surviving.
And sometimes — that’s okay.
Sometimes, it’s not about transformation or motivation.
It’s about doing the bare minimum, listening to your body, and saying:
“Today, my only job is to get through it.”
That still counts. You still count. Progress isn’t always sexy — sometimes it’s sweaty and slightly unconscious in a coffee shop.
✍️ Journaling Prompt:
“When I feel overwhelmed by my body — illness, tiredness, change — how do I offer myself comfort? What would I say to someone I love in this same position?”
Be gentle with your answers. Be kind to the woman holding the pen.
I’m hoping next week is lighter — physically, emotionally, all of it.
But if it’s not, I’ll still be here, showing up anyway.
One messy, real, hopeful week at a time. ✨
Helen x
