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I am not a medical practitioner. I am not offering medical advice - even if discussing medications, diets or exercise. I am also not claiming to be an expert or professional in any subject or area.

Always seek advice from the appropriately qualified professionals before making changes to your lifestyle, particularly those which could affect your health.

I am simply sharing my story here.

I will be as honest and transparent as I can possibly be in everything I discuss, because there's no reason not to be. If there's something I'm not comfortable in talking about, then I won't discuss it.  

This blog is probably also going to include some brutally honest truths, and some tough love strategies. I won't sugar-coat things just to be a people pleaser, because I need to honour my authentic self and just be really genuine with you.

This is my story, as it is, and as I've experienced it through my eyes and my perception. 

Your experiences may be completely different, and that's okay. You might disagree with some of my choices, and that's also okay.

This is my story, what I've experienced along the way, and what I continue to experience on this journey of major transformation, growth and development.

I hope that reading about it can be of some benefit to you on your own journey.


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