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Hi, I’m Kim.

There’s a reason every fairytale ends with the happy couple riding off into the sunset and living “happily ever after” with no follow-up – because the follow up would turn every child into a cynic before they even hit puberty.

The journey of reaching those life goals is, in many ways, a challenging, but a romantic path. The ups, the downs, the looks, the dates, the hopes, the disappointments, the new hopes and a wonderful partner to share them with. You walk down that aisle, beaming with the possibilities. I love my daughter more than life itself. But the books don’t mention how much Sleeping Beauty misses my eternal sleep, how Cinderella no longer has the energy for any obsessive cleaning, how Mulan gains 700 pounds from abandoning my training and how much Snow White… truly, deeply, wishes she was back in that coffin sometimes, leaving the men to deal with everything outside. 

Children are a phenomenal blessing. But let’s not pretend for one minute that every single parent on Earth doesn’t feel the sacrifices that come with raising a kid in every joint, muscle and headache, every single day.

I am one such loving, caring, tired and honest parent, that has a gorgeous 4 years old named Sophie, a handsome and equally tired husband Dylan and a full-time job. And I just have one child! I can’t even imagine my friends who had 2 kids under 2 years old, or the brave (read “poor”) souls with 3, or more children! Since most normal people can’t afford armies of nannies and housekeepers and cleaners, I am here to offer some words of wisdom or just a bit of solidarity, to all the hard-working mums out there, that are juggling jobs and kids and chores and relationships and debt and flat tyres and everything in between.

I went to Exeter University, where I studied Physics, not being overly clear with what I planned on doing with it afterwards. Finding myself a little aimless post-graduation, I went for a drink with an old family friend, who performed an unimaginable miracle – she made accounting sound fun! Somehow, I found myself a junior auditor in a mid-tier firm in London and four years and an ACA later, I was a fully qualified accountant. And not that accountants aren’t an absolute hoot – but my sensible career path left my rather wilder side a little wanting. Enjoying all the diversions of London, I decided to start a blog about my extra-curricular exploits – theatre, museum exhibitions, art galleries, shots in the City with beautiful strangers…

This was a fun activity for a while, but after I fell in love, got married and promptly peed on a stick, I decided to launch this blog that had a much further reach and, hopefully, was of much more use to the many other ladies out there that are loving every minute, yet struggling with some of the realities of being a full time working mum.

The realities of being a busy working mum with no time to comb my hair let alone go for a run hit home when I could no longer squeeze myself into my favourite pair of jeans and I decided it was time to get back into shape, and my second blog, Fitness Central was born.

Waking at the crack of dawn, hideous commutes, pointless meetings, unbearable clients, eye-melting spreadsheets, ripped tights, crappy microwave lunches, unrealistic deadlines… and then the school run, no parking, after school swimming lessons, cooking dinner, cat’s thrown up on the carpet again, Frozen-induced eye twitch, broccoli all over the floor, you promised to see Sarah and grandma has to be taken to the doctors again… and that’s just Monday!  

Here you will learn about my journey, find helpful tips, a shoulder to cry on, hilarious anecdotes, but above all – a kindred spirit, who understands what you’re going through and is boldly willing to share my experiences, the wonderful and woeful, so every busy mum out there will know that we’re all in this together! And we really miss our croissants in bed….

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