All about me!
Oh! Hey there. Thanks for dropping by.
I’m aware that a lot of you may be coming here from my Instagram, which, since hopping on the Slimming World bandwagon has increased in popularity. I thought I’d save you from the hassle of reading through my old posts (god, I’ve gone through a fair few transformations- emotionally speaking- since I started by blog) by doing a quick (re)introduction to me, and to Fabulous and Us.
I’m Alison, but most people call me Al or Ali (other than my husband, who is one of the only people in the world to call me Alison). I also get Miss or Mrs Williamson a lot, because I teach in a secondary school. I’m 33, but will always be stuck in or around 2008. Does this mean I can legitimately say I’m 22? It does feel like the perfect night to dress up like hipsters.
Moving on from the tragic Taylor Swift reference there –well done if you got that… you can stay!
I’m married to Andy and have been for 10 years. We’ve been together since we met at Sixth Form when we were 16. Quite a nice love story, actually. I’ll maybe write about it someday. We’ve got one child, a little boy, called Noah. He’s named after Ryan Gosling’s character in The Notebook. He’s got a lot of living up to that character to do. He’s absolutely amazing, actually. I know everyone says that about their kids, but Noah is phenomenal. I promise!
I come from a big, messy, dysfunctional, astonishing, marvellous and remarkable family. Two older sisters (getting ready for their big 4-0 this summer) who are infuriatingly fabulous, incredible parents- all three of them- who have made me who I am. The matriarch of my family, of my life, is Nanna Mu, who will be 90 in March! 90! Can you believe that? She’s just extraordinary.
Since turning 30 I think I have developed a superpower that means I cannot tolerate bullshit in my friendships and therefore I drop friends like flies. I genuinely feel that I’ve got the friends who I was always meant to have. I’m a bit brutal in my selection process- you’re cut off if I feel you’re not pulling your weight in our relationship. I just think that life is too short for dramas and heartache that comes with having crappy friends. I know that I am a damn good friend, and if you don’t get that side of me, you maybe need to look closer to home as to why that might be the case. I do have a core group of real life friends, whom I couldn’t cope on this planet without. I also can’t knock the value of my Insta friends. I truly couldn’t cope on this Slimming World journey without you.
I’m on my second attempt at Slimming World because I got diagnosed with pre-Diabetes in November, and it honestly scared the living daylights out of me. I was referred by my GP, meaning I got 12 weeks on the NHS (yes, that’s a thing apparently). That’s due to run out soon, and you know what? I cannot wait to pay for my next 12 weeks. The support, particularly online but also in group, is like something I’ve never experienced before. It’s also reignited my love of cooking- the family are pretty pleased about this.
What else? What else? I am all about the reading. Anything at all. If you recommend it, I’ll give it a go. I love sitcoms, and I’m developing a passion for Yoga and Mindfulness too. I decided to stop drinking at the start of the year- not necessarily for good, but I am definitely cutting down. I’m a horrible drunk, and it’s not cool any more. I do miss the odd gin, so I’ll be saying “hello” to that old friend again soon. I’m a huge fan of any music that makes me happy. Taylor Swift, obvs, Ed Sheeran, Take That, George Ezra, anything from 2008, anything from the 70s, 80s and 90s. Actually anything that pre-dates the 70s too. Clubland. Rap. Kanye. I’ve finally caught the Beyonce bug, about 15 years later than everyone else. Musicals… Mary Poppins and The Greatest Showman OSTs have been played a lot in our house lately.
Fun fact… I went to see Mary Poppins Returns three times and I am totally obsessed with Emily Blunt.
I used to love the Kardashians, but lately they make my skin crawl. I’m into feminism and feminist literature (I’m not pretentious, just passionate) and I feel that they represent fake feminism. They act like they’re all for supporting women, but then happily pose with those awful slimming shakes, putting out a horrid message to their young and impressionable followers. Agh! Give me Jameela Jamil any day!
Right, I’m going to shoot off. This is meant to be an intro and it’s 800 words long. I cannot shut up!
Take care, guys.