ThatIsBeyond…Feeling <

Over the years my life has been punctuated with moments that mentally torture me, like a recurring dream, throughout the following years. My preoccupation with feeling < (less than) though, has become a problem in adult life. It has tarnished my own view of myself and sets me up for an almighty fall. Some would call this an inner-sabeteur but i call it “The luck of a Git”.

Feeling ‘less than’ can blur the lines of any situation and actually hinder the problem I am tackling. It preoccupies me and negatively effects my confidence. Feeling ‘less than’ a man, for example is actually a way of belittling myself – by degrading myself I guess I take the opportunity from others to get there first!

I have done comedy as part of an act, just once. It doesnt appeal at all, but in this specific situation there was one way I could get through it, and that was to self-depricate to the point where the audience didnt get the chance. I used hurtful words as a safety blanket to protect about potential hurt that the audience could throw at me. needless to say Stand Up comedy is definitely not for me!

Today whilst dutifully making breakfast for my 4 year old, i discovered a steady drip of water flowing from a light socket in our Utility Room… DIY is not my strong suit, that physical dexterity and problem solving jsut doesnt come naturally to my creative mind. Immediately,I investigated where the leak could be coming from and switched off the water upstairs. As I stood for a few brief moments staring at the still flowing drip – drip – drip, I felt a ‘less than’ symbol sitting above my head. self-doubt crept in and the self-flagelation began.

“You dont know what youre doing”, “You’re Dad would have this fixed already”, “what sort of man can’t fix stuff?”, “stupid idiot”.

I know how I can get, self-inflicted hurt feels good for a moment but i can battle it for months afterwards. So I wake my buffer up, not because my long-suffering wife knows any more than I do about plumbing, but more because she knows me better than I do, and I know that I need her steady calm to guide me through this…

Then I feel lesser of a man still, because a man shouldnt need a security blanket, Should he?

I did call my Dad in the end. He’s a font of knowledge and the person that I look to when I can’t see around a problem. And today I made a change. I told him how vulnerable I feel in these situations and opened up. I felt so much better getting out into the air instead of hurting myself with the words – I guess that was my lesson to be learned.

When you learn that you will be a parent, a miraculous thing happens, a really clear image gets built in your mind’s eye about the type of parent that you will be. I had such an image of the father I would be. Four and a half years on, i am still trying to live up to that image and constantly falling short of it. I raise my voice, get frustrated, am tired, lack the energy to keep up with him and worse – I always feel less than. Living up to a self-made image of what a Dad is, has kept my demons decidely in my head. This weekend I cried when my son managed to ride his bike with no stabilisers and without me holding onto it. I can clearly and tangibly remember when i leared to ride my bike and my dad let go of the saddle as I shot off around a corner… its probably not even how it happened but memories can be cruel occupiers of our minds. i cried partly with pride and partly with relief – at least I hadn’t failed him on this point.

2020 was the year that I lost my job, a job that had consumed me for over 13 years and a job that I didn’t feel ‘less than’ in. I was by no means the best manager ever to have graced the world, but I felt my strengths were appreciated and that i was the best manager that I could be. When redundancy became apparent, i had never felt as “Less than” as I have since. I am used to making myself feel that way, but now there was an email that alluded to the fact that the hurt that I subject myself to every day, was in fact correct.

I was less than my friends and my colleagues.

As my failure to secure a job drew on, I was “less than” other candidates with more relevant experience.

When I secured a job, my worth was “signicantly less than” financially.

And throughout I was “less than” in every aspect of my life.

I don’t say all this for sympathy. I hope to shed some light on an issue that I know is affecting a lot of people out there. We don’t want to lose our friends, grow apart from our families, spend more time ina mental hell of our own making. but right now it’s really hard to see beyond the “less thans” and instead focus on the many “equal to’s” or “more thans” that make us who we are.

I am trying, so hard, to take it easy on myself, and I would love it if all of you would try the same. we have so much to offer and whether its work, family, friends or life, you can’t feel “less than” exactly the person that you are, and nor should you.

I’m always here to listen if you would like to talk. i may not have the answers, but like opening up to my dad, sometimes putting those thoughts into the ether, is just the release that you need.

Take care of each other.

ThatIsBeyond…The near-death experience

To be frank, this week had been shit.

I’m not somone who uses superfluous cussing to get a point across, but in this instance I believe it is warranted.

I will not go into huge amounts of detail about why, but you’ll have to trust me that the level of unfortunate events that had occured that week was enough to get a pretty positive fellow down. And then this happened…


This is a phenomenon which is surely only present in Hollywood movies, right? A sort of device of plot, that helps make a mundane story come to life? I can attest that there is a real life element to life flashes which are now undoubtedly ingrained in my brain.

That morning, instead of walking to the gym, I took my car the short distance as I wanted to get a full workout in, instead of cutting it short to get home on time. In the short five minute journey, I noticed some unusual and yet unconcerning noises, which I put down to the wet weather. One work out down and a change in the weather and still there are these strange grating noises. I park up. I get down on the wet ground and I look for anything loose under the car. Nothing. I check around the wheels but all seems “normal”.

I get home and shower. I tell my wife about the strange noises and I plan that evening to drive back to my parent’s house so my dad can take a look and if there is a problem then I could borrow a car to see me through the next weeks.

We continue our day and I drive to our friends’ house about 10 minutes away. The noise isn’t so obvious but it is certainly still there. I think to myself – its a good job i’m getting this sorted this evening.

When we leave, we jump in the car and say our goodbyes, I want to get home early so that I can make a dent in the 3.5 hour journey to my home town before dark – I wait to turn right from the cul-de-sac onto a busy main road,i give it a bit of welly to slot in, so I am a little closer to the car in front than I would ideally like. We approach the traffic lights and I cautionarily apply the brakes.


In slow motion I see the back of the car in front get closer. I clock a glance of my son’s face in my rearview mirror. I press harder still on the brake. Still nothing. I glance ahead to the oncoming lane and I turn the steering wheel to the right. I say “the brakes arent…” but I never finish the sentence. Cars are coming towards us and I pull the handbrake as I force the brake pedal to the floor and beyond swerving into the opposite lane. Finally we stop. Crisis averted.

The images that flickered through my mind were in sepia and all momentary glances of life. In none of them was I still, but instead a perpetual motion of emotions and feelings.


It happened so quickly – I didn’t stall. I had the wherewithall to realise that I couldnt stop where I was. I talked through what I was doing. Word by word instructions until I roll to a stop click the hazards on and finally breathe.

In. Out.

Of all of the images that presented themselves in my seconds of need, none of them were of money. None were of work. No housework, no schedules, no self-doubt.

There was happiness, weddings, births, hugs, smiles. Family, friends, moments of love and tears of joy.

As shaken as I was – it gave me a whole lot of perspective.

Life is too short.

To coin a phrase – I couldnt help but wonder… why have i been so hard on myself for all of these years?

I have been pondering this very thought in the weeks that have followed, and I still cannot work out why i have this innate need to prove myself in work as a dad and as a man. I damage myself every day trying to prove to others that i am worthy. And even since this life-adjusting event with a moment of clarity to reflect on – I am still holding my life to ransome for the sake of what others think.

My Dad had even asked the question “Son, why are you being so hard on yourself?” and the truth is that i dont know why. It’s like picking away at a scab, only with a scab I will forget about it in a few days – but the impressions I have made mentally are still scarring me decades on.

If a near death experience didnt result in lasting perspective, then what will?!

Its time to put the brakes on self-damage. To take control of my own perception of me and see it differently. I just hope that I am spared the next near-death experience and can instead make lasting changes to support myself.


ThatIsBeyond… World Mental Health Day.

Today is an important day.

World Mental Health Day.

Millions of us struggle, not just today, but everyday with some aspect of our mental health. But many are too afraid or concerned about how talking will affect others, that they suffer in silence and hold the damage inside.

Since my struggles intensified over recent events, I have been working on a project to raise awareness of the struggles that everybody face everyday and so today I thought was the perfect opportunity to share them as a collection of images and musings on the important subject of mental health.

At the end of this post I will be sharing some links to places where you can find help if and when you need it – please talk – share and be there for each other. If 2020 has taught me nothing, it’s that this is a cruel world and it is indiscriminate to whether or not you are a good person. We need every one of you around to help make this world a better place.

Today was a dark day.

Stagnant dark day.
Go away.
Don’t hold my hand and lead me through the daylight on shadowy footsteps.

Let. Me. Be.

You feed me with words and feelings that are not my own. I gag on the toughness of hateful air, and sit mute.

Dark day. Go away.

Let me sit upright – not uptight, looking for a fight. A pressurised canister unexploded but loaded and ready to go.

Dark dark day.
Just go away.

Let me be me. Soon you’ll see that I have been a man receiving signs in a world that aligns and hopefully spitting out unspoken rhymes to get me through this nightmare pain.

Hear me when I say.


Mental health issues are The Beast within us. The worst part though is that words like best can be used as weapons against us – and when they are they can sit dormant inside until we use them to harm ourselves – speak them and get them out of your system. WORDS HURT TOO.

Don’t hold back.

Sometimes we are meaner to ourselves than we would ever let anyone else get away with. It is said that we hurt those closest to us, but that doesn’t account for the damage we do to ourselves everyday.


Say it with me… I am going to do everything in my power to stop the harm that I am doing to myself.

I am a man and I am choosing to speak out now, to save myself later.

Inside my mind.

Sometimes I feel a plethora of emotions that span the entire spectrum. People can be caught off guard because one day I can be gregarious, full of energy and joy, and the next I can take refuge inside my own mind.


Self-inflicted damage is easy to hide – but not from yourself.

Do not suffer in silence. Speak out, seek help.

It will get better.


Self-consciousness can shame you from being your authentic-self and that is no way to live.

We protectors see what others need from us to be their best selves, to support them and ensure that they weather the storms.

Protect yourself too – show self-care and love to the person that you are.

Sometimes. Men. Cry.

It’s ok to not be ok.

Emotions are felt by all. They are not discriminative. Look into the eyes of your loved ones, your friends, your colleagues, your neighbours, the parents in the playground, the people on the street – and smile – connect. That may have been the only thing that got them through the day.

If I can be of help PLEASE do reach out – I am not an expert – but I am here to listen.

Take care of yourselves. Wayne x

The NHS recommends the following steps for helping others:

Top things you can do to help

Express concern and say you can help

Letting someone know you’re worried is a good way to open up a conversation – it shows you care about the person, have time for them and that they do not have to avoid things with you.

Reassure them

The first time someone mentions their worries is a big step. It’s good to recognise this and reassure them. Let them know you’re there to listen when they need to talk.

Offer your time to listen

Listening is an important skill. Ask open questions that start with “how”, “what”, “where” or “when”. This can help people open up.

Act as you usually do together

Do what you usually do – behaving differently can make someone feel more isolated. Do not be afraid to offer kind words and a space to talk, whether by phone, messaging or in person.

Be patient

You will not always know the full story. There may be reasons why they have found it difficult to ask for help. Just being there can be helpful for someone who may want to open up later.

If they do not want support

Gently explore their reasons for not wanting to get support. If they are unsure whether to get help, just talking and listening without judgement could help work out what’s getting in the way.

Do not force it

Do not force someone to talk to you or get help, and do not go to a doctor on their behalf. This may lead to them feeling uncomfortable, with less power and less able to speak for themselves.

Look after yourself

It can be upsetting to hear someone you care about in distress. Be kind to yourself and take some time to relax or do something you enjoy.

Offer practical help

Little acts of kindness – like offering to do the shopping or to go to professional appointments with them – can help. Find out what works for them.

And here are some organisations who may be able to help (for a full list please visit the NHS website HERE


CALM is the Campaign Against Living Miserably, for men aged 15 to 35.

Phone: 0800 58 58 58 (daily, 5pm to midnight)



Promotes the views and needs of people with mental health problems.

Phone: 0300 123 3393 (Monday to Friday, 9am to 6pm)



Emotional support, information and guidance for people affected by mental illness, their families and carers. 

Textcare: comfort and care via text message, sent when the person needs it most:

Peer support forum:


ThatIsBeyond… Covid-19 finding my voice again

Having had somewhat more time in my hands than predicted, I seem to have developed a coping mechanism that sees me through the loop de loops and ups and downs of this COVID coaster.

My life has changed exponentially since lockdown began. It is unrecognisable to me and I am most certainly a different man to the one who started 2020.

Some people take solace in books or Netflix of gardening (the evidence is all over Instagram on that one) but for me, I craved something that was familiar and engaging and worlds where I could escape the monotony and mental exhaustion of lockdown – namely musical theatre!

I gave up on a career in acting many years ago. I wasn’t prepared to make the personal sacrifices it was going to take, and so I left and focussed my career aspirations elsewhere. It was not an easy decision to make, but having a child and the consistency that a regular paycheque would bring, tipped the balance.

Every person needs to make tough decisions in their lifetimes, but for me, I felt that this simple turning point was the one which made its stamp on the man that I would become. But the musical theatre never left me.

I spent a lot of time coming to terms with the loss of music from my life. As time passed my instrument lost its training and I found that my voice contorted. It became a part of me that I could not control as well as I used to – songs and characters left me and if I am honest there was a void to fill which I filled with food. I don’t think I realised it, but I was in a small way grieving for my loss.

Covid-19 has been a monstrous adversary to us all and we may as well write 2020 off, but for all the loss and pain that it has caused, it has brought into my life three things that I am extremely thankful for:

1. I have been able to teach and learn from my son in the six months leading up to him starting at Primary School (and let’s face it that is priceless)

2. I have been forced into some career clarity (some haze as well, but it gets clearer every day)

3. I have found my voice again. It is a journey and challenge, but it is a discovery too. Not rediscovering what used to be there, but a discovery of what this man can create vocally, now! Which in itself is so exciting.

In my opinion the best examples of musical theatre are those tragic tales where words just aren’t enough, they need the music to lift and carry the weight of the story forwards. To name but a few, in my mind, audiences have painted as George Seurat on a hot Sunday and argued with Dot knowing that maybe she’s right and that “We do not belong together”, We have sat on a pier with Kathy knowing that we were breaking her heart and knowing that our actions would destroy the “Last Five Years”, and People have stared down the barrel of a gun with Kim, protecting their son’s with the words “you will not touch him”.

When people say they don’t like Musical Theatre, I already think that what they really mean is that they haven’t seen a show that moves them, but I defy anybody to watch a decent version of Parade, and not shed a tear at the hopelessness of the situation and cruelty of humankind. This true tale is one of the best examples of music that drags the narrative along and the freezes just long enough for us to see the very essence of the characters, who have gone too long without being able to let it out.

So with Parade and Leo Franks on my mind, I set to finding and recording a way into this character and in a way into performing again. This is a song that I had performed in 2011 at Drama School, but had lost confidence in my abilities to emote.

It’s not perfect and it’s not “professional” but it is where I am now. So thank you Covid-19. You have stolen so much from a great many people, myself included, but you have at least re-opened a door that had been closed for many years.


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ThatIsBeyond… “turn the volume up on flat, lifeless hair” with Murdock London

Murdock London is one of the quintessential brands in the modern man’s arsenal. Amazing barbers with a focus on the experience of having a hair cut or shave, but they also offer way more than just a trim!

I have raved for years about their product range. Their fragrances are modern and masculine blends, that smell amazing and leave you feeling upbeat and confident, my absolute fave is the Black Tea cologne. Products can do way more than their function on the surface – and this is a brand that truly knows this, they discover what their clients need from a product and then they design it. It’s as simple as that!

“Turn the volume up on flat, lifeless hair” with Murdock London

I have been so excited for the release of this new haircare product by Murdock London, because as soon as I read the description – I felt that it had been made entirely for me! The Murdock London Sea Salt Volume Mousse*

As a man with somewhat flat hair, I am always looking for a bit of a lift! So I have been on an eternal search for hair care products that volumise my otherwise flat and lifeless mop – and create style and texture that I can be confident with.

Sea salt sprays have already done a reasonable job, the formulation does give lift but for me I have always found it difficult to also achieve a style that is flexible but lasts throughout the day without getting messy… and so this new release from Murdock London has opened a new door to stylish lewks with enough hold to ensure you stay looking sharp throughout the day!

This innovative new product has been created by Murdock’s team of expert barbers, and they packed it with active ingredients including Seaweed Extract (rich in minerals and vitamins to help hair grow stronger)

The Sea Salt Volume Mousse creates thicker-feeling hair and provides a dramatic lift whilst offering the flexibility to create a variety of hairstyles across different hair types, including fine and curly hair.

The new mousse is part of the Murdock Clean Label range– a collection of premium grooming supplies free from Parabens, Phthalates, Sulphates, PEGs and Synthetic Dyes. The latest launch from Murdock is Petroleum and Lanolin free and is also suitable for vegetarians. But don’ take my word for it, you can click the link above to the Murdock London Web page for all of the Clean Label range details.

And what do the in-house experts who developed the product recommend?

‘’Maximise your application with plenty of heat using a hairdryer to create new levels of volume and texture. Use a brush to achieve a polished volume, or ruffle through dry hair with your hands to create a more dishevelled look’’

You can get your hands on Murdock’s Sea Salt Volume Mousse by visiting

And the fantastic news, gentlemen, is still that it’s still available to purchase at a special launch price of £18 (RRP £24).

Either visit or from any of the Murdock London Barbershops.

And whilst you’re there why not tell them that ThatIsBeyond sent you!

Oh and P.S. … they currently have 25% off of their colognes 😍 so if you act quick you can pick up a bargain too!

*please note that this product was gifted for the purpose of review but all opinions are my own.

ThatIsBeyond… Murdock London Sea Salt Volume Mousse


The awaited release of the Murdock London’s sea salt mousse, has all your styling woes solved! Just fine hair can swiftly become FINE HAIR. 😉

An extension to Murdock London’s clean label range – and hot off of the success of their sea salt spray – I have been eagerly awaiting what is promising to be the must-have haircare item for this Summer.

The Sea Salt Mousse promises serious holding power, nutrition for the hair and above all to boost flat and lifeless fine hair and turn up the volume on your hair style.

I need some of this in my life and the wait is over! Available from Tuesday 28th July you too can get your hands on some.

Simply visit:

Now get to the back of the queue!!!


ThatIsBeyond… Mental Health / Mortal Peril

I spend most of my life thinking that mortal peril is surely heading my way. It only takes someone to look a little pale on the tube and I can be led awake days later whilst my brain convinces me that I have an unknown illness which is bound to make me vomit.

I have been through spoken therapies and CBT to manage through particularly tough times, which have included but are not exclusively linked to severe vehicle accidents, my wife’s pregnancy and dealing with a 3 month olds spit up! There is something very degrading about the bodily functions of a baby affecting a father’s mental health. I felt then, that I was somehow less of a man.

I can be pretty cruel to myself.

My work colleagues know that I am not good with sick. I have dealt with severed arteries, broken bones and most things in between, but when it comes to vomit my team rally around me. One time though I had no choice and I realised that the focus and care that I was giving to another person, made me able to cope with what was going on around me and I even slept reasonably well the following night. I had engaged a different part of my brain and somehow felt less affected by the sickness.

This is a skill that I have been using a lot lately. Covid-19, for someone like me, is the realisation of one of my worst nightmares. I was already the person who carried bottles of antibac gel in my pocket but I knew there would need to be more to put my mind at rest.

I put my energy into preparations, batch cooking food, creating lessons for my son, DIY… just to give myself a focus that wasn’t “ there’s an illness out there and it’s out to get me”. It worked for a while and then I realised that there was a lot of coughing going on in my house – wife and son had developed a single symptom which could have meant the dreaded virus. Determined not to break, I engaged that part of my brain that I had used in first aid scenarios and I tried to maintain normality (in front of my son at least) and keep on going. I built a routine of walks – 233 laps of my garden became my 10,000 steps a day, I worked out, I searched online delivery sites endlessly to no avail, and I spent time with my family. Every instinct of self-preservation was telling me to run and hide, but I did everything I could to be tactile and loving however mentally enduring it became. My resolve was constant. Luckily no further symptoms developed and both are right as rain.

I also spent time reconnecting with friends and family and trying to build up their spirits. I like to be needed and focussing on others meant that I wasn’t alone in the mental hell-hole of my own making. I was surprised at how well I was doing. After being furloughed from work I knew i would find it even harder, and it was. But I scraped on through and was finding an even footing again.

Yesterday, I woke up with a genuine sense of foreboding. I don’t mean to sound dramatic but I knew it would be bad. I usually get a warning ahead of a bad day and on Friday night I had told my wife that I was feeling overwhelmingly lonely (this is usually how it starts). With that feeling came a worthlessness and mental exhaustion which I can’t even describe. After climbing up the stairs with zero energy i realised that I had left my phone charger downstairs and this almost broke me.

So when I woke up I wasn’t surprised to find that I could barely move, it took 15 minutes to make contact with my newly charged phone and check the time. I could hear movement downstairs, porridge being slurped and cupboard doors being opened and closed. I made a list of things I had to do:

Brush my teeth

Have a shower

Get dressed

Skincare regime

Make coffee

Apologise for sleeping in

The only thing I achieved in the next hour was boiling the water for the coffee and the apology…so naturally I mentally harmed myself – I told myself that I am useless, that I look terrible and that I am selfish. Tears well up, but I know if I cry, my son will ask why, then I’ll feel worse.

I can’t really remember what happened for the rest of the day – I tried to nap, played a games console for a few minutes and then put away some washing. When my son woke up I left my wife sleeping and brought him downstairs to play, but I could not move or engage with him very well.

I started to cry.

I called mum and dad because I didn’t know what else to do. They got me through, with my mums care and lightness of conversation, and dad’s empathy and belief in the man that I am – even when he’s sees value in the qualities that I see as weakness.

I didn’t want to get to this place and I had tried really hard not to, but you can’t be in control all of the time. Emetophobia is a daily struggle that I deal with and times could not be harder than they are right now.

I am the luckiest man in the world. I have an amazing and supportive family, I know how these things start with me and I know they rarely last for a long time. But aside from those things I am not afraid to open up and share how I am feeling. And knowing that makes all of this a lot easier to deal with.

So can I ask just two things of anyone reading this?

1. Please stay home. Don’t bend the rules – just stick to them as they are intended. Please make sure that your young people are doing the same – they may not understand why it is so important to do so.

2. Mental health issues affect many, many people. It is not discriminative. It affects any gender, any sexual preference, your average joe, to the rich and famous. Please show some care and understanding to others and make sure you talk about how you feel. You do not need to suffer in silence.

I think that sometimes the older generations had it right. If you don’t have anything nice to say, then you should probably refrain from saying it. Or as I have often said:

Just because you have an opinion (which you are 100% entitled to) doesn’t mean you have to shout it from the rooftops!

I hope you are all well and staying safe. This won’t be forever.

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ThatIsBeyond… My Fitness Journey (part 1)

In many ways 2019 had not been my best year. Don’t get me wrong there have been some amazing highlights, there is no doubt about that, but there has also been a lot that I would rather forget!

One thing that changed drastically for me, was a perception of who I was and who I wanted to be. 2019 was when I started to prioritise my health (mental and physical) and began a lone journey to feel better about who I am. The problem was I made small strides in the right direction, but I didn’t have the expertise to know how to achieve, what I wanted to achieve!

I bought a gym membership in the hope that paying for the gym would make me go more regularly (and it did for a bit) but work got in the way – heavy schedules unusual hours and before I knew it, I was attending only every now and then.

Gyms are not always the friendliest of places. I’m quite shy in new surroundings and found the bravado of other gym goers combined with my lack of knowledge pretty intimidating.

With all of that in mind and a determination to lose some weight and build some muscle (eventually) I knew I had to find a way to make the gym less scary and to make sure that I attended regularly, and more importantly that I was getting the most out of the time that I was in the gym.

In November I approached Tom at TPM fitness. (Full disclosure – he’s the boyfriend of a friend of mine whom I haven’t seen for years!) I had never met Tom, but knew of him via social media – and contacted my friend to see if there was anything that he might be able to do to help.

With Tom based in Wolverhampton and me in Kent personal training sessions in the conventional sense were never going to work, so instead I embarked on what I will call “online training” for want of a better phrase!

The first thing to say is that Tom is a top bloke. He listens, and was someone I could instantly open up to. I have a history with food, and we ain’t always BFFs – and I can also become obsessed with things like weighing myself or overdoing things to the point where my body is at breaking point. I also stressed to Tom that whilst my fitness journey would no doubt impact on my family life, I wanted to make sure that it wasn’t cutting too much into the quality time I spend with my wife and son… a pretty tall order.

With all of this in mind, Tom worked out a program for me and the hard work began. I spent two weeks in the US with little access to a gym, he adapted my training to be able to complete it at home and therefore my fitness journey continued.

So how does it work? I hear you ask!

Well it’s simple really

⁃ weekly check ins (mostly done by email but sometimes via Skype)

⁃ Calorie counting (made easy with a handy App)

⁃ Gym sessions (all planned by Tom for you to achieve your personal goals)

⁃ Monitoring steps

⁃ Disclose weight/ measurements once a week

What I think I great, is that Tom sets my parameters with his experience and knowledge, but I take responsibility for achieving my goals. If I want that mars bar (king size obvs) then I know that the consequence is I might not hit my goal that day – which in turn could pause my progress, but sometimes you just NEED a Mars Bar and that is my choice to make!

When I check in with Tom, there is definitely a certain amount of accountability and in a sense I don’t want to let him down, but really it’s about focussing on my goals and how I can achieve them. This process seems to be working for me and the Library of exercises with handy pointers on how to complete each exercise is fantastic. I have found that the bigger the weight the more my form weakens so it’s good to return to the bite-sized videos to remember how to achieve the best form.

If you want to look into this for yourself feel free to contact Tom via his Instagram



Or his website:

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This post HAS NOT been sponsored by TPM Health and Fitness – my work with Tom has been paid for, by me, at his Standard rate.

ThatIsBeyond… Summer starts with Havaianas

For me, summer hasn’t arrived until my Havaianas are planted firmly on my feet!

It’s part of the summer preparations – switching my beer for a gin and tonic! Shorts seem ever more appropriate for any occasion and I start being drawn to online shopping for new Havaianas!

Since my first pair was bought for me as a thank you gift, I haven’t looked back – the reason is, that no other pair has lived up to the quality (and style) of my Havaianas.

This year I am especially excited because I now have some sliders! They seem to be all the rage at the moment and so I had to get involved! With the recent heatwave, they also became as close to a necessity as summer footwear can ever be!

They are comfortable, stylish and bring that Brazilian flavour which is bang on trend! This is proper footwear for that beach lifestyle that we all crave when summer finally comes and if you are going to wear flip flops or sliders, then you might as well wear the best quality ones.

Now If only they could harness the Brazilian rhythm and put it into my feet – then we would be 100% there!

Click Here to check out what Havaianas have on offer for this summer of sun!!!