I wish I had a pound for all the times I’ve been asked “What made you set up your blog?”. I’ve also had one or two who, with a raised eyebrow and a cynical sneer, ask “Why ‘Oh Fabulous Me’? Who do YOU think you are?”

I should start by saying this blog is a two-thought notion in an attempt to answer both questions: ‘Who do I think I am?’ and ‘Why set up a blog about it?’. Join me, as I delve into my thoughts, if only in a bid to explain…

As many women age they become wiser, even more beautiful, due to earning their self-confidence aura… …and some don’t! That’s one of the reasons I decided to start this blog. Has age finally caught up with me, I ponder..? Let me explain: I never had  a hangover until I hit 30 – then they came with a vengeance! Now at 45, some may say I am the wrong side of 40 and middle aged. Utter rubbish! I’m in pretty good shape (despite my current dodgy back) and don’t look or feel that the big 5-0 is approaching as fast as a Japanese bullet train. I may have more fine lines than I used to, but boy, the fun I’ve had earning those stripes! It’s been one heck of a ride to get here but I am proud of the woman I have spent my life sculpting and yet I still have…

For many years now, I have subscribed to the author Paulo Coelho’s school of thought: “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it”.

So, as someone who, for many years has incorporated exercise and wellbeing into their lives in a bid ‘to be the best of me’, imagine my dismay when the universe has positively halted me in my tracks and dealt me a harsh blow. The moment I am persuaded by others to start my blog and share the journey of my aspiration of being ‘Oh Fabulous Me’ (and hopefully inspiring others to be their most fabulous selves in the process), that myself – or my back, to be more precise – decided to be utterly non-fabulous and sustain an injury. The timing is so utterly impeccable. You couldn’t make this up! So much for the universe’s help!

I recall being very excited on the eve of my 30th birthday when so many of my friends were dreading theirs. The reason? I honestly believed once I hit 30 I would ‘just know it’. All the jumbled up pieces would fall into place. Aging would provide all the answers. I would be welcomed with open-arms into that ‘knowledge-club’ belonging to those confident, self-assured post-20s women, whom I so aspired to be. You know the type – they positively ooze confidence from their very pores!

An older friend scoffed at my naivety, but let me bask in my momentary madness anyway.