I’ve been up and down the last couple of weeks due to a family bereavement and dealing with life as sadly; my granddad passed away.

I’m not good with change, and I’m still trying to settle in and adjust to being in a new area after undergoing a dramatic life change.

I’m miles away from the spa I once attended daily, HIIT classes which I attended twice a week, the club where I do Muay Thai, and from my mates.

A few weeks ago, I decided to take my mate to The thermal Bath Spa which was random and exciting.

I purchased the tickets before Christmas for both our birthdays as her birthday was just before Christmas and mine were three weeks after.

So we decided to go as her son was away and we both needed to get away.

After the spa week, I felt tired and ill so took a whole week of Muay Thai training but felt extremely low and it’s been hard on my fitness going back.

I’ve also been running for the first time since last summer.

I’m getting used to running in a new area and have started running a few miles and walking a few to try and boost my metabolism.

This week has been extra hard as not only have I returned to Muay Thai, I’m also coming to terms with a family bereavement.

The shock of my grandad’s death has been so weird. Yes, he was 91 and if someone else tells me “It was a good age” I swear I could swing for them!

He wasn’t even very nice most of the time, and he would call people names, but I remember when he was kind and that was back when Gran was alive.

Gran kept him at bay and kept the family together. Sadly, when she passed almost 10-years ago, my Grandad was horrible to most of the family.

I remember when we used to go on trips in his VW Camper Van to Godrevy or Perranporth beach, and he would get ice cream from the Ice Cream van and get his binoculars and look out to sea.

Or we would go for a picnic on Perranporth beach and make cups of tea in the van.

I’ve also been reminiscing about the time he took me to my first ever football match, Reading Vs Windsor-Eton.

He took two of my younger cousins and me to a nearby game.

He once had the opportunity to enter his van into a car competition in Wadebridge.

Still, he didn’t think he would win, so he didn’t bother, but I remember how proud he was to have the opportunity to enter the show and enjoy socialising in the sunshine wearing his VW cap.

RIP Grandad!