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Wadi Ta’ab – The Extreme Wadi


From one adventure to the next, the season is here and I’m still on a mission to seek out the incredible things that Oman has to offer and to keep pushing my own limits.

After hearing wild tales of Wadi Ta’ab this has been on my adventure list for a long time. With my brother arriving in town I rounded up a couple of friends, Sarah and Lauren, and managed to get us places on the ever popular trips with Wadi Adventure.

The 3.15am alarm call certainly wasn’t ideal but sometimes you have to sacrifice a little sleep to have the time of your life.

Wherever we go, we like to bring the energy and in the middle of all those rocks you will find us, the crazy ones.

After all, we only get one shot at this life. Why waste it doing things that don’t light up the fire inside us?!

When I had heard previous tales about Ta’ab I knew of people freezing with terror as they are faced with the huge 45m abseil into the rocky bowl below. If you freeze or freak out there isn’t much else to do but gain your composure and get that sh*t done because there isn’t any way back…

Abseiling 45m over the side of a cliff is no joke. Like seriously, it’s terrifying.

Thankfully I had the calming influence of Asim to reassure me that he wouldn’t let me die. Or at least “I’ll try not to”, it was better than nothing. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking and I had already had to go and pee behind a boulder to get that over with just incase I peed in fear. You might think I’m joking but I’m not, this was a lot of trust to put in someone and in the equipment.

As I lined myself up on the cliff edge and leaned my body backwards to assume the position of the abseil I agreed with Asim “No one has to die today” and he laughed. He looked calm & confident which reassured me a little more.

Because I like to punish myself, I took a quick peek behind me as I began to repel down the cliff edge. Dammit. I wish I hadn’t done that. This was high!

As I got into the rhythm of the descent I became more comfortable in what I was doing and the fear became less and less. Thankfully the hand shaking became less too. It was magical. I felt like a badass adventurer that totally had her sh*t together. That’s pretty much one of my favourite feelings because it doesn’t happen often, so I had to document it. Taking my GoPro from inside my lifejacket I halted my ropes and posed for a selfie half way down.

Look at that smile! 50% – Delighted! 35% – Total fear and 15% – This selfie better work!

I don’t know how to describe that achievement other than AMAZING!

After the main 45m abseil was completed, every subsequent abseil felt like a breeze. It was enjoyable and I found that I was daring myself to be faster on the descent and more competent. When you enjoy what you are doing you then have the ability to take the opportunity to enjoy the views and appreciate the location. It was gob smacking at how beautiful and amazing this place is.

Well, it feels super beautiful until your day dream is interrupted by having to squeeze your butt into a small space in the rock and wriggle your body down inside the cavern as a river flows in on top of you. This is a good test claustrophobia levels! Ahhh the things we do for fun!


Life at 100 mph finally catches up with me and amongst all the abseils and safety checks I was found curled up and grabbing a quick power nap on a rocky ledge. By this point the exhaustion level was very real!!

We continued to perservere through the massive rocky caves & boulder fields jumping in and out of water pools, some impossibly deep and some that felt impossibly long as we swam through them. The November chill and little direct sunlight making it’s way past the high valley walls, the water was extremely cold to jump into time and time again as we progressed through the Wadi.

Now for the part that would break most people…. And the reason I don’t have any pictures of this section was because I needed to have full concentration with a 350m vertical free climb up the wadi walls. Again, Im not joking. A 350 METER VERTICAL FREE CLIMB. This requires endurance, strength, calm attitude and concentration.

In some sections we perched our bodies tight against the rock with our toes balanced on a narrow rock ledge and our fingers grabbing a hand hold certainly no bigger than a iPhone. It’s easy to type now but after hours on the move and being dunked in frozen water  again and again we were feeling pretty drained.

This is not a challenge for the weak and unfit.

After a strenuous 9 hours in the Wadi, and said to be one of the fastest group times they have ever had on this route, we were exhausted and relieved to reach the village and the finishing point.

The “What the heck just happened?!” look on my face explains it all.

My summary of the trip may sound horrible, it wasn’t, but that is the real story of what goes into these trips and what is behind the smiling selfies on rocky ledges.

Ta’ab was wild and exhausting and every kind of wonderful I could have imagined it to be. It was worth every single rial spent and the struggle of that horribly early wake up call.

I frikkin’ LOVED it!

The Safety Part: If you are heading into locations like this then PLEASE go with an experienced guide – This is not a Wadi you can just turn up at on your own. This is serious stuff where ropes, harnesses and experience is essential. I highly recommend the Wadi Adventure team on this trip. Asim & Ahmed were amazing from start to finish keeping us all safe and calm on a new experience.

Want to see more of my day to day life? Find me on Instagram.


Have a great day,


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Hiking the Al Amerat Hill


If you have ever been to Muscat, the chances are you have seen the Al Amerat road as it snakes up the high mountain above. It’s a daily commuter route for hundreds but I’m certain not many people look at this route and imagine what it looks like from the top.

Sometimes you have to go off the beaten track to find the beauty in life.

I first blogged about this route back in 2016, read here, and recently I have been back here a few more times for fitness and bringing people to see the world from my point of view.

This week I took a group of ladies, and my trusty dog Luna, to this location for some great exercise and an excuse to be outdoors. What isn’t awesome about that?

This is the kind of mission where you have to use your brain & initiative – There is no actual route to follow, no mapped out path and no safety measures – the mission is just to climb to the highest point possible and enjoy the stunning views.

On this particular day the cloud was a welcome barrier from the harsh sunshine but on a clear day to view over the city is spectacular. It also allows you to spot your favourite landmarks like The Grand Mosque and Fahal Island.

Doesn’t it look intriguing? If you are in good health and ready to explore I would advise checking this one out.

Want to try it for yourself?:

When driving from Muscat up the hill towards Amerat there is a parking area half way up the hill on your right side. Pay attention because its a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ kind of thing.

This Google link will take you to the place where you can park your car:

Get out your car, walk to the large Oman flag blowing in the wind, turn around and look at the high peaks behind you. Start walking uphill & best of luck.

The terrain is extremely loose and dangerous so I would advise to wear proper shoes & take it slowly. If you are in decent fitness it will take you around 1 hour & 15 mins each way.

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The World’s Most Dangerous Airport


Perched precariously on the edge of a mountain cliff side, I recently flew from the World’s most dangerous airport and survived to tell the tale. Phew!

Despite the short flight time of just 40 minutes from Kathmandu, the capital city of Nepal, to reach the modest mountain dwelling of Lukla – this is not your average plane journey. Lukla airport has the hefty reputation of  being the world’s most dangerous airport!

There isn’t any luxury service on board the 18 seater plane

You cannot pinpoint one particular reason why it has earned this fearsome title. It is a combination of many small things from the changeable weather conditions to the airport set up. All factors combined it strikes fear into even the toughest of travellers.

The town of Lukla is the starting point to many spectacular hikes and adventures in the region including the Mount Everest Base camp and the Annapurna circuit, this tiny little mountain hub is almost essential for all visitors during the Nepalese trekking seasons.

Nestled into the mountain side at almost 9,500 feet above sea level, it’s not your typical runway.

Built back in the 1960’s by the famous mountaineer and Everest legend, Sir Edmund Hillary, there isn’t much wiggle room for error with a runway measuring just 1,729 feet long. Barely enough length for a plane to gain elevation, it also helps that the runway is built on a downward slope; this means that your plane starts the engine and you almost swoop off the edge like a children’s slide.

With 2,000 feet of sheer mountain drop below, it’s sure to get even the bravest of travellers’ stomachs in a vice.

With pilots flying on expert skill without any visual aid, this is definitely not your average airport.

The majority of flights fly between 6am and midday due to more stable weather patterns in the turbulent mountain air. What the tour guides don’t tell you is that flights are almost always fully booked and if you aren’t lucky enough to get a seat on one of the prized morning flights then you can guess that you may have to wait until the following day to fly… or perhaps the day after that as we soon learnt.

Sitting waiting in the airport with no visual screens for information or any direction from the airport ground staff it can be a frustrating wait in this extremely basic airport. Think so basic that the window frames don’t have any glass and there isn’t even a tannoy for information.

Let me give you some advice after we were stuck there for 2 days: Expect to spend at least a few hours here. Bring something warm to wear & sit on – those plastic chairs are cold on your tush which you have already dragged up a mountain and back down! You will need plenty of snacks to keep you going as the only food place sells Pringles. To curb the boredom bring a book, crossword or pass the time by saying your prayers before you swoop off the end of the runway.

Sounds crazy, right?! What if you don’t fancy your chances of flying at the world’s most dangerous airport? You are limited to just two choices.

(1) You can take an 11-hour bus ride from Kathmandu to the town of Jiri and endure the 5-day-up-hill hike to reach Lukla.

(2) Perhaps dig deep in your pockets for a few more hundred dollars to pay for a private helicopter transfer.


The relief of landing safely in Lukla airport after a VERY bumpy ride!

Despite all of this, the novelty and anticipation of flying from Lukla airport is all part of the adventure of visiting the region. Surrounded by dramatic mountains, goats roaming the runway to keep the surrounding grass in order, and the buzz of excited travellers, there is something incredibly endearing about this mountainside wonder.


Stay tuned for the full Everest story coming soon!

Heather x

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The Injury | From Spartan to Sofa


From oceans to mountains, I love to be outdoors trying new challenges and getting the adrenaline pumping through my veins, usually with a GoPro in my hand and devilish smile on my face.

I’m no stranger to cuts, bumps and scratches. My body is often a patchwork of different bruise colors but I wear these with pride. It’s not a badass adventure without a few near miss stories, right?!

It was inevitable that my stunts would catch up with me at some point. I know, I know. You all warned me and I didn’t listen – Stubborn fool that I am.

It happened on November 24th. My brother and I were taking part in the Spartan Super Race, a 15km long obstacle course full of jumping from 6 foot walls, running steep mountain descents on loose ground, bucket carries so heavy that feel like your biceps might rip, seemingly endless sand crawls under barbed wire, way too many burpees to count and many more crazy obstacles. The most predictable thing about a Spartan Race is the unpredictability and that is exactly the appeal for many.

I’m a pretty active person of moderate fitness, you’ll see by my Instagram page I’m always trying out new adventures and sports and no stranger to a ridiculous challenge. So last week during the race I pounded out the kilometres in the gruelling heat and approached the final stretch of the race, and only 2 obstacles from completion, you would think that you were home and dry, right? Nope..

I took my position at the Hercules Hoist (A massive metal rig where you use your body weight to pull a rope and raise a large, heavy bag to the pinnacle of the rig and slowly release it without letting it fall) like I have done in two previous Spartan Races, the weight felt incredibly heavy and much worse than usual. I gritted my teeth and hoisted the bag to the top of the rig. To bring it back down, assisted by the gravity pulls it back down to earth, you have to control the speed as the rope burns your hands. Usually I wear gloves for these events but on this day I forgot them – Doh!

As the final two meters of rope slipped through my tired hands I tried to control the bag from thumping to the ground, and a possible burpee penalty, as I jumped to my feet to use my body weight as a counter balance. Just as I planted my feet back on the ground this is when the bad luck struck. My left foot lands in a hole in the ground as I struggle to get my balance my ankle rolls over. The audible crunch was a sure give away that something was wrong! Positive thinking and many deep breaths told me it was just a sprain, “get off your ass and keep powering on” I told myself. The finish line was in sight and so were all my friends cheering me from the end.

The signature finale to any Spartan race is the fire jump right before you cross the finish line. Sounds great when your body is working well but imagine jumping fire with a broken ankle.

Thinking of the pain on landing still makes me want to barf a little.

The medical tent passed it off as little more than a sprain and a rope burn, cleaned up the wound and told me to hop on my way.

Fast forward to today and I’m in a hard cast and hopping through the town on crutches. The ugly image of me sobbing my heart out is probably still ingrained in the doctors head. Honestly, I’m cringing at the thought of the river of tears I cried as he tried to reassure me that it’s a relatively easy healing process, just chill out and rest. Of course, I knew all that but I was convinced I was just being dramatic by going for an X-Ray. I wasn’t mentally prepared for the fact that it might actually be broken!

Anyone that knows me, Resting is just something I can’t do.

So what is an adventure addict to do? This is the tricky part – I can’t swim, wakeboard, climb or run for at least 4 more weeks. I feel like a superhero who has lost their powers.
Trips, plans and work are on hold until I can get my powers back to full strength.

Now the focus is on recalculating, not quitting. The challenge is on to see where a cast and crutches can take me..

Watch this space!

Get comfy & check out my November vlog episode full of the adventures I’ve been up to prior to the injury.

Be safe out there!

Heather x

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Locked Inside The Car


This is the kind of story you read in the newspaper and think “How stupid, How could that happen?” but this really happened to me this week. My child was locked inside the car with the key and I was on the outside.

There’s nothing you can say that I haven’t already beat myself up about but by telling this story I want to warn parents so they can try to avoid making the same mistake.

I’ll start start from the start;

It was the usual wrestle and bribery with my toddler (almost 2 years old) to force him into his car seat. I sat in the drivers side and remembered that I didn’t pack the wet wipes – you don’t take a little boy anywhere without wet wipes!

I get back out of the car and by reflex closed the door behind me and take a step towards the house – CLICK – what was that? Did the doors just lock?! Yes. Oh f*ck.
Spencer is strapped into his car seat, the key is in the ignition with the engine running, my phone is in my handbag which is also inside the car and my husband is out of the country. This is a BIG problem.

I frantically try every single door handle again and again but the car is definitely locked. Again, Oh f*ck.

We only have one key for this car. I had always planned to order another one but every month it just seemed like there are other things to pay for. Major error!

For the first ten minutes locked inside Spencer is fine, The AC is running and he has water and raisins to keep him busy. But that doesn’t solve the problem – I have no phone to call anyone and no one around me to help. I dash into the house to Google ways to break into my own car but my iPad only works on WIFI inside the house and the signal won’t reach to the car outside. Every time I have to leave the car to go inside Spencer is getting more upset as he wants me to stay with him. There are plenty of videos and forums but I don’t have the time or rational thinking to trawl the internet.

As a mother it’s horribly painful to see your child sobbing and calling for you just centimetres away but there is nothing you can do to reach them. After 35 horrible minutes there was only one thing for it… Mummy Bear mode kicks in. I grab the biggest hammer I could find from the tool box. Believe me, This is not a decision I took lightly.

001 Glass on the ground

I have never deliberately smashed my own car window so I’m not familiar with the best techniques – I’m now told to use a hammer and a nail – His car seat was in the front passenger side so my only logic was to chose the rear opposite window side to where he was sitting, smash it an try not to send glass showering over him. It’s not easy to think clearly when he is sobbing his heart out.

I swung the hammer back and with all my might hit it into the glass, there was a massive THUD but not even a single crack on the window. Dammit. These windows are incredibly hard to break!! I had expected it just to shatter but the window film was holding it all together. 3 more big swings until it even cracked.

Luckily no glass had reached Spencer in his seat but the sharp shards came outwards on to me, I had to run back into the house to get a towel and oven mitt to wrap round my hand and arm to get my arm through the hole in the window and unlock the doors to reach him.

001 Window smash

Thankfully Spencer came out of the car completely unharmed from the experience which was around 45 minutes start to finish. There were plenty of tears and cuddles but not a scratch on him.

My poor car…. It turns out I chose to smash the worst window that no one stocks, typical, so I am waiting on a new pane of glass to be delivered. The car isn’t set to lock itself when the door closes so I did not expect that to happen but for some reason this day it did, later that day it did it again so there is a fault somewhere. Technology can be a blessing and a curse.

So the point of the story, sometimes these things happen that we don’t expect. Take precautions with a spare key and don’t close door with your kids/pets in the car. Try not to make the same error as me – It wasn’t ideal but in some ways I was lucky that we were still at home with the engine running so the AC was cooling the car and I had access to a hammer.

This was a lesson learnt – A spare key for the car is cheaper than a new window. Sigh.

Heather x

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Eat, Sleep, Lift, Repeat – Part Three


“I want to lose weight” – The complaint that we all seem to have. But ten weeks into this body transformation I’m wondering why are we so obsessed with weight as a number? Does it even matter?

Before I started this body overhaul I made notes of what I wanted to gain, or lose, from such a serious body commitment. My main one “to lose weight”.
After a couple of weeks of hard training I had lost 2kgs and was feeling excited and encouraged, what I didn’t expect was for the next 5 weeks my weight would then be firmly stuck and not budging a stubborn pound, you could call it “plateau” if you wanted to be fancy about it.

001 Week 10 collage

The thing was my whole body was visually changing, my clothes were looser and my muscles were increasing but no matter how hard I worked out or how ‘clean’ my diet the weight remained exactly the friggin same for 5 whole weeks.

Glaring at this same number on the scale was really getting to me, even though I KNEW it was stupid I was still obsessed with this number. Of course I’m decreasing the fat and increasing the muscle so there must be a balance somewhere but to be the exact same number just sent my crazy body conscious self into a tail spin. All sorts of doubts started to creep in, was I doing enough? How could I push myself harder? Should I go and try and pee AGAIN?

After 5 weeks and just to confuse even more my body just dropped a further 2kgs in two days, it appears my “plateau” is over. Of course this made my mind happier to see a lower number but in reality we really shouldn’t care so much for the sake of a couple of kg’s – but we probably always will – As long as we are healthy and doing the best we can it really shouldn’t matter if the scales aren’t showing us exactly what we want to see.

(If you are late to the party and haven’t read my fitness journey so far you can catch up here with part one and part two )

This is how my body has progressed between Week 1, 5 and 10.

001 coll age b   n

001 Weight loss collage

Most noticeably my stomach fat has decreased, my thighs are much stronger and defined and around the face and neck area is significantly slimmer.

This has not been an easy journey to get to this point but I’ve found it more manageable recently to take it day by day, one meal and one workout at a time. It keeps me focused on each day and it’s not too daunting to think of the punishment the next day may hold.

*This part sounds crazy* I never realised how just how crucial the diet plan would be to loosing the fat. My thinking was if I just moved my ass more then eventually I would burn more calories than I had consumed and it’s all happy, skinny days.
True in theory, but then what I always stumbled on was rewarding myself with food. Had a bad Day? Have a treat and cheer up! Good Day? Have a treat and celebrate! Bored? Have a snack or two! – These rewards were the exact reasons why I would never loose the fat. Every day I’m trying to break that mental connection of treating myself with food.


In my last post I mentioned that we were trying out a Ketogenic diet, soon after the post I stopped this diet. Whilst it can have amazing results for some people it just didn’t respond well to my body and resulted in me losing too much strength for my work outs. It was quickly back on to my ‘clean’ eating plan again and back to full steam ahead.

When it comes to the diet it’s not always easy, especially if you are a food addict like me, Below are a few steps that I try to follow;

– Structure and balance the food that goes into meals – protein, veg, good carbs, fats
– Set your meal times and eat every few hours to keep your energy up
– Plan ahead – If you are busy take your meals with you in tubs or have them waiting in the fridge ready to reheat
– Drink LOTS of water then drink some more

001 Week 9 biceps

Changes to your body don’t have to include expensive gym memberships and personal trainers, you can make changes to your own body every single day by making healthier choices. If you struggle with motivation then try teaming up with a workout buddy or if you struggle with which foods work best for you then the internet is full of amazing suggestions just a few clicks away. Start by dedicating some time and effort to becoming the best version of you.

This weekend I will be taking part in the Horizon Fitness Adventure Challenge here in Muscat. This will hopefully be a great event to take part in and helps to keep me active and away from all my usual weekend vices **Cough cough pizza and cookies**

Every step of my diet and exercise plan is overseen by Coach Yoka at Elite Gym.

Keep your eyes peeled for more updates in the coming weeks,

Heather x

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Cocktail Master Class – Left Bank


Straight up. On the rocks. With a twist – All terminology relating to drinks but do you know what they actually mean? Ermm… Nope.

I would consider myself to be well practised in the fine art of drinking cocktails but when it comes to actually mixing a good cocktail my skills are somewhat lacking.

With the dream of one day being able to serve guests something a little more swanky than a vodka & coke I enrolled myself on a cocktail making master class.

Of course drinks are always more fun with friends so I rounded up a couple of girlfriends and headed down to Left Bank for an evening of chatting, drinking and chatting whilst we drank.

Espresso Martini. Two words that are music to my ears. When I heard that this little beauty would be on the agenda for the evening I just knew we were on to a winner. Lets get started!

001 Espresso Martini start

Ready to teach us his Jedi ways was Left Bank’s bar manager, Alvin, was prepped and ready to begin.

After a tour of the bar and we understood the set up he then progressed to teach us the essential equipment of a good bar and the skills how to use them. With all that new knowledge under our belts it was time to put it into practice.

The contents were measured, muddled and mixed and when it was time I shook that cocktail shaker with all my might. As liquid spilled out and my fingers felt like they were falling victim to frostbite I wondered how bar staff make it look so easy?

Pour the contents into the desired glass, pop in the straws and decorate with chosen garnish and Voila! You have one slightly impressive looking cocktail.

Of course for the sake of research we must sample our creations…

001 Cocktails at Left Bank

001 LB drinks making collage

The drinks just kept coming with every enthusiastic trainee ready to take their turn and attempt their own creation.

001 Cocktail making 1

My drinks weren’t quite as impressive as the Left Bank staff can whip up with ease so I won’t apply for a job just yet. However, Not disappointed by my own efforts I left feeling merry and confident to then create some of my own concoctions at home. And in my book that is a successful evening!

001 LB cocktails collage

If you fancy trying the cocktail making class at Left Bank you can call at 2469 3699 or find them on Facebook.

And on an ending note – Always drink responsibly and NEVER drink and drive.

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Eat, Sleep, Lift, Repeat – Week 5


My muscles ache like they have been hit by a freight train, My body will not allow me to stay awake past 9.30pm and I officially don’t have a social life anymore.

It all sounds pretty lousy, right? Well no, Despite the tough bits from the past few weeks I really feel GREAT! My body feels like it has a purpose, my muscles are doing things I didn’t think I could ever achieve and I love the routine this new lifestyle has given me.

Still I’m a long way from the finishing line and I’m writing this post today as much for me as I am for you, I need this to spur me on to keep me motivated and knowing if it is so public then I can’t let myself fail.
If you haven’t read the first part of my weight lifting and body change journey, click here

The past 5 weeks have really been a real battle. Strangely the training isn’t the hard part… I really enjoy being in the gym, working hard, having a laugh with my Coach – usually he is conjuring up the next plan of how to test my body to it’s limits. For me, the hardest part is sticking to the strict diet.

001 Week 5 delts

I told you that I would be honest in this journey so that includes the negatives, I’ll tell you this first so then we can move on to the positives and be all happy again, yay.

My name is Heather and I am addicted to food.

Gym work is only 20% of how your body will look, the other 80% is your diet. For me this meant a complete diet overhaul. Uhh Ohh.

Whether it is a quick sandwich and crisps on the go, a few chocolate biscuits mid afternoon to dunk in my tea or a pudding in the evenings to unwind – of course there is always a takeaway on the weekends for a ‘treat’ – without even realising it I was on a constant fatty, sugar rollercoaster. It was time to cut the crap.

The first stage was 3 weeks of clean eating to wean my body from its sugar addiction. That was hard enough but now the real negative begins, we were going to try something new – The Ketogenic Diet. Have a look on Google for more info but in a nutshell – see, I’m talking about food again – Your diet is cut to minimum carbs to change the way your body burns fat. Cutting your carbs so low rules out all the fun things in life – No fries, bread, rice, pizza, alcohol, fruit and pretty much no fun at all… **This is not something I would recommend trying without proper diet plan or nutritionist**
Limiting your carbs like this can be a VERY hard adjustment and your body starts to do weird things. Every body is different but in my case the brain fog was the first side effect. Running in a straight line on a treadmill? Not a chance. I simply did not have the coordination to do simple tasks, my speech was jumbled, I was pissed off all the time and I had no patience for people’s sh*t (worse than usual anyway). Thankfully after a week of this torture my body reached ketosis and normal functions returned. The aim was to stay in Ketosis and my body will burn fat stores for fuel instead of carbs.
In the next update I’ll let you know how this diet has worked for me.

001 Week 4 squat picture

This lifestyle is a choice that not everyone understands but that’s cool, I don’t really expect them to. The past few weeks I have cancelled so many social plans due to tiredness, hunger, being grumpy or just because there is too much temptation of food. It’s no fun to meet for dinner and drinks when all I can have is plain chicken and water. Sorry to all my friends, let me know if you want to catch up over a protein shake some time 😛

Looking back on my previous fitness and diet it’s no wonder I was never achieving the results that I dreamed of. Sure I did plenty of cardio with walking, treadmill, hiking and I was physically fit but nothing on my body ever looked sculpted, it always had a softness that never seemed to budge.

This is where the POSITIVE part comes in, that softness is starting to melt. From lifting weights, honing in on specific areas instead of an all over cardio session and really pushing myself past where I thought my limit was now my body is making big changes! Muscles are starting to appear that I didn’t even know I had and choosing an outfit is getting a little less depressing if there are less lumps and bumps to conceal. I’m starting to feel more confident in my own body and proud of what it can do.

001 Week 4 biceps

This is what a typical Keto meal looks like for me; generally foods like fish, chicken, salmon with broccoli and carrots.

001 Keto diet pics

Sticking to the diet requires me to be strict and organised. All my food is weighed in portions, meals have to be eaten on time every 3 hours to keep my energy up – Often I’ll have my plastic tubs of food in my bag with me when I’m out and about. If I let myself get hungry that’s when the unhealthy snacks creep in. I’ve never been so disciplined with food but it’s great having a routine knowing when to eat and what to eat.

Still, I have a long way to go but seeing the progress finally happening and feeling my body getting stronger makes it all worthwhile. Keep your eyes peeled for the next update.

Full fitness and diet overseen by professional coach and nutritionist at Elite Gym Oman.

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What do you want to see?


The summer heat is creeping in and the humidity levels are rising to gross, sweaty levels. This sadly means that I can’t blog much about outdoor activities or fun places to go because, like the rest of you, I will be spending the majority of my summer indoors. Booooo!

Please let me know what kind of blog posts you would like to see over the summer months. Below are some examples;

– Expat Life
– Baby/Toddler things
– What Spencer is up to
– Life in the Duncan House
– Outfit styling
– What I am cooking
– Fitness
– Summer Hibernation

Let me know what floats your boat. You can send me an email by using the ‘contact’ tab, or head to my Facebook by clicking here.


Heather x

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Oman’s Blogging Scene


The blogging scene in Oman is alive and kicking.

There are plenty of us doing our thaaaang and thankfully there is more than enough room for all of us. We are a diverse group of keyboard addicts, gossipers and photographers who all like to tell a different story and find our niche. That is what makes it so interesting.

Many of the previously well known (and also controversial) bloggers have faded away and as we now hear so often “the blogging scene just isn’t what it used to be”, yeah that is because we are trying to stay out of jail, thanks! We keep it clean. Mostly.

So here we are, the best/most interesting/popular/diverse/fun blogs that Oman has to offer at the moment.

(These are in no particular order)

The Duncan Adventures

Muscat Mutterings

How to live like an Omani Princess


Oman Collective Intelligence

Fat Su

Aish elaqtta

Life outside the M25

Jo in Oman

Sew Chic and Unique

Salim Al-Harthy photography

Scottie Hack

Oman Coast

Rummy’s Scriblings

Omani Cusine

Foodishly In Love

Dhofari Gucci

Terence Pereira

Najia Expat Wife

My passion for cooking

Adopt a pet in Oman

Shots and Socks

Thank you to everyone who takes the time and effort to write these blogs to keep us updated and in the loop with what is happening in Oman.

If you spot that I have missed anyone then please drop me a line and I’ll add them in!