Author: Get Set Go Nutrition, Fitness and Wellness

Rediscovering myself

…..I recently retrained in nutrition and weight management. It’s always been something that has interested me.

Years ago i qualified as a nutrition and weight management adviser alongside a level 2 gym instructor qualification aswell as many other courses but my path, as many of you will understand, took me down a completely different route.

Since having rediscovered my identity about 18 months ago and moving back from Spain I decided to rekindle my love of all things health and fitness.

I have a job working as an activity professional in schools delivering lunch clubs, after school clubs and curricular p.e lessons. It’s a job i love and one that has taken me out of my comfort zone and also made me realise this is my comfort zone!

I will share with you all on this blog my stories, my tips, my strategies for dealing with everyday life through not only health and fitness but also how to find yourselves amongst the chaos that is everyday life!

Fitter, Happier, Healthier….. Enjoy xx

I’ll lay where I want…

… Molly is the most intelligent highly disobedient dog I’ve ever owned.

She rules the roost and it doesn’t matter how many times you tell her, she just doesn’t care.

She will make her bed where she feels most comfortable even if she knows she’s not allowed.

She knows she’s done wrong when she gets caught but will still continue to do it anyway.

On the sofa!!

On the bed, my side!!

And again…..

And again!!!

In the sun!!

And again!!

On the sofa …. again

On the bean bag

On the sofa, with encouragement!!!

Actually in her own bed!!!

Tail bone…

….. My little Hunley is a very nervous dog. Everything makes him jump. He always thinks he’s in trouble and he always looks guilty.

One afternoon had come home from work and at the time we ran a sandwich van. There were several things leftover which I brought into the house for someone to eat.

My husband was home and later on that afternoon we were going to look at new premises for another business venture.

Before we went we decided to have some lunch. I chose a tuna and cucumber baguette.

We sat in the lounge and started eating. Hunley laid at my feet and Molly our other dog laid on the rug, watching out of the corner of one eye just incase the baguette managed to make its way on to the floor.

Little did she know what was about to happen!!

Half way through my baguette my mobile rang. This was unusual for this time of day so I leapt to my feet to get to it before it rang off.

Hunley who was dozing at my feet freaked out because I’d moved so fast and as I’d gone to step over him with my plate in my hand he started to run away and completely took my feet out from under me.

I flew up in the air legs above my head and landed, backside first right on top of my baguette!!

I jumped up in absolute instant pain as tears streamed down my face like a 3 year old child.

Hunley shot off as he knew he was the cause, my husband didn’t know whether to console me or laugh at me, although the latter was obviously what happened, and Molly, well her patience had finally paid off and she whisked the half a baguette away with shear delight. I don’t think it even touched the sides.

Needless to say I was in agony for weeks every time I tried to sit down or bend down as my tail bone (coccyx) was so badly bruised and I haven’t been able to look at a tuna baguette since.

Change of direction

So….. i started this blog page with the intention if providing an insight into various eating establishments in the Costa del sol. Seeing as we have sadly ended our journey there and we are back in the U.K I decided to change my plan.

I have 2 dogs, Molly, a labrador/collie cross and Hunley, a Sharpei/collie cross. They provide me with daily enjoyment and annoyment so i thought I would share these moments with my readers.

Molly, pictured above is a loving, needy pet dog whom we have had since she was 8 weeks old. She is a highly intelligent and extremely disobedient dog. She rules the roost.

Hunley, pictured above is the most awesome dog in the world (biased I know) and he has featured in some of my previous blog posts. He is extremely obedient however a complete moron! He is hen pecked by Molly of course.

My blogs regarding my dogs are meant to give you a light hearted in sight into life with them. I will blog individual stories of what they get up to so you can follow their story.

Hope you enjoy following them

Dog Etiquette…..

So I’ve just moved back to the UK to a small village called Meldreth just outside Royston. It’s a nice place, everyone knows everyone.

We have 2 dogs a Labrador/collie cross and a Sharpei/collie cross. The Sharpei is my dog and his name is Hunley.

He is very obedient and hates to be told off. He knows when he’s in the wrong and will spend the day trying to make up for it.

Up the road from us is a wood with a track through to the other side of the village. We have been through it on a few occasions with us dogs and it’s an enjoyable walk.

2 weeks ago I took Hunley alone through the wood and a man was running towards us, we didn’t see the dog as he was behind him but as the dog can round the corner he spotted Hunley and came bounding up to us.

Now Hunley having been hen pecked by my other dog is quite nervous when we are out anyway. He saw the dog and took an instant dislike to him because he was running at us. 

I attempted to pull Hunley out of the way and try to stop him from pulling away from me but he’s quite a strong dog and as he tried to get at this dog who was jumping around my ankles he sank his teeth into my thigh by mistake.

The man,oblivious to what was really going on called his dog repeatedly and apologised because “she should know better than to run up to people” 

Well maybe she should be on a lead then!! One of those things you think you should have said at the time but got caught up in the shear shock of it all!!

We walked off and I realised that my leg hurt. Where Hunley had tried to defend himself he had sunk his teeth into my leg. I lifted my leggings up to find a bloody patch surrounding a hole in my thigh just above my knee. It hurt but I thought It would be just a graze so we carried on towards home.

When we arrived I inspected my leg in more detail to find it was quite deep and bleeding quite a lot. 

Did I need a tetanus??? 

Doctor was closed. Walk in clinic was closed. My only option was A&E!!!

We went into royston and discovered an NHS  flu clinic open , maybe they could advise me. 

Not a chance, they gave an appointment for Monday but said if it was a problem go to A&E. Deep joy!!!!

We went to Tesco bought some antiseptic wipes and some quick healing plasters.

I spent the day on the sofa in quite a lot of pain, envisaging a trip to A&E the following day as the bleeding hadn’t subsided.

Thankfully the bleeding stopped over night and the wound has healed quite nicely.

I thought that would be a one off experience for poor old Hunley. But no our dog walking antics were not over.

This evening, not even 2 weeks later, we we’re out walking in Meldreth just me and him. We walked along the street rather than the woods this time.

We came to the part where we cut through the alley way and come back across the playing field.

On the other side of the road to us, yes the other side!!! An old man was on his driveway and had 2 corgi/yappy dogs off the lead just waiting for him. 

Hunley didn’t see them but they sure spotted us and one of them charged over the road towards us barking. 

“Oh shit”  was the first thing I said, quickly followed by “run Hunley run!!!” 

We ran down the alley way with both dogs now in tow barking at us and trying to get at Hunley. I kept shouting run and he kept turning to see if they were still there.

The old man had no chance of catching them so my only hope was that him shouting at them to come back would work eventually. 

We ran for what seemed like forever. I thought if they caught us they wouldn’t stand a chance against Hunley, especially after the last event we went through.

Eventually the dogs stopped. Hunley and I were safe. The old man shouted “sorry about that!!” 

Well he would have been if Hunley had got them. Where do you stand with that?

I think there should be a law that all dogs should be on a lead while being walked. It’s not fair on the dogs that are kept on a lead at all times to deal with the stress of another dog running over. 

I think dog owners should be more wary of how other dogs react to each other. Not every dog needs a muzzle. But it’s unfair to think that your dog will be ok with another dog.

Thoughts and comments on this situation would be much appreciated.

A sad tale…..

My 8 year old always looks forward to Halloween.

He likes to dress up but not as something too scary, just in case he freaks himself out!!!

We don’t do face paint either, because it means having to wash his face after and water on his face is the end of the world!!!

For the last few years we’ve always been trick or treating with his cousins but now we have moved away.

We are waiting for him to get a school place at the local school so as of yet he hasn’t made any friends. 

He decided he didn’t want to go trick or treating this year as he didn’t know anyone but wanted to dress up at home.

On Halloween he put on his vampire costume and cape and devil horns and filled his bowl with sweets and sat and waited.

We waited and waited and then the doorbell rang.

The dogs went nuts as always, we quickly shoved them in the kitchen and grabbed the sweets. 

We opened to the door to find the Yodel delivery man standing there grinning.

My little vampire was not happy so off he stropped. 

The delivery driver on the other hand was more than happy to take a sweet!!

Again we sat and waited for another couple of hours. I painstakingly tried to explain to Harry how maybe the the children thought the little old lady still lived here and they shouldnt knock just in case they scared her.

This is the worst Halloween of my life

Harry said unhappily. 😭😭😭

Molly, the dog, agreed. She was never one for dressing up.

How not to fish with an 8 year old…..

So…… Our last weekend before leaving Spain, what should we do??

Given that the sun shines here most days, today of all days started out pretty cloudy. That ruled out a day at the beach. Something I could easily have done. Other options included a trip to the skate park, shopping, or just generally getting out of the house. 

Harry, the indecisive 8 year finally decided on a fishing trip 😭😭

Out came the beginners rod set bought earlier in the year with a promise of we’ll go fishing when we can blah blah blah , however I think this must have been its second outing. 

It had been hidden in the top of the wardrobe to stop small children taking each other’s eyes out with the fishing hook and thus forgotten about.

Anyway…. Not wanting to be a party pooper off we all went once the rod had been untangled due to an impatient small boy wanting to fish before we’d left the building.

We needed bait. Mercadona here we come. My husband says just buy a handful of unpeeled small prawns off the fish counter. Off I went only to find large prawns complete with heads and legs were the only option  on both the fish counter and the fresh fish shelves next to it. 

I retreat back to the car where Harry shouts out the window ‘What happened then?’ Like something had gone on!!

‘They only had prawns with heads and legs’ I said. I hadn’t been given an alternative so I gave my husband his wallet and off he went determined to of course prove me wrong.

Whilst waiting in the car Harry and I discussed fish. ‘ Where do Mercadona go fishing’ he asked. 

‘They don’t do the fishing, you see all the boats at sea don’t you?’ I replied. ‘ Yes ‘ he said.

‘They do the fishing and sell them to Mercadona and then we buy them.” I told him.

” Oh , ok so how do they get the fish in the fishfingers then ?” He asked.

As I explained how this happens my husband returned with a pack of frozen prawns. Thank God I hadn’t had a blonde moment and totally missed them on the fish counter.

We were off, finally we reached the preferred fishing destination. Not far from the house. I wondered how long this expedition would last. Probably not long for several reasons.

I was right, we pitched up on a rock that according to Harry looked like a jet ski. We sat while my husband set up the rod. Harry and I attempted to set up the selfie stick. We failed of course as my phone wouldn’t connect with it. 

My husband was setting up the rod whilst moaning that the bait probably wouldn’t stay on the hook because it was frozen. 


An early get out clause me thinks!!!

Prawn one was launched and we sat and waited. ” Lets play eye spy?” Said small boy.

“Really, is there nothing else” I said. 

Eye spy was forgotten about as the reel came back in having lost prawn one.

After a deliberation, as to which would stay on the line, prawn 2 was launched. 

We sat, we watched 2 women collecting shells. We discussed whether we should move as the rock we had climbed over to get to the ‘jet ski’ was getting covered with water.

In came the reel again. Prawn 2 had of course also fallen off.

“This isn’t going to work, I knew this was a mistake” my husband said.


Prawn 3 was the final choice as if this didn’t stay on that was it, game over, fishing trip done. Half an hour killed.

Prawn 3 was launched. We sat and waited. This time we discussed the paddle boarders we could see and how far out they were. “Do you reckon you could get them with the fishing line” said Harry.
” I think they’re a bit far away” I said. “Looks like bloody hard work, I wouldn’t want to be them”

The reel came back in, prawnless, as expected.

“Right that’s it, I’ve had enough” said my husband.

“Thank God” said Harry.
Off we trundle , back to the car. Debating where to go for lunch. Another big decision.