I’m back. Expect more posts, more travel, and more of The Fly Away American in your life.

But first, I feel like I owe you an explanation.

Last year, I was feeling rundown. Low on energy. Every aspect of my life was beginning to feel like work – pulling in opposite directions so that I constantly felt… exhausted.

After returning back to the UK in January from my trip home to America, I realized I needed a massive change. I was tired of feeling tired. I was over feeling hungover. My love of food and booze had become a burden to my health, and it wasn’t fun anymore.

You know, I have always pushed myself. I’ve never set limitations on what I am capable of – physical or otherwise. I climbed Meesapulimala, a 9,000 ft. peak in India. I walked/cycled/kayaked the Scottish Highlands coast to coast. Never have I turned down the opportunity to do something amazing. But to be honest, these endeavours were always harder than they needed to be.

So, back in January I made a decision. I was done. I stopped drinking. I started eating non-processed, whole foods – 100% of the time. I began working out. Every day. I fully committed to putting my health first. My future became my number one priority, because you know what? I’m turning thirty years old this summer, and that future was starting to feel pretty bleak.

There have been many, many things that have fallen by the wayside in order for me to prioritize me. I stopped writing, I avoided hanging out with my friends (I love them, but they are all foodies and fellow beer lovers!) , and I cut down on travelling.

But for the first time in my life it was clear. I have tried so hard at making the most of every moment, every opportunity to see something new and beautiful in this world – but I failed to give myself the same courtesy.

It hasn’t been easy. Oh, how I’ve struggled – but I’ve also never been so focused and so determined to accomplish something in my life.

Tomorrow I am off with The Dutchman and Kid to Norway, one of my favourite places on the planet. We have some epic hikes planned, and for the first time, in a very long time, my purpled face and out-of-breath former self is no longer a concern.

I’m now just shy of fifty pounds lost. FIFTY POUNDS. 23 kilos. Over 3.5 stone. Gone. Forever.

And I feel it.

I feel energized. I feel happier. I feel more excited about my future than I have in a long time.

I thought you should know that I didn’t just give up and turn my back on this blog. This community. But, I needed the time to become better, stronger, and more focused on what truly matters.

I still have a way to go, but I am healthy. I am happy. I am putting myself before my bucket list. But I feel strong enough to get back to the things I love now. I have so many stories to share with you guys. I have some super exciting destinations ahead this summer, and I hope you’ll join me along the way.

So here’s to a new beginning for me, and a new beginning for The Fly Away American.