I am a stress head, descended from a long line of people with short fuses and slightly elevated blood pressure who “work well under pressure”. I like to let off steam with wine, chocolate and extremely sweaty forms of exercise that are good for channeling rage (pounding the pavements for miles while listening to angry women singing songs about bad breakups, for example).
Though my long-suffering loved ones might beg to differ, I think it works for me. As a 45 year old woman, however, the wellness industry wants my money. I drop as much cash on collagen supplements as the next midlife cliché in Sweaty Betty leggings, but I baulk when friends…
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