25/01/2026
This post has nothing to do with weight loss.
It has everything to do with wellness.
I’m 46 years old and I’ve spent most of my life in the ocean.
Sometimes once a day. Sometimes two or three times a day.
Swimming, floating, grounding myself. That’s where my head clears. That’s where I feel well.
Right now, I’m petrified to even step foot in the water.
And that fear isn’t just about sharks.
It’s affecting my nervous system, my mindset, my sense of calm.
Feeling safe is part of wellness. Always has been for me.
With multiple fatal shark attacks in just 48 hours, I think we need to be allowed to have a real conversation without being shouted down.
Yes, we are in their domain.
Yes, the ocean is their home.
That doesn’t mean human lives should be dismissed or minimised.
So what should be done?
I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but I do have questions:
Why is it considered outrageous to ask whether targeted action could prevent more deaths?
How many lives does it take before intervention is allowed to even be discussed?
Why does the conversation jump straight from “do nothing” to “you hate sharks”?
This isn’t about revenge.
It’s about balance.
It’s about safety.
It’s about mental wellbeing, not just statistics.
I care deeply about nature. I always have.
But I also care about people being able to live, swim, and exist without constant fear.
Wellness is more than food.
More than weight.
More than what’s on your plate.
For me, wellness has always included the ocean.
Right now, that’s been taken away.
And I think we’re allowed to talk about that.
