Meet Rosamund Dean, author, journalist + founder of Well Well Well

Rosamund Dean is a bloody inspirational woman, writer, and mama with her feet firmly on the ground. Her Well Well Well newsletter is about optimising your health in a way that is doable and fun and includes features such as “How to do wellness without being a joyless bore” (we knew you’d like that!).

Previously deputy editor of Grazia, Rosamund has contributed to Vogue, the Telegraph, the Evening Standard, and Women’s Health. She lives in east London, a place brimming with cool independent brands and stores, with her husband Jonathan and their kids Ezra, 8, and Eden, 6.

In 2021, she was diagnosed with breast cancer and documented her journey with a column in the Sunday Times Style. This led her to write her new book, Reconstruction: How to Rebuild Your Life, Body and Mind After a Breast Cancer Diagnosis, which includes everything Rosamund wished she’d been told.

We know how valuable this book will be to so many people. Over the years, we’ve recommended her Insta account and articles to friends and family on their cancer journey who have found her insights practical, relatable, and uplifting. So, if you know someone who needs this resource, grab your copy quickly!

“I’m on a mission to future-proof my body after breast cancer and help you live better for longer. My book, Reconstruction: How to rebuild your life, body and mind after a breast cancer diagnosis, is published later this month.

Having been diagnosed with breast cancer in 2021, I’ve written a book that’s everything I wish I’d been told about treatment, plus how to cope with the fallout: post-surgical issues, PTSD, hormonal symptoms and fear of recurrence. As well as how to rebuild and future-proof yourself afterwards.

I’m now cancer-free 🤞 and launched my newsletter Well Well Well to document my efforts to live better, for longer. I’m also training to be a health coach, so I’ll soon be able to help people sort their lives out one-on-one, which is very exciting!”

Rosamund, author of Reconstruction: How to rebuild your body, mind and life after a breast cancer diagnosis and Founder of Well Well Well.

 

You know you're a parent when...

…We Don’t Talk About Bruno is living rent-free in your brain!

What's your go-to advice in life?

The people that matter don’t mind, and the people that mind don’t matter.

 

What was your dream job as a kid?

TV newsreader. I wanted to be Moira Stewart.

Your go-to places for family fun?

We're so lucky with green walks in our corner of London. I love trudging around Epping Forest, Hollow Ponds, and Walthamstow Wetlands.

What’s on your wishlist?

Top of our wishlist is a piano for the living room; I spend far too much time browsing hampsteadpianos.com. Three-quarters of our family really want a pet (sorry, Jonathan!). The kids would love a dog, but I'm more into a cat. Wild Nutrition supplements are food-grown and give me peace of mind that we're all reaching our nutritional needs. I'm lusting after a chunky gold chain necklace from By Alona.

Tried + tested parenting hacks to share?

My tip for getting kids to eat more healthily is to present them with a plate of chopped veg before meals. They’ll eat it because they’re hungry, and then they’ve had their veg. And I always have a bag of milled seeds from Tesco to sprinkle on the kids' breakfast cereal, pasta dishes, in sandwiches, everything!

Which local brands do you love?

There are so many great local independent brands in Walthamstow. I love:

Your go-to apps + accounts?

I love apps to track my health and use Oura for sleep, Strava for running, Zero for time-restricted eating, Try Dry for drinking, and Calm for meditation. I realise that makes me sound a teeny bit obsessive, so I should add that I rarely do any of those things perfectly!

In terms of Instagram, I like to be educated, inspired, and motivated, so I follow @healthywholeme @gretchenrubin @glucosegoddess @danceboxofficial @adrienne_ldn @sosdanceglobal and @chloebrotheridge.

Biggest parenting fail so far…

When Ezra was a few weeks old, I took him to a baby cinema screening of the Imitation Game. In the climactic final scenes, I felt the rumble of a poo in his nappy but, wanting to see the end of the film, I decided to wait a few minutes before dashing to the baby change. That's what nappies are for, I reasoned. In those crucial few minutes, I realised the warm feeling spreading over my knee was actually wet; his liquid poo had exploded out of his nappy, made its way through his onesie and soaked into my own clothes. I had to walk home with he and I both completely soaked in shit.

Anything else to add before you go?

Everything is a phase!