Last night tucked up in bed, Phil tells me he’s been looking at tickets for the Royal Marines Band performing at the Royal Albert Hall and that we should go AGAIN. He loves these guys – the drummers. No idea what his fascination with them is – but they’re his thing. We’ve been twice, that’s enough for me – they’re no Adele.
Then he insulted my nether regions…
When I did my first Whole 30 I remember my biggest question was “but what do you eat?!“. I’ve compiled my eats for the first week of my third Whole 30. Yeah, third time. How many times does it take to make one a Whole 30 addict? I think five times.
Read on for photos of food (because in 2017, this is all we take photos of), recipes and my thoughts on the days as they progress.
This was my outfit description I gave to my good friend, Eileen, on my way to meet her for our Saturday of adventure. We had booked brunch and a free meditation class that Eileen had heard about from Lululemon, so the plan was to rock some casual yoga pants and black trainers, with a top, scarf, coat and shades for a hint of celeb style. If you’ve been reading up about Meghan and Prince Harry – you’ll notice the paps seem to only get her when she’s in her yoga pants on the way to a class.
In October I asked a few questions around beauty myths and found the answers. It’s time for another round of such questions. If you’ve got a question for future posts – let me know. Let’s all learn together.
This time we look at spot squeezing, hair washing, homemade versus store bought face masks, and teeth whitening – because we all know those teeth whitening toothpastes do jack shit.
After our Christmas jaunt to Chorley, Phil and I were back down to London for two nights (and one sodding day at work) before starting our journey to Salzburg, via Munich on December 29th, where already 12 of our friends were preparing for New Years celebrations. We went via Munich because it worked out half the cost, in hindsight the extra hours and hassle with trains probably outweigh the cost we saved – but that’s the best thing about hindsight, it’s always too late.
While reading a book of Maria Semple’s (who is fast becoming my favourite author. Ever.) she brought up the phenomenon of the Helpless Traveller. I love this. Because it’s me all over. The concept of the Helpless Traveller is when you are travelling with someone who is confident, organised and decisive, they are competent, while you, flounder at every turn. Helpless and complaining of sore feet, having no input to decision making and being as melodramatic as possible. “Just feed me, I’m starving and my stomach is starting to absorb my other organs from hunger.”