I feel like I blinked and my birthday week was over. They say time flies as you get older, but this is getting out of control. This year rather than gathering friends together to celebrate me getting closer to 40, I decided I wanted to do summer London activities and not be at work (most important!). Read More
I have become one of those. Yes, one of THOSE. That talks about the gym, their workouts and their food. Phil is doing his best to be supportive but I know inside he is doing major stink eye at me. I literally talk about my aching muscles daily. He’s a saint. A saint that’s screaming, SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN MUSCLES, on the inside. I imagine it’s like living with one of those Crossfit fanatics. Ugh.Read More
For as long as I can remember I’ve been a person who jumps in. Puts my hand up, even when it may not be wanted. Or simply reaches out to help. I don’t know where this has come from – whether I’m overly confident or due to my upbringing of my Mum always telling me I can do anything.
STOP RAMBLING WOMAN AND EXPLAIN.Read More
Do you ever wish you could just pack a bag, a few of your loved ones (not all, we want this to be tranquil) and jump aboard a plane or ship to a small island somewhere in the Caribbean or Mediterranean? Somewhere you could set up a new village, eating only local produce and fish from the sea. Cut off from technology, politics, underground hot-boxes that transport you from A to B (I mean you, London Underground tube), people who piss you off, people who inflate anxiety and stress. SO MUCH. So much one could escape from.Read More
Today is IDAHOT day; International Day against Homophobia, Transphobia & Biphobia. A day that my workplace is 2000% behind. I am happy to work for such a large Bank in an industry that is very old-school in so many ways, but yet is completely inclusive and forward thinking. To mark IDAHOT day, the Bank are globally dressing in purple, having a bake sale of charity, hosting parent and family events, movie sessions, handing out purple candy floss, putting up posters for awareness, having external speakers share their stories and placing photo booths about the globe.Read More
After a fantastic start to the year with my gym month of February, I very quickly slid down the slide of doom back into old habits. I used the excuse of moving house and subsequently cancelling my gym membership for just over six weeks.
Following the six week period of eating and drinking (all the alcohol – even tequila shots were not off limits) everything in sight, and admitting to my recent purchase of a maternity top, I decided it was time to get back on track. Plus, every time I log into ASOS now they show me maternity clothing and it’s goddamn depressing.
It started slow, with Phil even admitting he didn’t think I was going to get back in the zone. But I showed him, and myself. Signing up to my new gym helped get me on track. I also dusted off my MyFitnessPal (MFP) app and started to track my food and exercise so as not to cheat myself and really open my eyes up to those weeks when I think I’m eating super healthy, but am instead scoffing down the odd biscuit here, a bottle of beer there and two mint Magnum’s one afternoon because it was hot. Excuses. We’re basically on a paleo/Whole 30 food plan again, as I find it works best for me – no sluggish feeling. I’m not giving myself “cheat days”, because that’s when I fall off the wagon – it’s more if it’s a special occasion meal, then I can enjoy myself, so long as I’ve been to the gym.
I’m one of those people that loses sight of their goals and plans so quickly. Wave a glass of wine in front of me and all my self-control goes SPRINTING out any window, door or crack within a 100 metres. So I need to keep the focus. I also find that MFP and Instastories keep me accountable. I love sharing. I share too much. Although, so far I’ve only had positive feedback on my sharing! I’ve recently discovered that I can time my gym workout with an episode of Great British Menu, which they show on the telly at the gym. I jump on the treadmill, plug in my earphones and get lost in my food passion.