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Everything me and my life.

The wardrobe I desire.

You may be aware that I am currently doing a Whole 30 detox/cleanse. I know what you’re thinking – oh, really Bron? You shove it down our throat in every Instagram snap and every other blog post. I know, I apologise. But I’m just so happy about it and proud of myself that I’m going to keep shoving it down your throat until you run away or join the craze and sip lemon and mint water with me all day long.

Part of my Whole 30 goal is to lose weight, don’t get me wrong, I am loving the other benefits, but for me weight loss is the biggest factor. I currently weigh more than I ever have and I absolutely hate it. I’ve dieted a lot in my life and been up and down, at my lightest I was 30kgs (4 stone, 10lbs) less than my weight now, I was healthy. Just because I’m overweight doesn’t mean I don’t know what a healthy lifestyle is. When people start barking off weight loss advice; “just drink water, lower your sugar and fat intake and add more exercise” I just want to punch them. I know what I should do, it’s just actually bloody doing it. Because at the end of a week, a glass of wine and a cheesy pasta are so damn appealing.

Anywho, as part of my determination and end goal, I want to kit myself out with a whole new wardrobe. But this can’t happen until I am out of my ‘fat sizes’ and back into my healthy range. I have started saving clothing items and outfits as inspiration. This morning on my way to work I walked passed an M&S window display with a mannequin in skinny cut grey jeans, a simple, loose black tee, a collared, burnt orange coat and black ankle boots. That outfit for me was perfection. So much so, I nearly walked into the window.

Below are some of my top favourite fashion wants. You’ll notice that jeans appear quite often, this is because I don’t really wear them now. The struggle that comes with trying to squeeze my porky ass into the tight sausage-like casings just isn’t worth the effort.

An intimate singalong with Justin Timberlake and 2,348 others

My other half spoiled me with tickets to see Justin Timberlake for the third time, but this time in a small venue of 2,350. There were some diehard fans who lined up for hours just to be at the front, and one girl was rewarded with a selfie taken by JT on her phone.

He was an hour late to start his performance but claimed it was due to traffic and he wanted to wait for everyone to arrive. I love Anna Kendrick, but I somehow feel she was the late one whom Justin was waiting on.

He was amazing, as he always is live. He sang some oldies (Sexyback) and some newbies (Mirrors) and I loved every minute. I also love his band, The Tennessee Kids – they have some serious talent.

Overall he was worth the wait and we enjoyed a good boogie. I will never tire of seeing him live.

 

 

Today hurt, but it was superb

You may be aware that I started my new role in Group Audit (not an auditor, Business Manager) three weeks ago for a global investment bank. I used to work for the same bank, but in a consultancy capacity, in that the company I worked for provided recruitment services to the bank. So I technically worked for that company, not the bank, even though I sat onsite and had the bank’s logins and email address.

Now working for the bank has it’s perks; not only do I get a lot of croissants, but I also get to get involved with Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) events. Today I attended my first CSR event, to re-build, maintain and generally improve a community playground. Being an office worker I very rarely get my hands dirty – so this was a great experience to get out and do some physical work. I put my hand up for the gardening crew, this involved digging holes for plants, planting, wheelbarrowing mulch, lifting and moving heavy logs and raking said mulch into place. It was wonderful to spend time with 28 of my colleagues outside of the office, mingling and having a laugh – it definitely showed another side to the auditors I see everyday.

Now at the end of the day I feel absolutely shattered and my arms feel like jelly. But really, I feel fantastic – that sense of achievement looking at what we achieved in the playground makes me feel good for spending a day improving something that kids who may not be too well off get to enjoy. It cost me nothing, just a day and the use of my non-existent muscles. Coming home to a hot shower and a chilled beer was immense pleasure. I will definitely be signing up for the next CSR day, no matter what it entails.

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Pablo Picasso

In a bid to gain a few more “culture cells” in my body, on the weekend the man and I went to check out a pop up art gallery just down the road from us in Greenwich village. In the last year or so I have gained an interest in art, and the collecting of pieces. Whether they be paintings, prints or sculptures I’m keen to get on board with collecting pieces that make me happy.

We checked out the Fine Art Gallery housing oil paintings by the Royal Institute of Oil Painters. We were especially interested as all of the paintings featured landscapes and scenes from around Greenwich – where we live and first met. We’ve always said we’d love to buy a painting/print to take to New Zealand one day that encompasses where we found each other and lived in London. Triple cheese, I know.

While I enjoyed a lot of the paintings, sadly I didn’t love any. I’m a firm believer in falling in love with a piece of artwork, no matter the price, as you’re likely going to have to look at the damn thing every day – much the same as picking a partner. If on first sight one thing really annoys you about the painting (or your partner), it never going to improve! It’s always going to be that lemon in an open cut or tiny stone in your shoe that pisses you off. We will keep hunting, we’re only new at this, so really should see as many pieces as possible before plunging our house deposit into an art collection (my other half is far too sensible and would never let me do this).

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Feature painting source.