It’s Saturday and I’m spending a rare weekend in London. Rare because I’m a country gal, and there’s nothing quite like a fresh, country walk at the weekend to ensure you return to London adequately smug. And rare because although the weekends in London usually begin with good intentions, it doesn’t take long before your bank balance starts to cry and you resort to a Come Dine With Me marathon with Lidl’s own brand chocolate.
This morning I rolled out of bed and tried not to think about last night’s cheese and wine night. Mainly because if you add it all together, I actually consumed more than an entire block of cheese. View Post
I wrote a post about being body positive a year ago when I returned to the UK. I posted it on this blog for roughly 24 hours, then panicked and deleted it. Sharing something so personal to me tends to go against the whole point of this blog. All I really want to do is make people laugh and think ‘yep, that’s definitely me’.
After being back in the UK for 12 months and working every single day to develop a better relationship with body image, food, and the overwhelming desire to shrink myself, I’ve decided this is something that needs to be addressed again. So here is the post, half written a year ago and half written today. Read, enjoy, and please don’t judge me.
I am by no stretch of the imagination, a handstand expert, but thanks to my great trainer (my brother), I can now handstand for a decent length of time pretty consistently, as long as I concentrate and don’t start thinking about food or whether I left the oven on. View Post
It was a bright Sunday in late July that I decided I was going to complete Kayla Itsines’ BBG. I had attempted to run a mile the week before and had to walk after 3 minutes. Whoever tells you that travelling will get you fit is lying. On returning home from my trip, I was possibly the unfittest I’d ever been.
I made the mistake of posting my plans to complete the guide on my Twitter, meaning I couldn’t really bail on day 1, much as I wanted to. Instead, I gritted it out until week 7, long enough so that my tweet had disappeared off the bottom of the page, then burned my workout clothes, threw my yoga mat in the bin and munched my way through a packet of digestives.
One of the many benefits of 30 days of veganism was coming up with new recipes and then forcing the non-vegans to eat them. I came up with this one evening when I realised how much I miss the flavours of Asian food (or just how much I miss Asia in general) so after getting inappropriately full on nachos and sangria on South Bank, we set about whipping up this amazing vegan stir fry. Cue a coconut induced food coma and being forced to spend the evening lying in bed watching Game Of Thrones. Oh and I also realised the person I thought was Stannis is not actually Stannis. Luckily I’m only four seasons in.
This vegan stir fry is cracking and I guarantee you won’t miss meat or cheese at all. OK maybe a little bit. View Post