Dear Body, I wrote to you about a year back now. At that time I was finally starting to feel comfortable in my skin, and now twelve months on I thought it was a good time to rewrite you. A year back I’d finally come to terms with the fact you were the body I was given, and I had to embrace it. And these days I am really loving the skin I’m in. As a woman it is common to struggle with body image issues from day dot. Back in high school I really didn’t like you too much Body. I was the first to grow boobs (thanks family genes), my skin wasn’t the best and I didn’t participate in sport because I was too embarrassed to run in front of people. But I just wanted to tell you, I voluntarily took part in a boxing class recently. It was part of a blogger collaboration with four other bloggers, a MMA fight coach, a brilliant photographer and a fashion designer specialising in sports luxe. …
Nearly every day is a multiple cup of coffee day. I wake up, pop the coffee machine on while I shower, scull back a cup of strong black brew before zooming to work and heading straight to the coffee shop. And one hour later I’m back again for number three.
There is nothing wrong with treating yourself, and that is precisely what E and I did when we visited the beach capital of Vietnam, Nha Trang. A short bus trip down the mountain from Dalat (read about my experience here) and nothing like the craziness of Ho Chi Minh City (my thoughts here), the small city was a piece of luxe paradise. So why not make the most of it? When in Rome they say.
When was the last time you did something you were afraid of? I took the plunge yesterday and conquered a bit of a fear I’ve had for a long time – I took myself out for breakfast.
You may have noticed I’ve jumped on the juice cleanse bandwagon as of late. I know I know, I’m a bit behind in the times, but I’ve never been one to follow the crowds. I love doing things in my own time and in this case, when it suited my body and health needs.
Whilst I didn’t really over indulge on Christmas goodies over the festive period the last few weeks of my life have been pretty stressful (I’m okay, don’t worry) and unfortunately I’m a bit of comfort eater. Hello carb party. I haven’t managed to stick to my usual semi-healthy food routine as of late and this probably contributed to a low immune system and catching a summer flu a couple of weeks back. And when you’re used to seeing the number on the scales slowly tick backwards it’s a bit of a nasty surprise to see them climbing back up again. So I had to do something about it. And fortunately The Juicist came to my rescue.
I’m very grateful when I say this, I don’t get upset too often. I tend to get over things pretty quickly, and I can honestly say I don’t have a lot to complain about. We all have our days, and things are going to get you down in life, but I find myself trying my hardest to push past the bitterness and get back to the good stuff.
“Dear kindred spirit, The making of this tea has been somewhat of an experience, let me tell you about it…”
You find inspiration in everything. A song on the radio, scrolling through your Instagram feed, walking past a beautiful garden. All of those things tend to spark inspiration for me, but lately I’ve been finding it in people.
Warning, this post contains very unattractive selfies. If you do not follow my Instagram you would have missed the news that I had all four of my wisdom teeth removed Friday. And hasn’t it been an awful few days. You hear the horror stories but until you’ve actually had it done you can’t really fathom it.