When I first met Jack, I didn’t let him see me without make-up for about 2 months. Like that scene from Bridesmaids, I used to sneak out of bed early so I could re-apply it before he woke up! I was convinced that if he saw me without it, he’d run a million miles. Even now – say we have to leave for an early flight at 4am – I’ll do my make-up (false eyelashes and all!) fresh before bed and sleep in it as…

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Last week, Jack and I decided to start making healthy food swaps with the goal of dropping a few pounds before our holiday in December. Now, restricting foods and ‘dieting’ is dangerous territory for me – you might’ve read this post about my experience with disordered eating, which explains things a bit more. By working toward the goal of weight loss, I have to be really careful not to let my old obsessive mindset kick back in and take over. However, we decided not to…

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I love to remind myself that I was the fastest sperm. It’s the most life-affirming, brilliant, mind blowing thought ever. You might’ve seen I posted about this on Instagram this week – it’s something that’s been on my mind quite a bit lately and it fills me with so much appreciation. It’s an unbelievable realisation – and achievement! Well done you pro swimmer you! Just let it really sink in… In a single burst of the old love stick, a healthy male will release between…

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If I had to write a list of sure-fire things that cheer me up/boost my mood, 95% of it would consist of eating all the sushi/nachos/ice cream and drinking all the Prosecco/cocktails/peanut butter milkshake with my favourite people. Unfortunately, my bank balance (and wannabe-healthy bod) convinces my brain that unless there’s a seriously good reason – it’s Friday/pay day/*insert catastrophic event here* – there’s another avenue to try before devouring my weekly intake of calories and getting stupid drunk… Music. I’ve got numerous mood-inducing playlists…

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Friday was a perfect start to the weekend in my book. A sunset ‘n’ prosecco picnic with my pals followed by Conor’s (a bezzy mate of mine’s) gig in Shoreditch. I’d been looking forward to it all week – the pop of prosecco, the first bubbly sip, the sun, hoummus and pitta(!!!), the sweet, carefree feeling of it being a Friday evening… *sigh* Friday morning I got up early to wash and curl my hair, put my fake lashes on and make myself feel nice before…

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