To Those I Have Loved, and Lost

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For a little while now I have wanted to write this post, I just had no idea where to start.

With my parents moving and leaving our hometown behind, it feels as though this is the right time to do it.

The past 2 years of my life have been a whirlwind. I left school earlier than I should have, I moved away from home and I started my career, all whilst battling a mental illness. These things are everything I have ever wanted to do. I remember being a little girl and pretending my bedroom was my own studio flat, and going to school wishing I was doing my dream job; I was so elated when I finally had the real thing. But because everything happened so quickly, I never really gave myself chance to realise what I had left behind.

Over the 18 years I lived in Kenilworth, I met people who will stay in my heart forever – no matter how little we talk or how far apart we are. I had the most wonderful friends growing up. People that shaped my life and made me the person I am today. The memories I have made playing on the street with my neighbours, pretending to be sick with my best friend so we could stay home together, going on holidays – those memories I will keep forever.

Unfortunately I lost a lot of those friends because of my own personal anguish, arrogance and absent-mindedness.

I’ve never been one to text, I’m still not now to my boyfriend and mother’s despair. But when I left school, I neglected a lot of my friends by rejecting their calls and ignoring their texts… (if I have ever ignored your text, I can honestly say this is nothing personal, I am just a huge pain in the ass). I’ll read a message, intend on responding, think of a message back then get distracted. Sometimes I will get distracted for an hour, sometimes a month. It’s one of my worst qualities and I can’t even begin to justify it. I’m not going to preach that it’s because I have been busy or I want to spend less time on my phone – it takes 2 seconds to send a quick message to someone and I know I could have tried harder.

I also never want to blame my mental health for the way I treat other people. I have been pretty shit to the people who have been so wonderful to me and now I am coping with my illness better, I realise that. Again, I can’t justify not seeing my friends for months on end and avoiding any contact with them solely on depression. But it did play a big part.

During both the peak of what I was going through and the recovery process, I spent a lot of time alone. I felt most content with my own thoughts. I even neglected my parents by spending every waking hour in my room rewatching the same TV show, sleeping in until ungodly hours and eating in isolation. By being on my own, I didn’t have to put up a front and I could be completely myself. When on my way to feeling better, I tried my best to rebuild the relationship with my family that I lost when I was so distant. When I did manage to get out of the house, I just wanted to be with them. They knew me best at that time and I felt safe in their company knowing they would be there if I broke down. As awful as it sounds, I had some of my best times on my route to recovery, being with my parents doing my favourite things; they just wanted to make me happy so we would go to new places and have a lot of afternoon tea.

Once I finally got to a place where I was ready to face the world and the people who once knew me, I felt (through only my own fault) like a burden. Everyone was doing just fine without me, they didn’t need my fluctuating moods and unreliability ruining what was one of the best years of their lives. I was also a significantly different person at this time in comparison to how I was beforehand. I had learnt a lot about myself and I felt like the first months of taking my medication stripped back a lot of my personality. I wanted my friends to remember me as the girl I used to be – fun, bubbly and alive – not sad and dead behind the eyes. It felt best to move on. If I knew what I know now, I would most definitely have made a different decision.

I’m sorry it took so long to give an explanation. And I am sorry I couldn’t do it directly. I am most sorry that I lost you in the first place.

I miss my friends with all my heart. And I would do anything for things to go back to the way they were. Right now, I think it is important we all grow at our own speeds, in our own directions. I hope that one day we will come together again and rekindle the friendships I used to love so dearly. Until then, I will laugh and cry about, love, and cherish the moments we had.

Hugs and wishes,

Abbie x

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Feeling Uninspired

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Pinterest. I swear that app solves 98% of problems in my life. I go on it for everything. Sad and fancy a cheering up treat? Here’s a recipe for 2 ingredient unicorn fudge. Not sure what to do with your hair? Try this faux hawk tutorial. (Legit things and if you’re interested I have linked them).

But jokes aside, where do you go when you’re feeling uninspired? Without realising, I have felt like it for a good few months now. It was only until I went to write when I realised. I had no perspective… Nothing to say whatsoever.

My first thought was why? I usually have so many ideas flying around my head I don’t know where to start. My friend once challenged me to have a conversation with him without stating my opinion; we ended up sitting in silence for 10 minutes. So how had I suddenly come to a place where I didn’t have an opinion on anything?

In my case, I concluded I was feeling uninspired because for a little while now, I have been in a job that hasn’t challenged me enough. Of course it’s nice to feel comfortable in your work, but I had got too comfortable. I ended up making my bed and very much snuggling down and sleeping in it, presumably for the long haul.

Ordinarily, I don’t think you must have a reason for feeling uninspired, it can just happen. The most important thing is fixing the problem.

I’m not a complete novice to rediscovering my flare and creativity, but I can definitely say that I am yet to master the art. After spending a lot of time in my own head, I have put together a list of things that I think personally, help me to get back on that ‘rise and grind’ mindset.

 

Health

Since living in London, I have found it super hard to keep on top of everything. Actually, I lie when I say it’s since I moved to the city; I have been struggling to get myself together since ’99. But something I have let slip significantly is my health and well-being. At home, I would go to the gym at least 4 times a week, eat nutritious food that would leave me feeling energised and practice an actual skin care routine. Nowadays, I am lucky if I can be bothered to make something other than a cheese sandwich for dinner, the very thought of the gym makes me queasy and my skin is a hot mess.

To feel more in control of my overall happiness and therefore feel inspired in life, I know I need to take care of myself – inside and out. Lately, I have been trying my best to do a face and hair mask once a week, to cleans my body of toxicities, including negative thoughts. Exercise and getting the vitamins you need is also important to give you the capacity for a much clearer head-space so you can let new ideas flourish.

 

Reading

Because of how lazy I have gotten, I tend to find the easy route in everything. I’ll re-watch the same television show instead of reading a new book, or I’ll online shop instead of attempting to write a new blog post.

This is where my love of Pinterest comes in. After spending just 20 minutes reading through random articles that sparked my interest, I felt so much more open to new ideas. That website is literally a portal to the unknown, you can search for a smokey eye look and end up finding the best dress shape for your star sign. No matter how random, it’s good to let your mind wander, instead of scrolling through the same people’s Instagram pages day in day out.

Online shopping – I’m a fine one to talk with this one. I get most of my inspiration from online shops. I can actually confess that as soon as I wake up in the morning, I look on Topshop and ASOS new in. It’s a problem and I need help. As good a tool it is for fashion inspo, it’s incredibly hurtful to the bank account. Instead, I have started to read more fashion blogs. I find this gives me ideas and also benefits my own writing skills. After all, us bloggers need to help each other.

 

Indulge

It doesn’t hurt to indulge in your favourite things every now and again. My favourite thing to do is wander round London streets and go for afternoon tea. As much as I would love to spend the rest of my days doing just that, I know that I would eventually begin to resent it, just how I did with work. To begin with, I absolutely adored my job. I was learning new things and every day was more exciting than the next. As time went on, I became less and less productive because everything was familiar to me; I was so comfortable that I had no desire to do more. It’s good to keep yourself on your toes and indulge in the good stuff in order to reiterate your passion for the things you enjoy.

 

I’m not sure how informative this post has been. It’s easy enough to read about getting inspired but it’s a completely different story putting it into practice. But as my therapist once said, if you know the route of the issue, it’s easier to fix. Thanks for that hun – unfortunately I never found the deep, complex route of my inexorable sadness but as long as I have the inspiration to put a cute outfit together, all is well in the world.

 

Hugs and wishes,

Abbie x

193 Days Later

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I’m back! With a tale or two to tell, a lot of complaints to make and some more over sharing to do.

My last post was 193 days ago, when in Rome, which feels like an absolute lifetime ago. In that time I have been to Belgium and Mexico. A good couple of destinations for a financially horrifying year (London is draining me in more ways than one). Both trips were with my family. With us all being on different schedules, it was nice to spend some quality time with them. Belgium was beautiful. Mexico on the other hand was crazy. I think it may be my favourite holiday to date. We met the most amazing people and I can’t remember a second where I wasn’t laughing or without a cocktail.

London is still where I am currently calling home. About 6 months ago, I moved flat again, which yes, totals it to 3 different flats in one year – an achievement if you ask me. I now live in the most wonderful little studio flat in Camden. It’s expensive and comparable to a cardboard box but its all mine and I absolutely love it. A lot of people are a little bewildered by the fact that I choose to live on my own. But the hermit in me is happiest alone, surrounded by my own mess, with the kettle only an arm’s length away.

The one thing I was struggling with when I last wrote was loneliness. I knew it was going to take a little while to settle in but I was not at all prepared for how lonely it was going to be. You would think that being surrounded by so many people in such a huge city, feeling lonely couldn’t or shouldn’t be an option. It turns out, the more people there are, the more alone you feel. I also didn’t expect it to be so hard to make friends. Without beating around the bush, everyone in the real world is miserable and nobody cares for meeting new people. So be prepared kids, when you leave school/college/uni you’re on ya own…

However, within the past few months my boss blessed me with the most wonderful new runners at Kudos. I’m so unbelievably grateful to have two gorgeous gals to bug with my problems, share insatiable shopping habits and drink too much wine on a weekday with.

… Moving on from the amazing friends I have made, I have now indeed found myself the most wonderful man I could have ever imagined. After many a hopeless dates and lonely nights, I met Jack. He is my real life brown-haired, blue-eyed, 6 foot dream. If you’re reading this, you’re lame and I love you a lot x

In terms of TV, not that much has happened. I am still enjoying working for the incredible Kudos Film and TV, being part of the production of  recent shows such as Humans and Code 404. After being there for almost a year, my contract is due to end in November, so I now have to make the decision as to whether I want to stay in London or try to pursue a career in television whilst simultaneously living at home. As much as I love living in the city, it is hard work and I do feel like I need a break from the hustle. My parents are currently in the process of moving away from my hometown to the seaside, something I have dreamt of doing since I was a little girl, so that could be a pretty nice extended holiday for me whilst I’m deciding what on earth to do with myself.

So that sums up my past 193 days offline.

I have a lot to think about over the next couple of months which will inevitably lead to a very stressed Abs. But even so, I am super excited for what is to come and I can’t wait to share it with whoever may or may not be interested.

Hugs and wishes,

Abbie x

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Happy Me Day

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This year, I have decided I am rebranding the dreaded V day, from now onward, it will be called me day. So Happy Me Day!

Yes, there’s bound to be plenty of posts today preaching self-love, that you don’t need another half to be complete and I would be lying if I said this wasn’t one of them.

You can totally justify disliking Valentines because it’s commercialised, all for making money and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. But we wouldn’t want to ruin this momentous holiday for all the loved up couples out there that aren’t bitter about spending it alone.

I truly believe the 14th February is actually a really beautiful day. There’s something lovely about dedicating a day to one another to show how much you care. Undoubtedly, this should be every day but it is so easy to get wrapped up in life that you forget how important showing love is.

Not only is this true when you’re in a relationship, but it’s also significant when you’re alone. A lot of us get so caught up in busy day-to-day life that we forget that sometimes, we need to treat ourselves with a bit of TLC.

Granted, almost every day is a treat myself day with my insatiable shopping habit but still…

Today, I bought myself everything a typical Valentine would buy for you. This was ideal because everything I got for me was perfect – just what I wanted!

I bought a Kate Spade watch – possibly the most beautiful thing I have ever received from myself. It’s a well-known fact that you can’t go wrong with jewellery on Valentines, so I did pretty well with this one. I managed to find it in TK Maxx for £130, a dream price for a Kate Spade statement piece. Well done me.

I also got myself some Ardell faux mink eyelashes. I was pretty impressed with myself considering I haven’t been able to find these anywhere and have really wanted to try them out. I love Ardell lashes and wanted to try something a little different to my usual demi wispies.

Perfume is another must must. Usually I would opt for Narciso Rodriquez or my classic Jimmy Choo but I decided to be a little unconventional. I got this gorgeous Ellie Saab Girl of Now perfume. It comes in the prettiest bottle and literally smells like sweets, marshmallows, daisies and rainbows. New scent new me and all that.

Lastly, I had to get flowers and chocolate. I just wouldn’t have been a legitimate Valentine if I didn’t.

Hugs and wishes,

Abbie x

P.S. after writing this post, my lovely manager gave me a Hummingbird cupcake and a card. Boyfriends/Girlfriends, who needs them!?

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Galentines Day

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Valentines has well and truly crept up on me this year. It feels like only yesterday I was bringing in the new year with one too many jagerbombs. Sadly, I will yet again be spending the 14th without a significant other.

Thankfully, I had my brother’s gorgeous girlfriend Ciara come to visit me in London and we had an impromptu/unintentional Galentines day on Sunday. It consisted of chocolates, flowers and cocktails – really the only way to spend time with a loved one. Yes, I did spend Galentines with my brother’s girlfriend – sharing is caring right?

 

Columbia Road Flower Market

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First we went to Columbia Road Flower Market. This is always somewhere I have wanted to visit because of my love for all things floristry. I was hoping to write a post dedicated entirely to the wonders of a market just for flowers but unfortunately, it didn’t really live up to my expectations. It was far too busy to have a nice stroll and look at all the pretty blooms and the vendors were shouting so loud it kind of ruined the tranquil atmosphere I was going for. But all in all, Ciz bought me some beautiful flowers which is far more than I can say for anybody else this year.

 

Dark Sugars Cocoa House

We then headed towards Brick Lane because a Sunday just wouldn’t be a Sunday without a trip to Shoreditch. How on earth I could have missed Dark Sugars in all the million times I have been there I do not know. Ciara spotted this incredible chocolate shop whilst walking down Brick Lane and honestly, I think it’s what heaven looks like. There were literal slabs of chocolate in the doorway and pretty much every flavour you could possibly imagine. They even had alcoholic chocolates for the slightly more boozy (i.e. me) like gin and lime and vodka and orange. The slight downside is that 6 teeny tiny chocolates cost £12 but undoubtedly, they would be worth it.

 

Hoxton Square

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After a very taxing day leisurely wandering round London, we decided to top it off with a couple of cocktails and a ton of food. It was surprisingly difficult to find a cute place to eat and drink in central London on a Sunday – pretty much everywhere was closed or eerily quiet. After walking for what felt like an eternity, we ended up at a place called Zigfrid von Underbelly (?!) Me and Ciz being our obnoxiously confident selves obviously made friends with the bartenders. We ordered ridiculous amounts of sides to eat and had cocktails that tasted like flowers – rather fitting considering our day. After tormenting the staff, giggling like little girls and eating way too much food, we finally brought Galentines day to an end.

After a slightly rocky start to my weekend, I finished it in the most positive way possible, with my lovely friend and sister.

Hugs and wishes,

Abbie x

 

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Real Talk: Relapsing

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relapse
rɪˈlaps/
verb
gerund or present participle: relapsing
  1. (of a sick or injured person) deteriorate after a period of improvement.

I could very easily pretend like this weekend didn’t happen, and that it was all flowers, fairies and family (which 30% of it was may I add). But I also need to acknowledge the fact that the rest was not.

On Friday I had one of my most significant relapses yet. Everything felt like it was going wrong; I was tired, depressed and extremely alone. I suddenly had this overwhelming feeling of helplessness wash over me. Granted, a simple wrong direction can have my world spinning upside down but this time it was far more prominent.

Whilst I’m at work, I keep myself busy. I don’t have time to over think things; I have like-minded people around me to talk to and keep me company. I really love my work and who I work with! But let’s not lie, unless you’re very lucky, there will always be some sort of boundary between work friends and actual friends.

On Friday it suddenly dawned on me just how alone I am. I have one friend in London who is usually too busy living his normal young adult life to fit me in with my work hours – which I don’t blame him for! I would too if I could. The closest family and friends I have are at least 2 hours away from me. It doesn’t matter how much I can pride myself on saying I’m independent, capable, adult etc. everyone needs someone.

Anyway, I came out of work to a completely normal Friday. I’m used to seeing everyone together having drinks in bars, eating food and laughing whilst making my way home. It doesn’t usually affect me but there was something about it that made me feel sick to my stomach. For some reason, I just cried… And cried and cried.

Then I went on to do things that the old me would have done, I walked down dark alleyways in hope that I would be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I crossed every road without bothering to look, unconcerned about the cars and buses just meters away. I went through Shoreditch hoping a sleazy man would pay me some attention. I walked for an entire hour in the freezing cold, found a canal and just sat next to the water in the dark. I went into full on self-sabotage mode.  And you know the worst thing about it all? Not one person looked my way.

I find it more difficult to contend with relapse when I have been doing so well for so long. You feel like you’ve worked so hard for what? I also find it tough knowing therapy hasn’t helped me and I’m on the highest dose of medication I can get. What now? Is this really my life forever? A couple of months of feeling ‘normal’ then a weekend of self-pity and you’re back to square 1.

It’s tough as hell having to accept that you might go through this for the rest of your life. But after really thinking about it, there is nothing I can’t handle. Relapses don’t last into infinity. If they did, I wouldn’t be alive to write this post today. You can think that there’s no hope and you’ll be like this forever. But if you’ve relapsed, that means you have got better.

As much as we would like it to be, life is not linear. Our ups and downs, as painful as they are, teach us a new way of coping every time.

This time taught me – always wear a coat if there’s a possibility mental breakdown.

Hugs and wishes,

Abbie x

 

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Shoreditch, LDN

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I have previously said my favourite place in London is the Kings Road, Chelsea and I stand by that. However, my second favourite place to spend my free time is Shoreditch.

Yes, these two places are polar opposites so it’s kind of hard to understand why I would love both places so much. They’re just both so niche and unique, wherever you walk you’re sure to find something beautiful.

Last weekend I put on my most indie outfit and headed to E1. My new flat (post still to come) is located only 20 minutes down the road from Shoreditch which is a blessing; whenever I fancy playing chess for fun, I am only a bus ride away…

 

 

I always head for Brick Lane, but of course I end up browsing Petticoat Lane market for high street bargains and going to Spitalfields to see the pretty jewellery stalls. When I do finally end up where I intended on being, I go straight to Brick Lane’s vintage market.

As you know, I am a self-confessed shopping addict but I definitely don’t feel as guilty when I’m not on the high street. I love the vintage market because you never know what you’re going to find. Even if you’re not looking to buy anything, it’s all so pretty to look at. Obviously, I couldn’t leave empty-handed and therefore ended up walking away with 3 new pairs of sunglasses and the cutest headband. If you’re looking for that Instagram chic, this is definitely the place to be. As well as proper vintage clothing (old-fashioned flowers, frills and everything) they have all the cool stuff you see on girls on pinterest at half the price of all the online boutiques.

After plenty of time pottering round looking at vintage Burberry and various types of artwork, it’s always a good idea to head to the nearest doughnut shop. My very favourite is Crosstown – nothing fancy, just really good. I always go for a simple glazed doughnut and a hot chocolate because I am basic as heck. But if you’re looking for something a little more fancy, Doughnut Time next to Old Street station sells all sorts of sugary monstrosities.

 

 

You can’t miss all the artwork in Shoreditch; there isn’t an clear wall in sight. Unlike the majority of London, it isn’t graffiti, it is actual ART. There are some crazily talented people out there.

Ordinarily, I don’t tend to stray much further from Brick Lane and the close surrounding areas. But in an attempt to find my way back home, I stumbled upon some more cute individual shops. I first came across Boxpark, a pop up mall with lots of small and random traders including The Ordinary – an affordable skincare range supposedly recommended by Kim Kardashian herself. I then found an even cuter store called AIDA. It’s actually both a coffee shop, clothes shop and gift shop which I love – it is literally a day out in itself. The clothes they sell are on the pricier side as they’re all quirky brands, from distinct vintage to contemporary and modern. Me being me, still managed to bag a Selected Femme wool jumper in the sale for £23 (money-saving expert eat your heart out).

How to Live Your Best Life This Year

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Last year I achieved lots of external goals; I moved out, travelled and got a proper job but despite this, I still haven’t – yes it sounds cliché  – found myself. In terms of understanding and loving myself, I’m not quite there, so I have decided 2018 is going to be my year for internal goals.

I feel as though the majority of us go through the year expecting big changes and big achievements, but self-development doesn’t have to mean losing 2 stone or moving across the world, it can be as simple as getting up in the morning without hesitation (ironically this would be a huge achievement for me).

I’ve written a list of things that I am going to try to do this year in order to better myself, they’re not resolutions, just healthy habits that can help to positively affect us all!

 

  1. Begin learning something new – learning is exciting and can help you to find enjoyment in things you might not have thought you would.
  2. Always have a fresh manicure – trivial and perhaps a little extra, but keeping fresh and clean always makes you feel flawless!
  3. Buy coffee for a stranger – although I do believe in selfish acts of kindness, that doesn’t mean it’s bad. By buying something for someone in need, you’re helping them whilst also allowing yourself to feel like you are here for a reason.
  4. Keep track of your finances – there is nothing worse than worrying about money, but also it can be pretty rough to put yourself on a strict budget. Just keep an eye on your spending habits so you know you can afford to do delightful things.
  5. Wear what you want! – live life like the party that it is, every day is an excuse to dress up. Wear things that make you feel happy, confident and ready to take on the world.
  6. Avoid procrastinating – I’m the worst at this one, but the less time you spend dwelling on doing something, the more time you’ll have to feel fulfilled once you have done it.
  7. Have a good chat with a family member at least once a week – life can get a bit hectic but always make time for the important people in your life.
  8. Nurture your relationships – I am particularly bad at creating and maintaining relationships with people which seems selfish and arrogant. But understand that some people struggle more than other and good things take time!
  9. Take your vitamins – a simple vitamin D tablet can do the world of good.
  10. Buy fresh flowers – it’s pretty much impossible to avoid technology but still make time to appreciate nature!
  11. Have a signature scent – find a perfume that as soon as you put on, you feel ready to take on anyone and anything.
  12. Manage your time wisely – by being in a rush, you are far more susceptible to anxiety. Always make sure you are organised and on time, no matter what the occasion.
  13. Wear floaty clothes and fabrics – the only way to look like a Princess is to feel like one. Treat yourself to cashmere and silk every now and again.
  14. Value a good nights sleep – make sure you get enough sleep but don’t follow the ‘nap queen’ trend! It may seem like a good idea but there is a wonderful world out there! Enjoy it!

 

In the words of Ron Swanson – don’t try too hard. Sometimes we focus ourselves so much on one thing that we forget the bigger picture. Let things come naturally and you’ll do great.

Hugs and wishes,

Abbie x

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Food for One

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Something I have really struggled with since moving to London is food; I didn’t realise how difficult it would be to go to the supermarket, buy groceries and think of meals everyday. I definitely took home-made meals for granted – for the past 4 months I have eaten Sainsbury’s meal deals, soup and occasionally treated myself to pasta every now and again.

For quite a while I have had an issue with food, in the past I have really struggled with starving myself, then binge eating which is a major reason as to why I get down. I love the way healthy food makes me feel and I know that by having a more positive lifestyle I would feel far better in myself but chocolate has and probably always will be my vice when I’m in need of comfort.

Last night I finally realised that my bad habits needed to stop. As good as the oreo, nutella and banana waffle I ordered from Deliveroo was, it definitely wasn’t the epitome of a nutritious dinner.

One of my biggest problems when it comes to making meals is that after being at work and spending 12 hours out of the house, I just can’t be bothered. It’s far easier to order a Dominos, chill for 20 minutes, then have it on my doorstep. But honestly, I think my flatmates are getting fed up of hearing the intercom buzzer going off at the same time every evening, so something needs to change.

Tips:

  • Plan meals week by week so you know what you have to do as soon as you get home. Personally, I don’t really like the idea of ‘meal prepping’ as such. I can barely make one meal at a time let alone a weeks worth. Instead, I like the idea of just knowing what I am going to eat when I get home from work, so I can have the ingredients ready and plan my evening around cooking it. By doing this, I can psych myself up for the process so it’s slightly less painful.

 

  • Don’t go food shopping on the way home. By the end of the day, I am usually moody, hungry and exhausted. As you can imagine, that isn’t the best state to go food shopping in because I pretty much want to buy the whole supermarket. Whenever I go shopping after work, I always end up getting the quickest/most unhealthy option (hence the reason I have been eating so many Sainsbury’s meal deals).

 

  • Limit yourself to a certain amount of meals out a week. It’s understandably difficult to eat well when your entire life revolves around going to different interesting places to eat, especially in a big city. There are so many food choices in London, I want to try them all. But for the sake of my bank account and my health, I have decided to limit myself to 2 ‘meals out’ a week; it’s going to be tough considering brunch and afternoon tea are my favourite pastimes.

 

  • Don’t make things too complex. Unbelievably, despite all the fitness blogs and Instagram’s out there that portray otherwise, healthy food doesn’t have to be fancy, photogenic and pretty, and you don’t have to take out a mortgage every time you go to the whole foods supermarket. Simple, quick and easy meals can be good for you too – pizza isn’t the only answer!

 

Anyway, that’s about all the motivation I can give myself today. Please let me know if you have any more tips.

Now I’m off to have a hot chocolate.

Hugs and wishes,

Abbie x

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Local Hero

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Happy 2018 everyone! Yes, I am slightly late but really, it’s an achievement I even made it out of bed to write this post.

Since coming back to London from my wonderful home in Kenilworth after seeing family for Christmas, I have felt super sorry for myself, hence why I have gone back into hiding and not written for a couple of weeks. I can’t believe I ever hated my home town so much, it’s quiet, calm and there’s nothing to do but go for dog walks and drink tea – IT’S LITERAL HEAVEN.

But, in an attempt to pull myself back together and into the real world, today I did the only thing that I thought could cure it – brunch.

I wasn’t feeling too adventurous so I just went down the road from Wimbledon to Kingston upon Thames. After a long walk bypassing about 3 Costa’s and 4 Pret’s, I luckily came across Local Hero – a coffee shop cool enough for me to sit in with my brand new Mac. Yes, I am officially a Londoner, I sat in a coffee shop with my Mac out looking as if I was busy concentrating on some heavy work – I hate myself.

Being the generic white girl I am, I ordered poached egg and avocado on sourdough bread. I’m not going to lie, if I go on to review my food it will literally just be identical to my last brunch post because really, every avo on toast tastes the same. Anyway, it was good and healthy which is the main thing considering the amount I have consumed over the past few weeks. I also had a hot chocolate which I will rate, because everyone deserves to find the best hot chocolate in the world and I want to make that happen for you. Overall, the bev was nice. A 7/10. Could do better. (I actually grabbed a Mcdonald’s hot chocolate before coming home and it was far preferable but obviously not as pretty).

Speaking of Local Heroes, whilst walking through Kingston and trying to avoid the Topshop sale *control yourself Abs* there were a group of guys busking. Obviously this isn’t out of the ordinary but I happened to read the sign they had written and it said they were busking for 24 hours in order to raise money for the charity Calm, an organisation dedicated to preventing male suicide. I really admired what they were doing, and being a cause close to my heart, it made me happy to see there is some good left in the world.

Now, I am going to go back to my cold, sad, little flat in hopes of mending my broken window and making the wifi actually work so I can continue pitying myself whilst watching Parks. Wish me luck!

Hugs and wishes,

Abbie x

P.S. Someone please tell me to snap out of it.

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