The Healthy Eating Buzz

Northbrook Bootcamp began on Monday. I wasn’t going to write a post on it until we were at least a week in incase we fell flat on our fat faces (inevitably into a vat of Thai take away). I may be prematurely proud but three and a half days have passed and we are doing amazingly! We are each taking turns to cook dinner in the evenings, exercising as much as we can, counting calories obsessively, going to bed at a reasonable hour and generally staying on our best behavior. It may not seem like the biggest deal to most but for us going one day without eating junk and sitting on the couch all evening is nothing short of a miracle. For me the change is drastic, I did my first 10km run on Monday, have had a minimum of 8 hours sleep each night and have eaten bucket-loads of veg & salad every day -I’m sure my body is crazy confused about what’s going on.

The truth is we’ve made ourselves unwell as a result of all the drinking, eating, lack of sleep and being bold. After countless Mondays weighing up the damage from the weekend, we were starting to see lasting effects of our lifestyle and it was time to do something about it. I don’t think this marks the start of a complete 180 in our reckless unhealthy lives where we become vegan marathon-runners  but if any part of this new regime sticks we’ll be winning.

Wish us luck!


Just Blend In……….

Here Goes.

I just bought two lady magazines a Diet Coke and a coffee. My plan is to sit down, drink a lot of caffeinated liquid and pretend to know what I’m doing. I’m wearing red nail varnish (a throwback to my England trip -the honest truth I can’t find my nail varnish remover) and that’s making me surprisingly more comfortable turning the glossy pages.

I still feel a little like a fraud.

I don’t know who Cara Delevigne is and there’s a two-page story on her. It seems I’m expected to already know who she is -since they offer no explanation. I’m going to Wiki her on the sly under the table. Embarrassingly, you only need to put CARA into google and it knows who I’m looking for. Of course she’s a model! Holy crap -she was born in the 90s!

Moving on, a smattering of Sex Info that I find interesting, more celebrity gossipy stuff that I find less intimidating and head-first into shoes and junk that I think looks silly. It’s good to know that white and floral clothes are all the rage these days, a bunch of angry-looking models are staring at me.

There’s a Twilight Saga review in here that damn near made me cry.

I am so out of my depth!

I may be getting too serious about the supposedly light-hearted, sexy, glossy magazines but I can’t help thinking how enormously hollow it is -and in turn makes me feel. Instead of feeling like a newly-empowered, magazine-toting woman, I feel drained by every word in this thing. Don’t get me wrong, there are healthy elements to it, I find the sex advice very pro-woman, confidence-boosting and generally positive, then there’s a career section that has excellent guidance and an overall bold and encouraging message. That aside, I’m drowning in a sea of advertisements, designed to play on insecurities.

If I could pop a copy of Country Living or even Woman’s Way in to this sexy, glossy cover I would. I’d take knitting patterns, recipes, gardening pointers and calm innocence over looking at moody-looking models, self esteem-shattering celebrity comparisons, endless shallow wardrobe and cosmetic tripe on the hard sell any day. That sort of sums up the energy of it though, hiding my boring, middle-aged, domestic self under the guise of interest/participation in young, fashionable (empty, to my mind) endeavors.

I might keep the nail varnish but be out and proud with my choice of recreational reading.

Hannah’s Hat

I’ve never been too fanatical about vintage clothing and have never had faith in my eye for previously-worn or “pre-loved” pieces. My appreciation for the older generations of belongings grew from one of my favourite possessions -my big chunky grey hat that used to belong to my Granny. My mother’s mother, Hannah, was a truly inspirational person. To be honest, I have come to know her more intimately in recent years, long since her death, through stories of her amazing independence, intelligence and strength from my mother, aunts, uncles and older cousins.

With a keen interest in history and politics, Hannah kept well-informed and held strong views of the Ireland she saw through the decades. Despite raising seven children and losing her husband in her forties she was a strong woman, running her household with great warmth and character. As I was only 7 when she passed away, her insanely soft hands, love of jigsaws and the cue cards she used to teach me how to read with are my warmest memories of a wonderful woman I came to know later on.


I wear my big warm wooly hat with pride, hoping to absorb some of the Elliott character by osmosis. Since discovering Granny’s hat in the attic a few years ago, I developed an appreciation for the older generation of objects. It seems to me that the items from times past that have survived thus far are the best ones, the teacups and tiaras have been through a lot to get to the vintage shops of today. With this in mind I have started a collection of little nicnacs and trinkets that give me a sense of past at a glance.

I can’t help but gaze into vintage shops now wondering how many grannies, granddads and great great great great aunts & uncles have contributed to our nostalgic experience, with a growing fondness and fascination for yesterday.