Well that was excessive! Decadent dinner, drinks disappearing like Houdini and a hangover from hell. Euro summer had me on holidays, loving life sick and indulging in everything life has to offer. Cocktails. Yes! Tapas. Yes! Rosè. Yes! Entire wheel of cheese. Probs! Putting on my cute AF dress and feeling 100 in it for the entire holiday…unlikely. Holidays are a …
Holidays are here and I’m saying Hola to a new city, new culinary delights and a hectic thirst. When I travel I want to try all the things, go out for meals, be social with my colleagues or friends and have a few vinos. I do not however, want to get half way through my …
Where TF am I? The alarm blazes like a foghorn, my eyes shoot open and dart about the room scanning my surrounds…oh. I’m at home😬. Scrambling out of bed, I sleepily pop on the kettle and go through my morning rituals. Coffee required immediately! Energy is at an all time low, I am lethargic and …
The delectable scent of barbequed meat fills the air and tantalizes my nostrils. So I cruise over to inspect said bbq, ravenous from my day of sightseeing. It looks pretty clean, the skewers of marinated chicken and beef look fresh…I’m in. Come at me street meat!! It’s bloody delicious, I’m a new woman. Completely rejuvenated by …
It’s Spain, it’s summer, I’m strolling past packed tavernas and the vibe is electric. Everyone is enjoying tapas and vino in the afternoon sun, and I’m here on a diet watching wistfully. LOL…I think not! For me, one of the biggest bits of FOMO I get when travelling is the thought of missing out on …
I. Move. So. Slowly. Eyes are blurry, the minutia of every task is a punishment, I am in hotel room purgatory. I cannot even be arsed to boil the kettle for the caffeine that will surely propel me into existence. Jet Lag! Unavoidable when you travel and unequivocally one of the worst parts of it. …
Sweat glistens on his broad shoulders and I feel his hot breath on my neck as we move into warrior two. Live tinder of casual hot yoga class? Why not both! When I travel I love to do a class here or there particularly on days when I’m too tired or exhausted to train. I …
I am a slug! The alarm blazes for my ambitious 5am wakeup. I take one look, I don’t even snooze, 5am is reset to 7. Post holiday motivation can be low especially if I have taken a break from training or if I have been diabolical with my diet. The first few days I may …
Cardio or Cardi-NO! Borderline contempt and mild disinterest would accurately describe the look on my face if you told me I had to slog out a treadmill jog every single day for a week. That type of cardio for me can be boring A.F and legit torturous. Holidays are supposed to be fun and are …
Stabbed in the back. That’s what it feels like when I’m stressed. Like someone has taken to my shoulders with a sledgehammer and done their worst. Living the nomad life with no real routine or structure and extensive travel, while amazing, can be intense at times. Check out how I combat stress. Sleep. I get …
Be a pilot they said! Travel the world they told me. I’m thinking it’s all Catch me if you Can feat Top Gun. Lol! I wish. Post flight instead of a glistening six pack at beach volleyball…Iceman eat your heart out…I’m side on to the mirror thinking “where for art thou abs?” The reality is …
Ravenous…the story of my culinary life! My eyeballs greedily peruse the menu as my nostrils are tantalised by the delicious aroma of simmering foodstuffs coming from within. I can practically taste my dinner already. I love food and trying the local gourmet of a place I’m visiting is one of the true delights of my …