What’s that sound? *Sound of wedding bells* Just kidding, I’m not getting married in a church, so there are no bells involved. But the rest is true: by the time you read this, I’ll be walking down the aisle towards the next chapter of my life, and to be perfectly honest, I can’t bloody wait for it anymore because I’ve planning it for so long now! There are big changes coming ahead: I’m moving…
So here we are: the last day of 2015. Guys, it’s been a long ass year. I could do the traditional recap post but to be frank, this year was exhausting enough without me having to go through it again. There have been many ups and downs, and I have taken them all in with an open mind and an open heart, and I am tired and happy and eager for 2016. It’s funny but I’m really grateful for how…
My dears, I will be keeping this one short and sweet today. It is after all Christmas Eve, which, where I come from, is pretty much Christmas Day. I’m having to adapt to British traditions this year, so I’m going to be spending the day baking and cooking in preparation for tomorrow, watching Christmas films and generally getting fat and lazy. Just what I need. I wish you all something equally…
I did something very very exciting last weekend: I packed my bags and off I went to Glasgow, to spend all my hard-earned money on vegan cheese and chocolates at VegFest Scotland. Actually, I did another very exciting thing: I made this vegan Pumpkin Spiced French Toast for brunch, but more on that later. We’ve been waiting about a year for VegFest to come to Scotland, and finally the weekend…
I was really chuffed with the response that last week’s recipe got. So many of you shared the recipe on social media! I’m pleased to see more women getting into fitness and nourishing their body & soul as one. All I can say is <3 <3 <3 This week, I’m proposing a recipe that nourishes the soul a little more than the body… though I did do an intense Body Balance workout sesh right after I gobbled…
I’ve become that person. The one who posts photos on instagram of myself flexing my biceps, a legend underneath reading #girlswholift. You know how I mentioned that about seven months ago, I went through a really difficult time? Basically, the thing I’d been trying to prevent for the better part of a year and a half happened. The only way I could think of to deal with it was to just keep calm…
Earlier last week, I sat on a blue plastic chair in A&E, crying to my mother on the phone. How am I here again? I thought to myself. And why the hell am I crying? It was only a foot injury, and probably a minor one, but in the moment it was turning my whole world upside down. I tried to put things into perspective: my best friend nearly died and was rushed to hospital just a couple…
Perfectionist. How many times has that word been thrown around when people describe me, or comment on something I’ve done (or rather, not done as well as I would like). You’re a born perfectionist, Clem. Even my star sign says so; virgo, the ultimate perfectionist, nothing’s ever good enough, always has to try harder, do more, be better. I accepted that that’s what people called me, but I never…
Oh hey, did you notice those two wee letters in the title of this post? I heard your prayers and have been baking my little butt off to learn to make gluten-free bakes, because I appreciate that everybody wants to eat cake, and allergies shouldn’t prevent you from doing that. I used to dread gluten-free baking, but I think I’m getting better at it – so thank YOU for the motivation. Click here to…
