Last year was focused man. Focused on funds and completing on our first home, focused on renovation ( more here) and focused on my full time career as a stylist. A successful year all round, but not for my bod. It was feeling done in from fancy work in the day and dirty work on site in the evenings and on weekends – 18hr days became the new norm for 4months. I initially thought the manual labour would work wonders, utilising muscles that had previously thrown themselves a funeral, after a lifetime of being ignored and left to perish. Reality was, I was heavier than ever (little sleep and very late dinners really screw you) and generally, I felt lame in terms of energy levels. Myself and Mr A were running off adrenaline in the end, but because he shares the same gene pool as a fruitful runner bean, he was looking sleepy but of course, wonderful. Shit, I looked and felt like a half eaten fish, fresh from a water drought.
All structural work at the flat was finished a few days before Christmas, meaning we finally had a kitchen (!), plus time to put aside for food shopping and proper cooking. In reality, we laid on the floor for hours on end drinking wine but yo, at least we now had the option to do the above. I avoid gluten and wheat as much as possible, because my body bitches towards it. However during the reno, we had such little time to buy/prepare food, that inevitably, easy options won. That didn’t necessary mean unhealthy meals, although fish and chips became a thing for a short while – it meant free-from was often not an option. Christmas time is indulgent, and when you mix that with celebrating the end of an amazing, but very hard couple of months, you start breathing in more than you breath out. I was looking forward to getting back to London to focus on the new, fun side of the flat, i.e. decorating it and getting back to a routine. Routine is so (!) important for your general wellbeing, I never truly realised until we came out the other side and thought, ‘how and when did that happen!?’ I was strongly aware that I had to focus on making sure I was irie – I was so over feeling tired and generally bleugh – so like most other huns in the first week of Jan, I was on a detox hunt.
I just wanted to flush the old year out and kick-off the new one, how I meant to go on. I spoke to people about safe detoxes they’d tried or heard about, and it kept coming back to Obsidian. They use juicing as part of their scientifically proven programme, to help people with weight loss, type 2 diabetes, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, and other conditions. I rang to ask them if it would help with general sleepiness and they said it worked as a body pick me up, which gives your immune system a boost. Yes pluz. I’m very fortunate as the team sent me a 7 day juice programme (this one) to try out, but I vowed to only write about it if I believed in the affects and results.
The very next day, 28 frozen juices arrived in 9 different flavours, along with a 1 page instruction sheet. 22 went in the freezer and 4 went in the fridge to defrost. You continue to get the next days set of 4 out before bed, and let them defrost over night in the fridge. The juices are all apple based so they were all nice and sweet – they’re naturally hydrating and full of vitamins and minerals – this aids towards the natural healing process of feeling..human again.
I gave updates on my instagram throughout the detox (@bettiazure) but in short – the programme was a huge success. With my 4 juices a day (which I had when I began to feel hungry, rather than at set times), I lost 5lb in a week. A huge bonus! Google what 5lbs of fat looks like and you’ll feel grossed out but happy too, if you’re also making healthy changes and are losing weight. More importantly, when my alarm went off for work, I ‘woke up’! Before, I didn’t feel fully awake until mid morning/midday and mentally, I felt really strong and still do. I wore the same dress to weddings the weekend before the detox, and the weekend after and the difference in the way I looked and felt, felt huge to me. Even if visually to others, not much had changed.
There’s a stigma around detoxing and I agree that the only way to lose weight and to keep it off, is through driving passed the golden arches and not into them. It’s about healthy eating and exercise. It’s easy to say that but if you’re feeling so knackered that the exercise just ain’t gonna happen, nor are you motivated enough to kickstart your new healthy diet, then I would strongly recommended this detox to get the ball rolling.
I’ve eaten healthily now for 2 weeks and i’m still feeling sweet! Of course I’ve still had the odd bit of cake and cheese…I haven’t completely lost the plot, but I’m now incorporating Aloe gel into my diet, along with homemade juices and carefully selected food groups under doctors orders. I don’t think i’d have found my new regime as easy as I have, if it wasn’t for Obsidian. It almost retrained my habits by getting rid of the dutty, artificial sugars within me.
I wanted my first post back to blogging to be something fabulous – I had outfit posts in mind, but for so long I wasn’t sure if I was coming or going. This post feels so real to me right now so I wanted to share it with you guys and I want to wish you all the luck and continued well dones if you too, are trying to make positive changes. It’s beyond hard to break habit, but you have to start somewhere!
I promise my next post will be high heels and lace but I hope you’ve enjoyed this fruity number – Sophie x
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Mr A and I have only gone and become bloody homeowners.
We weighed up locations for a good 3 minutes: stay within zones 1-3 of London and live in a match stick box but be around our mates, have a minute commute to work and benefit from the night tube OR move to somewhere like Mars (Kent/Surrey etc.), get a roomier home and spend the money we’re saving…on transport.
AND with that, we now own a whole 500 sq. ft in South East London and it feels insanely magical. Being a first time buyer wasn’t stressful enough, clearly, as we only went ahead and knocked all the internal walls down! We’re rejigging the floor plan to make the most out of the iddle space to make it sweeter to live in whilst keeping future re-sale in mind. Naturally with that, Pinterest has been the third wheel in our relationship and above is allllll the Pinny snaps we’re loving on.
We’ve done 2 months of manual labour ourselves around work to keep the costs down and we’re at the stage now where the builder can join the fun. We’ll be moved in just in time for dressing the Christmas tree and hope to have all the finer details nailed before Cadbury eggs dominate every shelf ever – i’ll share the outcome nearer the time! For now, you can see me adding liked items to my interior shop, here.
If you know of any scandi/ mid century modern furniture sites or even instagram accounts, please do share by commenting here or @ing me on my social channels (links at the top right and bottom of this page!)
But for now…i’ve got rubble to clear, m’dears x
We called the sweet meatpacking/ red light district of Vesterbro our home for 4 days, which I guess is similar to Shoreditch, London and Williamsburg, NYC. Our quaint little apartment of Scandi dreams was above an XXdutty adult playroom, which we discovered by accident one fine morning when a curtain blew in the wind, revealing…more than I knew was humanly possible. The location was spot on. Kødbyen, the actual meat packing area, is filled with al fresco wines and dines but I don’t wanna essay the eyeballs off you, instead, here’s a list of do’s for your visit to le hagen :
Rent a bike – Sit outside and drink Cherry wine with Hells Angels in War Pigs – go for a pizza at Mother, fresh seafood at Fiskebaren, an organic feast at BioMio (ideal for veggies/vegans) – taste the local herbs at Freetown Christiania (Europe’s Nimbin)– table dance at ex Slaughterhouse, Mesteren & Laerlingen – get clevah at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art (scenic 1hr train journey from central) – get sexy and mysterious at the club Ruby – sell your soul at the Acne Archive for a pair of shoes 8 sizes too small which you can’t live without – shop – ride it @ Tivoli Garden – Drink here if you’re a literature lover– and finally, never grow up at Superkilen.
If you’re going in the winter, here ye go.
This be the candy coloured toy town of Nyhavn, you should probably go there some time as it’s pre-deee. Slurp on a cold Aperol Spritz along the canal or if you wanna make pals, avoid the tourist trap bars and BYOB to the streets like the locals. There’s BBQs, benches and picnic patches on just about every corner, man the Danish folk love al-fresco living. Seriously, they have it so spot on. Rumour has it, I could live somewhere bigger than 500 sq.ft out there for a quarter of the price.Imagine! Can’t…too hard.
Anyway, we continued our yonder to Torvehallerne food market which has over 60 food stalls. I mean, slather me in butter and call my Lurpak, we ate and drank there for a good 4 hours before heading to the Meatpacking district in Vesterbro for Cherry Wine with the lads. Dinner was served at Madklubben which was super laid-back but fab-u-las. Amazing food without a hint of pretentiousness that even Shoreditch dons now (don’t forget where you came form hunneh) – just more happy faces bearing pretty ass plates of goodness. The grate Danes just wouldn’t know how to be pretentious, only great. Great on every bloody level. They even spoke better English than us. (Big fan of your work guys, clearly.)