I should start this post by stating that I am the luckiest girl in the world that I have a financé who’s more than happy to cook for me. Constantly. And all despite my ever-changing dietary requirements.
I’m starting a new series where I write #ALoveLetterTo whatever is filling my phone, heart or mind at that current moment. Today’s has a touch of sparkle about it but then that shouldn’t come as a surprise.
Somedays I like to wear my fringed mules with glitter socks and skinny jeans. What can I say…
There was always going to come a time where I forgot I was meant to be strictly following the Low-FODMAP diet. A time that would see me reach for a packet of Sensations Lime/Coriander Chutney Poppadoms that Al had snuck into the cupboard, and wolf down half of the contents, minus reading the label for ingredients.
M&S make good coats. This was complete news to me until I laid my eyes on this beauty way back in November when I was Christmas shopping. It was the patchwork-style colour blocking that hooked me and the giant silver poppers that reeled me in.
Anxiety is a little fucker. Sorry for the swearing but for me, there’s just no other way to describe it.
Back in October I wrote a favourite blog post of mine, 10 Things About IBS That I’m Not Afraid to Share. I was overwhelmed by all the comments and Tweets that I received, so much so, I decided I’d recreate this post in video form just for the shits and giggles, and obviously the horrendous facial expressions. Enjoy!
It’s happening. I’m now two weeks into the FODMAP diet which means it’s about time I post about how the hell it’s going. And it’s going.
I feel like everyone on my Instagram feed is wearing this jumper. Normally, that would put me off checking said item out, however, have you seen the sleeves on this?
Last week I felt pooped. I’d had several days jammed with meetings and was feeling a little under the weather with swollen glands and a sore throat – which has now made me bed bound.