Loving Yourself

Valentine’s Day approaches and people are focusing attentions on romantic relationships. They’re celebrating the relationships they’re in, perhaps questioning if they’re in the right relationships or maybe bemoaning the fact that don’t have anyone to share Valentine’s Day with. However, in each of these scenarios, the focus is on the love people have for other people, and while this is important (although the commercialisation of love in this way is something I struggle with but that’s not a discussion for now!), I think it’s an important time to consider the love people have for themselves.

When I was teenager at high school in London, the biggest criticism you could make of someone was that they loved themselves. “Urgh, she’s so bigheaded, she loves herself so much”. It’s that unique British characteristic isn’t it? Playing things down, that self-critical, self-deprecating attitude that isn’t the most positive approach to bring into adulthood.

In health and wellness circles, the idea of self-love is something that’s promoted as essential to a healthy balanced life. However, I do think some people struggle with what that even means (I mean, ‘self-love’ can sound like something else can’t it?!) It’s only in the last couple of years that I’ve come to realise what self-love means for me and that it’s something unique to every individual.Continue Reading..

Popcorn for Dinner…

It was such a regular dish for me, it became a running joke among my friends (that, and the fact I never had any food in the house). It wasn’t because I was trying to lose weight though, it’s just that was my life. Busy and stressed, working long hours, no time, energy or inclination to make a proper meal.

That dinner was my comfort food.  Those addictive little salty crackly texture explosions. The perfect quick fix for collapsing in front of the tv, mindlessly watching whatever was on and recuperating. Trying to get over whatever challenges a day (and sometimes part of the night) at the office had thrown at me. Or the perfect accompaniment to doing more work once I got home. Eating with one hand, typing with the other. You didn’t even need cutlery.

And it was kind of like cooking… I mean I made it in a saucepan. And I made it so well I called it one of my specialist skills. I had that combination of hot oil, bit of air, regular shaking, down.Continue Reading..

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