So over the last couple weeks I’ve spent A LOT of time scouring my favourite shopping sites for gift ideas. I’ve spent countless hours during and after work analysing everything on offer on the entire World Wide Web. (Unless I happen to work with or for you… in which case, I meant after work only.)
I have a history with bad hair. Last summer I got what I like to refer to as ‘The Unintentional Rachel’ and may have slightly overreacted. I had another cut six months later (it took that long to recover from the trauma) but I still wasn’t pleased.
Total score: -10.5
Well, we have officially passed the 100-day mark. Also known as the point in which this friendly competition – that was meant to be fun and last about six weeks – has turned into a somewhat sad and discouraging account of one reasonably fit couple’s weekly loss and gain of the same bloody two pounds.
A love letter to Zoodles…
I’ve discovered a new diet food that has pretty much changed everything. Yes, I realise that sounds dramatic. I also realise that I may not be in a position to give trustworthy diet advice. If you’ve been following the 10 Pound Race, you’re probably thinking: “Wow, 72 days and you still haven’t lost 10 pounds? Channing Tatum could have lost 10 lbs 1,264 times by now.”
Well, let’s just get this out of the way: I officially failed at updating the blog during the month of December. Blame it on the shopping, the crazy work schedule, the Christmas parties, the travelling and the drinking of all of the booze. But I somehow let it slip off my radar. (Though I have been pretty diligently updating my Instagram account, so at least that’s something!)
I’m a huge fan of Christmas jumpers – and not just in a “wear for your Tacky Sweater Party” sort of way. I like them in a “wear all throughout December” sort of way. Definitely whilst opening Christmas presents and drinking Bloody Marys. Probably to the pub on Sunday. And maybe even to work over a denim shirt and a leather skirt. I’m even on a mission to make Christmas jumpers mandatory for our office Christmas lunch in a few weeks – but I haven’t quite convinced the masses yet.
Total Score: -0
Well… things have taken a turn for the worse.
After my confidence-boosting weigh-in on Wednesday morning, I proceeded to drink and eat my face off for the rest of the week. My client lunch on Wednesday featured that heady combination of food and booze that is both abundant and free. I noshed on absolutely delicious sushi from Chotto Matte and consumed more than a bottle’s worth (yes, just for me) of Sauvignon Blanc – and that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the week.
Warning: I generally use the Lovely List to discuss all things lovely. But this post is about something very, very ugly.
A few days ago, I went through one of the most traumatic experiences a woman can endure. I got a bad haircut. Am I being a bit dramatic? Of course. But if you think this is bad, you should have seen my reaction at the time. But let’s back up…