It was 2010 when I truly realised I was overweight and lazy. I wasn't appreciating my youth and body so I decided to lose weight and take up some exercise. 

Over the next 6 months I plodded at the gym and focused on my diet, losing 3 stone in the process. When I heard that my friend had signed up to a half marathon I signed up too.  I struggled to run 30 seconds at the gym but built up slowly until I could do a mile (do you know how long a mile is?!). Mile by mile I ran until I reached the half marathon distance. From then on I was a runner, an awkward one but a runner none the less. 

I had maintained my weight loss for years with relative ease. But when I started training for the Edinburgh marathon my nutrition went out of the window. 'I'm running all the time I can eat ice whenever I want, right?' Wrong. Not only did the marathon knock me off course but it killed my love of running. I no longer wanted to be a slave to working out so I took some time off. Truth is I'm still struggling to find the motivation. But I've done it before, I can do it again. 

So this sparked our decision to broadcast our 'summer bod' endeavours on the blog. We hope this commitment will motivate (force) us to get our acts together. So every Friday until Summer we will share our progress. Don't worry, we ate all the biscuits in our households last night. 

Main aims: Lose a stone/drink less/exercise more/fit into that old pair of jeans

I am literally writing this as I'm finishing off a packet of Oreos. Herein lies my problem. I am an all or nothing person - if I open the Oreos then I'm going to finish the Oreos. Normally this doesn't really bother me but recently I've been erring way too much on the 'all' side of the spectrum and I'm starting to feel a bit gross.

I don't really care about my weight and it does tend to fluctuate anyways, but I do care about how I feel. If my clothes don't fit well, I'm breaking a sweat when I run for the bus and I can't remember the last time I got my five-a-day then I start to feel pretty crap. I'm at my best when I exercise and eat healthily and feel a lot more together when I do. I like feeling strong and healthy and at the moment I really don't!

By saying I'm going to turn this around, I'm hoping I actually will. I want to feel confident in myself and healthy too. My main meals are pretty healthy but I eat a LOT of crap between and want to avoid this from now on. I also want to fall back in love with exercise as I used to spin at least twice a week and loved it. Now I have a gym in my office and can't even motivate myself to go! 

I've booked in for two classes next week and eaten all of the chocolate in the house. Here's hoping...

Main aims: feel healthier/lose some chub/exercise more/lay off the sugar and improve my willpower!

We'll be sharing our weight loss tips tomorrow but for now have some food related puns...


We've had our fair share of broken hearts when our fave band members have prematurely jumped ship. First Robbie, then Geri and now Zayn. Beautiful, slightly messed-up Zayn. Hopefully he'll have chance to have a little rest and recuperate with lots of tea. In the meantime, here are the 15 stages of sadness you can expect when your fave pop star leaves you...

1. Finding out. Back in the day, this was normally via Smash Hits or the evening news. It's all a bit more manic (and terrifying) in the twitter filled world of today, but, however you find out, you go into a state of disbelief. Of course they wouldn't leave, why would they?! They wouldn't do that to us.

2. Cry. Cry some more. Get pictured with snot running down your face and your braces on full show from all of your wailing.

3. Call your local radio station to cry because they're the only people that'll listen.

3. Start questioning your life choices. How could they do this to me?! Don't they know that I love them?! How am I going to move on from this?! 

4. Take down all of your posters. The reminders are too painful.

5. Scratch their face off of your pencil case. They're dead to you now. Scribble over the 'I ❤️ XX' declarations on your school books.

6. Listen to your fave album of theirs while flicking through the annual. Cry yourself to sleep.

7. Wake up and hope it was a dream.

8. Realise it wasn't. Re-watch old interviews you taped of them at the smash hits awards. Laugh and cry at the same time. They're so funny and amazing, why did they have to do this?! 

9. Pledge your support to the rest of the band, they need you more than ever right now.

10. Stock up on all new merchandise minus your fave member. Convince yourself it's going to be ok.

11. Buy the new album.


13. Throw away your annuals, sticker albums, pyjamas and any other merchandise. 

14. Decide your relationship with your fave band is over. It's tough but your decision is confirmed when they appear on the cover of you fave magazine with some very questionable styling. 

15. Move on. Before too long, the posters have been replaced by your new fave band and you start to set yourself up for the next fall. You manage to continue living and, one day, actually manage to laugh about it.

We're pretty sure it's the same these days, maybe with a tad more YouTube, a bit less Smash Hits and a lot more crazy.

Stay strong Zayn Fans, one day you may even have a new band crush/obsession to fill the void. Maybe.


We’re obviously not bezzies with ALL of our Facebook friends (how can we be when most of our time is split between work, real friends and Netflix), but, for one reason or another, we are often stuck THOSE friends who you can’t delete but who seriously drive you mental. Here are our top offenders:

The drama ‘avoider’:

This one is the WORST. Probably someone you went to school with or maybe a younger cousin - the ones who upload a hugely dramatic but vague status and then refuse to elaborate on Facebook because they don’t want to seem dramatic. For example:

“Can’t believe I’ve been stupid enough to let this happen again. Well, I’ve learnt my lesson and you can be sure this is the last time. I’m worth more than this and I’m not going to stand for it EVER again.”

Response from one of their Facebook friends:

    “Everything ok hun? Here if you need anything xxx”

Reaction from the drama avoider:

    “Thanks hun, don’t want it all over Facebook. I’ll message you xxx”



The sentimental relative:

You know the ones, normally somebody a bit older, possibly even your mum - the ones who share those god awful ‘Share if you think you’re children are perfect’, ‘My children are always in my heart’ vomit-inducing type posts. WELL I SHOULD BLOODY HOPE SO, MOTHER, we did not need Facebook to help us discover this.


The wannabe reality star:

You can spot this one by the profile picture - long, glossy hair, some kind of bandage dress with ridiculous heels, airbrushed-effect make up, hand on hip, slight pout and standing in front of a full length mirror. Thier album of profile pictures is full of similar shots and their timeline is filled with bedtime selfies, bikini shots and photos of them with a ‘d’ list footballer. 

The ‘lad’:

Probably another one you can’t delete because they’re mates with your siblings or they’re mates with your bezzie’s boyfriend. Their profile pic is normally them downing a pint, doing shots with fellow lads or a group shot of a stag do where they’re all wearing mankinis. Their timeline is full of images from mental nights out, bitching about ‘crazy’ women, petitions to get Jeremy Clarkson back on TV and, their fave, The Lad Bible. Total LOLs. You can smell the Paco Rabanne ‘Million’ from here.


The baller:

Different from ‘The Lad’, this guy wants you to know that he’s winning at life. His profile pic is probably him with his glossy-haired girlfriend in an exotic location. He documents their lavish life and the expensive gifts he buys her, signing off with a cheeky ‘love you baby’, checks in at ALL the impressive locations and uses his status to basically let you know that he’s doing everything you wish you were.

For example:

“Totally loving life in Dubai with my gorgeous lady. Amazing meal followed by buckets of cocktails and AWESOME views and why not? We deserve it!!” at the Burj Khalifa with Sarah Taylor”


Party mum:

Party mum is a completely different kettle of fish to the usual, ‘my baby is the best thing in the whole wide world, look at ALL OF THESE SUPER CUTE PICS’ mum. While she obvs loves her babies, she’s keen to show that she’s more than just a mum. She’s the mum whose profile pic is her out with her fellow mum friends, the mum who posts pics of the bottle of wine she’s planning to tuck into when the kids are asleep and the mum who likes to check-in at all the places she visits when she’s found a babysitter for the night. 

The deep-thinker:

We’re all for the enthusiasm but, seriously, we can’t really get excited about your average Tuesday no matter how many ‘seize the day, live for the moment’ type statuses they post. Their profile pic is probably them at a temple and their timeline is full of deep and meaningful quotes, along with links to newspaper articles about how capitalism is killing us. 

Get me some coffee and talk to me about Ryan Gosling already.


The ‘they’ve got all the good stuff to come’ younger friend:

Ok so this one is mostly because we’re jealous, but all of our friends’ younger siblings/younger relatives’ Facebook profiles are majorly annoying. All of that clear skin, all of those awesome wardrobes and all of the perfectly made up selfies - what happened to those awkward teenage years?! If we had facebook at their age it would be all braces, awful hair and lots of seriously misjudged makeup looks. How did they manage to miss all of this?! Plus they still have that innocence of as time before going to work and paying overinflated rent made you a cynical old human. We miss that.



My mum recently celebrated a milestone birthday (I won't reveal which one 'cos she'll be mad), but my sister and I wanted to something a bit different to celebrate. As part of her prezzie, we decided to take a trip to The Sanderson for afternoon tea. 

I'd been lucky enough to sample the unique 'Alice in Wonderland' themed tea a couple of years ago but, even so, it was such a lovely way to celebrate and I was excited for the details to be revealed to my mum and sister.


As the name would suggest, every element of the tea is themed with Alice in Wonderland. From the menus which are found in the middle of old books, the crockery which is printed with elements of the story and the jewellery boxes that house the sugar cubes,  the intricate details really bring the theme to life. However, the most impressive element is the delicate and unusual sweet treats!


Along with a selection of sandwiches (some served on green bread!), sweet and savoury scones and mini quiches,  the cakes, sweets and jellies really bring the tea to life. As you can see, there were carrot meringues, Victoria sponge clocks, edible chocolate tea cups and, my favourite, 'drink me' potion bottles. Unsurprisingly, it all tasted amazing, as did the unusual teas which we accompanied it with, including mint choc chip and strawberries and cream!


The tea area is set in a beautiful courtyard, which looked particularly gorgeous when the sun decided to make an appearance, and made for a thoroughly lovely afternoon. Our two-hour timeslot flew by and we're already planning our next afternoon tea location! Any suggestions are very welcome below...


Ever get that nagging feeling that you'd love to be a student again? If you were a student in South West London and Oceana Kingston was your Monday/Wednesday night out of choice, these memories may make you feel differently.

1. Pre-drinking in the Kings Tun meant a pitcher for one with a straw. ALL THE CLASS. 

2. You found nothing remotely wrong with queuing, often back to the telephone boxes, to get in, despite the fact you were wearing hardly any clothes/ridiculous heels.

3. When you got savvy, you'd make up any kind of committee to jump the queue and get in via guest list. Go-Karting anyone?

4. Getting in with somebody who had VIP membership meant you'd seriously made it. Even more so if they got champagne in the VIP room. Did somebody say baller?! 

5. You've experienced the shame of being hit on by Bepe DiMarco (so famous we don't even know his non-Eastenders name).

6. You've experienced the greater shame of being hit on by Dean Gaffney. 

7. THAT smell in the cheese room. 

8. Being totally ok with drinking pints of Stella because it was the cheapest thing they had to offer. 

9. The realisation that the DJ in the cheese room was probably older than your dad. Requesting the Baywatch soundtrack from him regardless.

10. The 'feeling like Beyoncé, going to dance on the pole in the ballroom' confidence, followed by ultimate cringing the following morning.

11. A fresher grinding on you in the ballroom.

12. Spending the majority of your night looking for one/all of your mates EVERY BLOODY TIME. 

13. How different things looked when the lights came up and not being completely sure you could manage the steps to the exit.

14. The uncontrollable need for chicken and chips from Chicoland. Definitely never undercooked. Definitely not.

15. Making friends with anyone going in a taxi anywhere, in the hope it would get you roughly where you lived. Ending up at Kingston Hill.

We're both in long-term relationships and, don't get us wrong, we love them. However, sometimes there are things we miss about being single. This is in no part a reflection of our boyfriends, more a missing of that time in your life when nobody moaned at you about leaving your clothes on the floor...and a few other things:

Dates. Sure, bad dates are reeeeeally bad, but there are few things in life that beat the feeling of a great first date. Yes, there are still date nights as a couple, but the romance is kind of lost once one of you starts questioning if the leccy bill has been paid. 

Getting the bed to yourself. Let's face it, after the whole 'let's hug the shit out of each other and fall asleep in each other's arms' phase has passed, co-sleeping is actually pretty annoying. So many limbs to contend with, so much warmth and so many weird sleeping noises. 

Retaining the mystery. Chances are that during the courting phase (yes I did turn into my nan for a second there), whoever you're dating has no idea of the amount of time and effort it take to look so bloody fabulous. Fast forward a couple of years, a shared bathroom and a single medicine cabinet and the air of fabulousness disappears somewhat. 

One set of friends/family. The more the merrier is true to an extent, however, as soon as you get coupled up there are all kinds of diary juggling techniques that need to be used to ensure fair access to both of your loved ones. Come Christmas you may as well just emigrate. 

Freedom of the remote. Want to watch reruns of Keeping up with Kardashians all weekend? Nobody to tell you otherwise when you're the only one managing the remote. Try getting away with that when you have Soccer AM and Sunday Supplement to contend with. 

Your spontaneous self. There's something about being coupled up that makes you less inclined to do things on a whim. Be it the combined social calendars or the lazy nights in, those spontaneous days which turn into nights out just don't seem to happen anymore. 


Does that make us sound really bad?! We hope we're not the only ones. Please share the not-so-secret things you miss or, for the single ladies, the things you love about being single to make us feel less bad!