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That Indian Summer kept dipping its head in and out of the first days of autumn, didn’t it? Last week I did the dog walk in waterproof boots because it was muddy at the park, changed into flip flops for a meeting (gold, special ones ;-)) because the sun was out and because I’d just painted my toenails a lovely red/orange and then left the meeting a few hours later, squelching through puddles with a scarf wrapped around my head to shield off the wind and rain! Wow, do excuse me for that terribly British weather update but here’s what I’m getting at…

Who else tries to limit themselves to 10 minutes max on the Daily Mail Online? And who else fails miserably, winding up goggly eyed, scrolling through stories about which Z-list celebs have just secured a £10,000,000,000,000 contract to be the Face of Flatulence or whatever new perfume/makeup/clothing line is hoping to be the next Kardashian inspired money making hit? I really hope I’m not alone here! Now, apart from the reality TV tripe, there is often a story or two that catches my eye, like the recent one by extremely talented novelist, Raffaella Barker, where she writes about feeling invisible at times and imparts the ways she has helped overcome that. So, my question to you is: Do you ever feel invisible?

There has to be an exclamation at the end of this post title or how else will you hear me SHOUTING about Saturday 12th August?! I’m still buzzing from the excitement of the weekend and for once, it’s not just because of the coffee. I won’t make this a long one (or at least I’ll try not to) but I feel I have to write this down because I want to remember it forever…

When the sun decided to get its shiny little act together around May this year and flatter us with some much needed rays, my thoughts turned immediately to my feet. Panic stricken at the state of my toenails and in a flummox about where I’d stashed last year’s summery footwear (my dog walking boots had been permanently stuck to my feet since last October), I had a mini melt down. It took copious amounts of coffee and a DIY pedi SOS with the brightest nail polish I could find to calm the situation. Now, all I needed were some decent summery shoes…

A few months ago, I was walking down Chiswick High Road feeling a bit fed up with myself. My workload was pretty heavy and I hadn’t made time to get to any exercise classes. Lack of workouts tend to send me into a downward spiral when it comes to my mood and what I eat. In fact, my diet has been pure pants…No, no, no…I haven’t been surviving on a strict diet of Y-fronts and boxers but ‘pants’ as in ‘rubbish’ i.e., pizza, crisps, chocolate, bread, and more chocolate. Really, there has been no holds barred when it comes to carbs and sugar.

2017 is not a bad time in which to be almost 50 or, in fact 60, 70 and beyond. Not only do we have amazing role models in the public eye like Susan Sarandon and Dame Helen Mirren who give the youngsters a run for their money on the red carpet – even overshadowing them sometimes – with their sheer sass and chutzpah. But the over 40s blogging scene is exploding with fabulous women celebrating their age and giving a two finger salute to anyone who dares tell them they ‘shouldn’t be doing this’…or ‘wearing that’ at ‘your age’….O.M.G. The very thought…excuse me while I take a moment!

We all have dreams don’t we? Well, we should, I think. They’re what motivates us and pushes us along to achieve the things in life that are important to us. The things that matter. Dreams can be strong and guide you with tunnel vision to exactly where you’re meant to be. And when they do? Bingo! You’ve hit the jackpot in lif

I hope you all had a wonderful Easter and a relaxing looooooooong weekend! I know I did. So busy drinking cocktails relaxing was I that I barely bothered to check my Twitter and Instagram accounts and even Facebook only got a cursory daily scroll through. Putting FOMO (that’s Fear Of Missing Out, mother) aside, I found that I really liked my mini digital detox and have vowed to do it more often.

If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you’ll know that I am a little bit easy-breezy in my attitude to looking and feeling fab as I age. Yes, I like to try to look and feel my best (as much as life getting in the way allows) but I like it to be e-a-s-y. It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s more that I  like things to be achievable and sustainable – not too much faff, you know?

At the beginning of February I was invited in to see the lovely team at Bodyvie Medi-clinic in Richmond to talk about their latest treatment – the Bios Square Epil Laser which, I’m told, is the fastest permanent hair removal laser in the world and up to 3 times faster than standard hair removal lasers.  I’d been in a slight panic about my woolly mammoth legs for some time – but seeing as the weather hasn’t exactly been leg-baring, I’d felt safe enough. However, the odd flash of furry ankles during fitness classes recently had me deciding I can’t hold off anymore – so, I began to think, ‘why not be fuzz-free forever?’

As a child, I used to look up to my mum as if she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen – I still do! The waft of her Rive Gauche fragrance as she glammed up at her dressing table, ready to go out on the town with dad, the perfect roast dinners she made on a Sunday and her health and beauty rituals such as massaging in a face-full of cold cream before sleeping and the sharing out of spoonfuls of Cod Liver Oil with the family.

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Are you sitting comfortably? I’m about to have a rant!

WARNING: RANT AHEAD…

I don’t know about you, but I seem to be having an attack of the ‘I can’t deals’. I’m just so done with the ridiculous onslaught of health and beauty ‘rules’ that clog up my social media newsfeed everyday.  Yes, I am all for healthy living and trying to be the best you, but 100 Instagram posts an hour stating: ‘mmmm smashed avocado!’ *thumbs up emoji*  or a ‘ Just can’t live without this ‘delicious’ and healthy kale and seaweed smoothie’ *strong arm emoji* are just too much. Purleaaaase *eye roll emoji*.

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Ok, I’ve nearly eaten all of the Christmas leftovers and I’ve packed away the baubles and tinsel, so I guess it’s time to start looking at the New Year with a Feel Fantastic rather than Feel Flabtastic attitude. Having learnt from experience, I’m not one to go hell for leather with the resolutions as I think going extreme just sets you up to fail. And we’ve all written that list, haven’t we? You know the one…

  • Lose 2 stone
  • Change out of dog walking clothes into stylish clothes every day (and by smart I don’t mean ironed pyjamas)
  • Run 10 miles 3 times a week
  • Eat kale not cake
  • Brush hair every day
  • Only drink wine at weekends

I mean, how on earth is any of that ever realistically going to happen in my life? Instead, I am going to focus on attainable goals in 2017 that may not give me that Instagram worthy body I will always secretly covet, but it will give me a healthier, happier outlook on life and that’s what’s important.

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Having a quick scroll through Twitter I realise I’m not on my own when it comes to feeling a bit in limbo between Christmas and New Year. It’s a strange few days isn’t it? I feel a little bit like Alice in Wonderland in a weird parallel universe…it’s my life but not my life. Things look normal outside but they’re somehow off-kilter. Even the weather is an odd mixture – bright sunshine, frost, cold winds and then warm patches (but that last bit may be a hot flush.) Anyway, it’s strange and I feel strange…

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Dear 2016,

You’re starting to look a little festive and sparkly – I guess you’re ready to make your fond farewell. So now is the perfect time to have a little chat about how you got on. Thank you for having me around for the last 12 months, it’s been great knowing you, but before you go, there are few things I’d like to discuss in order to ensure that 2017 is even more fabulous than you…