Can you believe it? I’m a scientist with a degree! YES, Finally.
The journey hasn't been as pleasant as I had liked and I have documented the entire 3 years over on this blog and this youtube channel. Go sub to them both as you can see my findings soon over there! Yes it's a raw and emotional diary. I have loved keeping it!
Finally finished my degree and onwards to better things. While the nutrition degree is so interesting and important - and I love helping my clients - I simply can’t help but continue to love my nutrition writing which brings me to a very exciting piece of news.
September I am proud to say I am going to start an MA which is a Masters degree in Creative Non Fiction Writing. Of course I will also be telling stories which is an absolute passion of mine! The tough time I have had at university has shown me exactly what I do want to be doing with my life. Making it happen is possible but I was never raised to believe in the dream coming true so I feel I’ve a little bit of a block there which I need to overcome. I will, I know. And you guys will help me too this I know. Sharing these posts is great. Thank you for every time you do that.
My current books can be found on this amazon page and of course there are lots more to come - watch this space.
Thursday, 7 June 2018
Thursday, 8 March 2018
I thought I knew about music until...
My next few posts are random (seemingly) yet do tie in with the Lusher life hypothesis.
Kindly indulge my story telling as it's a sure way to heal from the inside out.
We were the family who had music on constantly from before I was born. Dad would sing non stop. My images of him at the washing up bowl are precious. Knowing every line and every word, shaking his head in laughter as he realised he didn't have the same range as Karen Carpenter.
My brother Steve also had music running through his blood in the shape of notes rather than the usual doughnut shaped red blood cells. His funeral saw a rather controversial mix for the church. Gary Glitter, "DO you wanna be in my gang." Then "Bohemian Rhapsody" (needs no introduction as to who's masterpiece that was) for the procession out of the church. The service gave us a bond with both the Rev and the church itself and when I had my twins the following year we all chose a much more traditional "Sing Hosanna" for our Christening. I say 'ours' as yes it was the three of us. My first time. I waited for them. A special day indeed - I cried tears of joy at how blessed I was.
The surgery I had 8 weeks before had seen 'them' trying to fix an issue as I spent most of my pregnancy profoundly Deaf. All of labour and most of beyond all I could hear were faint muffles and the odd 's' and quickly learned to lip read. I began to wonder how I would enjoy music again and researched listening through vibrations. The doctors were all pretty sure my hearing issues were caused by infection and the scans that followed on my head revealed Mastioditis. An infection within the mastoid bone behind the ear. In no uncertain terms I was informed if this wasn't treated I would die within ten years. The infection would spread through the skull and into the brain, causing meningitis or brain abccess.
My ear drum was non existent in the right ear as the infection had destroyed it. The ear drum in the left ear was retracted and therefore not vibrating correctly. These were two things they could not correct. Yet the life saving surgery when the twins were just 5 months old was pretty miraculous. They removed a rather large part of the skull bone as well as a hearing bone and attempted to build me a new ear drum. After recovery, which seemed to take forever, my hearing test revealed I now had 30% hearing in my right ear and 70% in my left. Not always easy in the wrong circumstances; but I'd take those results happily.
Music. Always on. Never un-listened to. Yet often just ringing away in the background, unannounced. Helping with the rhythm of the heart beat. As it does.
I grew up. Music; Always on. Thankfully in a wonderful setting of being an Operations Manager for wonderful events all over the country and seeing so much live music.
One of my venues saw an unbreakable bond with Steve and Lulu. Steve was a musical genius. I loved him. He looked like a better-looking version of my brother and I could never get enough of spending time with him. Lulu was the level headed one of the outfit and seemingly tough yet big hearted. She was one of the few who could push me and push me and push some more and not make me cry. Push with what? Well, these guys ran a school of performing arts at one of our venues which was a stunning mix of members bars, restaurants and the hall with fully functioning (although velvet green) curtains in front of the stage. I was very young and the work pressures were huge. Multi site manager at 22. Crazy. So Steve and Lulu filled my life in remarkable ways for which I remain eternally thankful. A few hours a week Steve would teach me to play keyboard. Finally. A dream I had begged my parents for as a child. I was always told 'yes' - but no piano lessons ever manifested. My parents bought me an orange Bontempi keyboard and I taught myself how to read a little music (in the days before Youtube) and stuck stickers with F A C E on the corresponding keys and attempted to teach myself some melodies. I would sit for hours crossed legged on my bedroom floor with my keyboard. Other than that, I was a bored child. The Blue Danube became my favourite. Although the top octave was missing on the keys and that was always an ear bleeding moment to miss the essential note.
Steve and I struggled to unlearn bad habits. Singing was definitely always the better lesson. Those couple of hours each week allowed me to leave my work at the swinging doors as I put Martin the head chef in charge. He wouldn't disturb unless it was totally necessary.
Steve and Lulu had a beautiful baby girl, CJ. She loved me and I loved her. My maternal needs were met as I would pick her up and carry her around far more than necessary. She was to sing "Mary Mary quite contrary" at the next show. Carrying a small watering can while 'watering' flowers on the stage. Ahh my heart melted. Lulu and Steve both suggested I sing at the show. I thought instantly Nope.
I did sing in the show. Of course.
I remember the black dress with small white polka dots. I remember how super slim I was. I remember the nerves. Which was the only time ever I used to get nervous. So, very nervously confident, I took the mic and sang a duet with a friend, "I know him so well." Then a stunning occasion I will never forget as I stood beside Steve at the piano - just the piano - and enjoyed "I honestly love you" which was soft and heart breaking. Finishing off with something crazy, upbeat and unique - Steve arranged the music and I wrote the lyrics! Mad times I will never forget.
Lulu came in to rehearsals and walked backwards calling out,
"Louder." another step back,
"More breath," another step,
"Can't quite hear you," another step,
"You need to fill the back of this hall."
I grinned. She couldn't go any further. The back wall was behind her. Haha, what a lovely and tough way to get my perimeters stretched. I love her still now.
My highlight of that show was an amazing young teenager singing a haunting version of Bridge over Troubled Water - I wonder if Lulu remembers. Goosebumps and welled eyes.
Life got busy, I moved on from that venue and continued to enjoy music everywhere but never giving it the same attention as this time. I tried to use it to bond with Dad at times. Christmas eve would see him glancing past mum at church (she always sat between us) as he tried to reach the top note on "hark the herald angels sing" and laughing at himself. Rolling his eyes as I managed it, albeit often with a winter croak.
Spain, I forget the year, and it rained. Dad, as a sun worshipper had the right old miseries. Didn't we know it. So, my thinking head saw a plan. Not quite the scale of events I was used to at work but I felt we would get him in a great mood with some karaoke and a few drinks. So I researched when this was to be and took my iPod into the gym to begin that 'singing in your head' practice.
"Don't rain on my parade." It was going to be impressive. Dad would be impressed. He might just love me on this day.
Giggling, we all felt the effects of a couple of drinks with dinner and I submitted Dads song choice. He nailed it in his usual 'just singing along to the radio' kind of way. I praised him massively with my big heart as I always would.
Begging my good ear not to fail me now as I took to the stage and began listening to the backing track filling the room with orchestral gusto, I hit the first note bang on, always a good thing.
The version I had listened to over and over was different in the mid section and I totally lost my timing. Ouch. Never mind, didn't matter, I carried on and the climax at the end was, I was sure, my time to shine. Yep. Got that too. Leaving the stage faster than the applause stopped, I grinned as I sat back down.
"What happened there?" Dad simply criticised. I was crushed.
So fast forward to my first year at university at London Met. There was hearsay that I might be transferring for the next 3 years to a uni closer to home and I began to find every nook and cranny on their website to see what this uni was all about.
There was a choir.
Ohh.
No need for auditions.
Ohh.
Maybe they would be, like, musical theatre type - which was an indulgence for me while driving alone in the car! Maybe.
"I'm going to join the choir Dad." And he was supportive and encouraging.
Determined to enjoy the Christmas concert, I found out more and decided to go. Yet, for reasons which the detail escapes me now, I got overly busy with work and university coursework that I didn't go.
"I'll get us tickets and we can go to the Christmas Concert." I announced to Mum and Dad. We did. It was special. Taking to our seats, with mum between Dad and I as usual, we began to hear the first bars of music. And then, it was time for the choir to begin.
Gosh.
They were incredible. More than incredible.
I leaned back around mums head and looked at Dad. We both were grinning as I shook my head in disbelief. We both knew I couldn't sing like that or be a part of the choir. Driving home we discussed how I had possibly bitten off more than I could chew but I would still try anyway and the following concert mum and dad would be coming to see me in the 'non-auditioning' (thank goodness) choir.
Three weeks later Dad suddenly died.
What followed next was more than a difficult time.
He died without ever saying I love you. While I was able to tell him that while I watched him slipping away in a coma in ICU, I never heard those words.
Everything fell on my shoulders. Helping Mum, arranging the funeral (that was an amazing funeral thanks to my event planning experience and it was also a fantastic way of coping), sorting everything financial out. I actually googled "What to do when someone dies." It's crazy how specific all the paperwork is.
Trying to remain at University was a challenge.
Going to choir was going to be impossible.
Shortly after, Mum suffered a massive heart attack which saw her in ICU for a week and in hospital for months. She wanted me there day and night. Laptop at the bedside I kept on studying, determined with the bit in my teeth to not give up. My personal tutor was zero help - less said about that the better.
The surgeons operating on Mum noticed something we had always just put down to her being a bit daft. Sounding disrespectful but this was something mum was famous for and people loved her for. The same phrases over and over and laughing at things that really weren't funny. "Ohh your mum is lovely." People would say. Without the full time irritation of dealing with the inappropriateness of her manner.
Fast forward to a dementia diagnosis. Mum has alzheimers and vascular dementia. This as well as being left with type 2 heart block, mum can't live alone and has moved in with me and the twins. Taking a lot of time and effort from all 3 of us but obviously we wouldn't have her anywhere else.
Choir wasn't happening.
Until my final term approached in January. Coupled with a mini meltdown of putting everyone else first. The old phrase of 'put on your own oxygen mask before helping others' began to come clear in my eyes as I was taken ill.
"What are WE all going to do if you end up in hospital?" Mum questioned which highlighted a million emotions for me. So it was decided. Mondays would be my night when someone else would take care of mum and I would goto choir as well as dance on the way home.
So, today sees me over the joy and worry of holding a Mozart score - nothing like those days of music with Steve and Lulu - and while I began as part of the choir very hard on myself and a little disappointed in the lack of show tunes, speedily I have learned to love it. Messaging a now grown up CJ:
Me:I need your genius, can you help me?
CJ:Sure what do you need?
Me:Everything! Everything Mozart.
CJ: That's pretty heavy for a new choir
Me: It's just me who's new, not the choir!
CJ began to list what is a rest, how to know when to breathe (still not mastered that one despite the strongest lungs in the world when underwater swimming!) and a host of other amazingly 'change the game' tips.
Does it matter than I'm going to sing less than perfectly? No. I'll get parts wrong. I'll keep quiet at times. Music is feeding my soul once again and I have met some totally incredible people, reigniting my passion for life. And faith in humans. A new friend who is performing solo actually had me moved to tears at rehearsal recently and I realised I actually can barely sing. Yet my journey will continue as I appreciate what I can do, hear and feel through the genius of music.
Late into the night yesterday I messaged Lulu. "What is it about music?" I asked, knowing she would understand my question without the need for further explanation.
"Emotive connection. Linked to growth, ideology and cognitive memory."
And really, that's all that matters. As always, it's about the feeling.
Next week is the concert. The last time I was in the chapel was with Dad who was known as Danny.
Our finale? LondonDerry Air - (Oh Danny boy.)
Ironic.
Beautiful.
Kindly indulge my story telling as it's a sure way to heal from the inside out.
We were the family who had music on constantly from before I was born. Dad would sing non stop. My images of him at the washing up bowl are precious. Knowing every line and every word, shaking his head in laughter as he realised he didn't have the same range as Karen Carpenter.
My brother Steve also had music running through his blood in the shape of notes rather than the usual doughnut shaped red blood cells. His funeral saw a rather controversial mix for the church. Gary Glitter, "DO you wanna be in my gang." Then "Bohemian Rhapsody" (needs no introduction as to who's masterpiece that was) for the procession out of the church. The service gave us a bond with both the Rev and the church itself and when I had my twins the following year we all chose a much more traditional "Sing Hosanna" for our Christening. I say 'ours' as yes it was the three of us. My first time. I waited for them. A special day indeed - I cried tears of joy at how blessed I was.
The surgery I had 8 weeks before had seen 'them' trying to fix an issue as I spent most of my pregnancy profoundly Deaf. All of labour and most of beyond all I could hear were faint muffles and the odd 's' and quickly learned to lip read. I began to wonder how I would enjoy music again and researched listening through vibrations. The doctors were all pretty sure my hearing issues were caused by infection and the scans that followed on my head revealed Mastioditis. An infection within the mastoid bone behind the ear. In no uncertain terms I was informed if this wasn't treated I would die within ten years. The infection would spread through the skull and into the brain, causing meningitis or brain abccess.
My ear drum was non existent in the right ear as the infection had destroyed it. The ear drum in the left ear was retracted and therefore not vibrating correctly. These were two things they could not correct. Yet the life saving surgery when the twins were just 5 months old was pretty miraculous. They removed a rather large part of the skull bone as well as a hearing bone and attempted to build me a new ear drum. After recovery, which seemed to take forever, my hearing test revealed I now had 30% hearing in my right ear and 70% in my left. Not always easy in the wrong circumstances; but I'd take those results happily.
Music. Always on. Never un-listened to. Yet often just ringing away in the background, unannounced. Helping with the rhythm of the heart beat. As it does.
I grew up. Music; Always on. Thankfully in a wonderful setting of being an Operations Manager for wonderful events all over the country and seeing so much live music.
One of my venues saw an unbreakable bond with Steve and Lulu. Steve was a musical genius. I loved him. He looked like a better-looking version of my brother and I could never get enough of spending time with him. Lulu was the level headed one of the outfit and seemingly tough yet big hearted. She was one of the few who could push me and push me and push some more and not make me cry. Push with what? Well, these guys ran a school of performing arts at one of our venues which was a stunning mix of members bars, restaurants and the hall with fully functioning (although velvet green) curtains in front of the stage. I was very young and the work pressures were huge. Multi site manager at 22. Crazy. So Steve and Lulu filled my life in remarkable ways for which I remain eternally thankful. A few hours a week Steve would teach me to play keyboard. Finally. A dream I had begged my parents for as a child. I was always told 'yes' - but no piano lessons ever manifested. My parents bought me an orange Bontempi keyboard and I taught myself how to read a little music (in the days before Youtube) and stuck stickers with F A C E on the corresponding keys and attempted to teach myself some melodies. I would sit for hours crossed legged on my bedroom floor with my keyboard. Other than that, I was a bored child. The Blue Danube became my favourite. Although the top octave was missing on the keys and that was always an ear bleeding moment to miss the essential note.
Steve and I struggled to unlearn bad habits. Singing was definitely always the better lesson. Those couple of hours each week allowed me to leave my work at the swinging doors as I put Martin the head chef in charge. He wouldn't disturb unless it was totally necessary.
Steve and Lulu had a beautiful baby girl, CJ. She loved me and I loved her. My maternal needs were met as I would pick her up and carry her around far more than necessary. She was to sing "Mary Mary quite contrary" at the next show. Carrying a small watering can while 'watering' flowers on the stage. Ahh my heart melted. Lulu and Steve both suggested I sing at the show. I thought instantly Nope.
I did sing in the show. Of course.
I remember the black dress with small white polka dots. I remember how super slim I was. I remember the nerves. Which was the only time ever I used to get nervous. So, very nervously confident, I took the mic and sang a duet with a friend, "I know him so well." Then a stunning occasion I will never forget as I stood beside Steve at the piano - just the piano - and enjoyed "I honestly love you" which was soft and heart breaking. Finishing off with something crazy, upbeat and unique - Steve arranged the music and I wrote the lyrics! Mad times I will never forget.
Lulu came in to rehearsals and walked backwards calling out,
"Louder." another step back,
"More breath," another step,
"Can't quite hear you," another step,
"You need to fill the back of this hall."
I grinned. She couldn't go any further. The back wall was behind her. Haha, what a lovely and tough way to get my perimeters stretched. I love her still now.
My highlight of that show was an amazing young teenager singing a haunting version of Bridge over Troubled Water - I wonder if Lulu remembers. Goosebumps and welled eyes.
Life got busy, I moved on from that venue and continued to enjoy music everywhere but never giving it the same attention as this time. I tried to use it to bond with Dad at times. Christmas eve would see him glancing past mum at church (she always sat between us) as he tried to reach the top note on "hark the herald angels sing" and laughing at himself. Rolling his eyes as I managed it, albeit often with a winter croak.
Spain, I forget the year, and it rained. Dad, as a sun worshipper had the right old miseries. Didn't we know it. So, my thinking head saw a plan. Not quite the scale of events I was used to at work but I felt we would get him in a great mood with some karaoke and a few drinks. So I researched when this was to be and took my iPod into the gym to begin that 'singing in your head' practice.
"Don't rain on my parade." It was going to be impressive. Dad would be impressed. He might just love me on this day.
Giggling, we all felt the effects of a couple of drinks with dinner and I submitted Dads song choice. He nailed it in his usual 'just singing along to the radio' kind of way. I praised him massively with my big heart as I always would.
Begging my good ear not to fail me now as I took to the stage and began listening to the backing track filling the room with orchestral gusto, I hit the first note bang on, always a good thing.
The version I had listened to over and over was different in the mid section and I totally lost my timing. Ouch. Never mind, didn't matter, I carried on and the climax at the end was, I was sure, my time to shine. Yep. Got that too. Leaving the stage faster than the applause stopped, I grinned as I sat back down.
"What happened there?" Dad simply criticised. I was crushed.
So fast forward to my first year at university at London Met. There was hearsay that I might be transferring for the next 3 years to a uni closer to home and I began to find every nook and cranny on their website to see what this uni was all about.
There was a choir.
Ohh.
No need for auditions.
Ohh.
Maybe they would be, like, musical theatre type - which was an indulgence for me while driving alone in the car! Maybe.
"I'm going to join the choir Dad." And he was supportive and encouraging.
Determined to enjoy the Christmas concert, I found out more and decided to go. Yet, for reasons which the detail escapes me now, I got overly busy with work and university coursework that I didn't go.
"I'll get us tickets and we can go to the Christmas Concert." I announced to Mum and Dad. We did. It was special. Taking to our seats, with mum between Dad and I as usual, we began to hear the first bars of music. And then, it was time for the choir to begin.
Gosh.
They were incredible. More than incredible.
I leaned back around mums head and looked at Dad. We both were grinning as I shook my head in disbelief. We both knew I couldn't sing like that or be a part of the choir. Driving home we discussed how I had possibly bitten off more than I could chew but I would still try anyway and the following concert mum and dad would be coming to see me in the 'non-auditioning' (thank goodness) choir.
Three weeks later Dad suddenly died.
What followed next was more than a difficult time.
He died without ever saying I love you. While I was able to tell him that while I watched him slipping away in a coma in ICU, I never heard those words.
Everything fell on my shoulders. Helping Mum, arranging the funeral (that was an amazing funeral thanks to my event planning experience and it was also a fantastic way of coping), sorting everything financial out. I actually googled "What to do when someone dies." It's crazy how specific all the paperwork is.
Trying to remain at University was a challenge.
Going to choir was going to be impossible.
Shortly after, Mum suffered a massive heart attack which saw her in ICU for a week and in hospital for months. She wanted me there day and night. Laptop at the bedside I kept on studying, determined with the bit in my teeth to not give up. My personal tutor was zero help - less said about that the better.
The surgeons operating on Mum noticed something we had always just put down to her being a bit daft. Sounding disrespectful but this was something mum was famous for and people loved her for. The same phrases over and over and laughing at things that really weren't funny. "Ohh your mum is lovely." People would say. Without the full time irritation of dealing with the inappropriateness of her manner.
Fast forward to a dementia diagnosis. Mum has alzheimers and vascular dementia. This as well as being left with type 2 heart block, mum can't live alone and has moved in with me and the twins. Taking a lot of time and effort from all 3 of us but obviously we wouldn't have her anywhere else.
Choir wasn't happening.
Until my final term approached in January. Coupled with a mini meltdown of putting everyone else first. The old phrase of 'put on your own oxygen mask before helping others' began to come clear in my eyes as I was taken ill.
"What are WE all going to do if you end up in hospital?" Mum questioned which highlighted a million emotions for me. So it was decided. Mondays would be my night when someone else would take care of mum and I would goto choir as well as dance on the way home.
So, today sees me over the joy and worry of holding a Mozart score - nothing like those days of music with Steve and Lulu - and while I began as part of the choir very hard on myself and a little disappointed in the lack of show tunes, speedily I have learned to love it. Messaging a now grown up CJ:
Me:I need your genius, can you help me?
CJ:Sure what do you need?
Me:Everything! Everything Mozart.
CJ: That's pretty heavy for a new choir
Me: It's just me who's new, not the choir!
CJ began to list what is a rest, how to know when to breathe (still not mastered that one despite the strongest lungs in the world when underwater swimming!) and a host of other amazingly 'change the game' tips.
Does it matter than I'm going to sing less than perfectly? No. I'll get parts wrong. I'll keep quiet at times. Music is feeding my soul once again and I have met some totally incredible people, reigniting my passion for life. And faith in humans. A new friend who is performing solo actually had me moved to tears at rehearsal recently and I realised I actually can barely sing. Yet my journey will continue as I appreciate what I can do, hear and feel through the genius of music.
Late into the night yesterday I messaged Lulu. "What is it about music?" I asked, knowing she would understand my question without the need for further explanation.
"Emotive connection. Linked to growth, ideology and cognitive memory."
And really, that's all that matters. As always, it's about the feeling.
Next week is the concert. The last time I was in the chapel was with Dad who was known as Danny.
Our finale? LondonDerry Air - (Oh Danny boy.)
Ironic.
Beautiful.
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Monday, 9 October 2017
Confused - Because I want it all.
Guys, I'm usually here giving you a little bit of advice.
Today I fancy having yours...
Maybe you will relate. In fact, if you have ever had a dream I am fairly sure you will relate.
If you have followed my blog for some time now you will know I am a mature student at university. I do love my course. I love the sense of achievement and having deadlines to meet. Routine is great and I totally love it. Subjects fill me with so much passion for science and the nutritional direction in which public health is going.
However..... part of me really wants to carry on and do a PhD. This might lead to a great job. Do I want a JOB? Is it really the dream? OR is the dream to write, travel, make films? To be honest, I think it is yet I get caught up in the whirlwind of study and achieving.
Writing on this blog, for example, the only person patting me on the back is you, the reader. Sometimes even showing me with the view counts. So while I haven't been paying so much attention to my views recently, I have just hopped over and taken a look. I'm astounded. Amazing... since my Najowrimo (about Journalling) blog post a couple of weeks ago there are so many of you have signed up to get my blog posts to your inbox via the signup box on this website and I feel that is a definite pat on the back. Thank you.
If you have ever tried meditating on 'what you really want' you might be amazed and surprised. I intend to begin creating such meditations. Honestly since the law of attraction came into my life so much has changed. It's incredible. So, then I get inspired to show you guys once again where to start with the law of attraction, what it has done for me and how you can live your life the law of attraction way to really go and live your dreams.....
What would you do???
Today I fancy having yours...
Maybe you will relate. In fact, if you have ever had a dream I am fairly sure you will relate.
If you have followed my blog for some time now you will know I am a mature student at university. I do love my course. I love the sense of achievement and having deadlines to meet. Routine is great and I totally love it. Subjects fill me with so much passion for science and the nutritional direction in which public health is going.
However..... part of me really wants to carry on and do a PhD. This might lead to a great job. Do I want a JOB? Is it really the dream? OR is the dream to write, travel, make films? To be honest, I think it is yet I get caught up in the whirlwind of study and achieving.
Writing on this blog, for example, the only person patting me on the back is you, the reader. Sometimes even showing me with the view counts. So while I haven't been paying so much attention to my views recently, I have just hopped over and taken a look. I'm astounded. Amazing... since my Najowrimo (about Journalling) blog post a couple of weeks ago there are so many of you have signed up to get my blog posts to your inbox via the signup box on this website and I feel that is a definite pat on the back. Thank you.
If you have ever tried meditating on 'what you really want' you might be amazed and surprised. I intend to begin creating such meditations. Honestly since the law of attraction came into my life so much has changed. It's incredible. So, then I get inspired to show you guys once again where to start with the law of attraction, what it has done for me and how you can live your life the law of attraction way to really go and live your dreams.....
Living my dream... |
What would you do???
Monday, 26 September 2016
First day back at university
As a second year human nutrition student I'm feeling excited.
Waking at 5am has become no stranger to me just lately. You may have seen from my Youtube channel I am tweaking my health right now. Since that, I can wake early and feel refreshed. Although I still get tired later on, I decided to embrace the day and get up. Letting you guys into the secret of how I am feeling!
Yes I am definitely excited to be getting back into the lecture theatre.
Today we study cardiology which will help me fantastically in keeping an eye on Scott as he continues to recover from Myocarditis.
Our lecturer is amazing. She's beautiful to watch as she presents, funny and engaging. I adore lessons with her and others who are like her. Doesn't a teacher make all the difference! Crazy eh.
Of course, I won't be forgetting you guys and this blog, quite the opposite in fact. I aim to use the library as a hideaway where I can work until I'm done then I go home. Only then! I always overfill my to do list but I want to achieve all the things I want to achieve. Telling you guys my stories and sharing any knowledge I feel you might like to know!
Recently, I have published a new blog which is ideally for those wanting to find out about studying nutrition and dietetics yet this is a year behind. For example, a year today will see a post about starting year 2 (which is actually today!). If you are interested in learning the science of what I get up to, head over there by clicking here.http://nutritionstudentdiary.blogspot.co.uk
If it's nutrition you want to hear about rather than the science of what I'm learning then there is a better blog for you here.
On top of all that, you can sign up to get posts in your inbox on the right hand side of this page and I will be sending a monthly newsletter now which you can sign up to here for FREE :) Yay we all love free stuff.
I'd love to hear your comments. What are you up to at this time of year? Are you looking forward to Halloween? Who dresses up? What about the leaves changing colour this autumn? Gorgeous!
Have an awesome day you awesome lot
Love always
Louise xoxo
Waking at 5am has become no stranger to me just lately. You may have seen from my Youtube channel I am tweaking my health right now. Since that, I can wake early and feel refreshed. Although I still get tired later on, I decided to embrace the day and get up. Letting you guys into the secret of how I am feeling!
Yes I am definitely excited to be getting back into the lecture theatre.
Today we study cardiology which will help me fantastically in keeping an eye on Scott as he continues to recover from Myocarditis.
Our lecturer is amazing. She's beautiful to watch as she presents, funny and engaging. I adore lessons with her and others who are like her. Doesn't a teacher make all the difference! Crazy eh.
Of course, I won't be forgetting you guys and this blog, quite the opposite in fact. I aim to use the library as a hideaway where I can work until I'm done then I go home. Only then! I always overfill my to do list but I want to achieve all the things I want to achieve. Telling you guys my stories and sharing any knowledge I feel you might like to know!
Recently, I have published a new blog which is ideally for those wanting to find out about studying nutrition and dietetics yet this is a year behind. For example, a year today will see a post about starting year 2 (which is actually today!). If you are interested in learning the science of what I get up to, head over there by clicking here.http://nutritionstudentdiary.blogspot.co.uk
If it's nutrition you want to hear about rather than the science of what I'm learning then there is a better blog for you here.
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Have an awesome day you awesome lot
Love always
Louise xoxo
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Sunday, 13 December 2015
Vlogmas 2015 in London
You guys know me well enough by now to know that I'm always uber busy!
Who isn't? We all are these days, especially at this time of year. University excitement, exams, busy hairdressing days and of course Christmas shopping/wrapping up. Not to forget I'm taxi to wonderful teenage twins. I love it all.
Although occasionally, I do wish I had 'elastic time'. You know, able to make it stretch further to get more done. Like blogging for example. I love blogging and I always have so much to say!!! I'll get there I know. In fact I already feel there is a massive improvement in my time management going on.
So I would like to share with you this blog post with my latest vlogmas video. I have more to edit which I shall do the minute I have posted this blog post up for you all to see.
How are your Christmas preparations going? What are you doing for Christmas? I would love to know. Comment below to share with me! If you are doing Vlogmas, feel free to share your link below to spread the word!
Have a wonderful Sunday
Much love
Louise
xoxo
PS: January can be gloomy. I will be brightening you all up with a wonderful giveaway worth £90! That's a brand new wonderful bottle of Say Si intense. I believe you can't get this in the states so I will be opening up to a global giveaway. Make sure you are subscribed to receive updates by email.
Thursday, 5 November 2015
Meeting Tyler Oakley and Stephen H Vlog
Good morning everyone!
How's life treating you all? How was your halloween? Gosh, I feel like there is so much to catch up on between you and I. Honestly, things have been manic here as always and as you know by now, checking in with my blog is just the best - I love it. My place of retreat and love. <3
My theory about firework night is this: in Kent, we seem to get a turn in the weather right after the 5th of November and typically when we see our first frost. I'm hoping it holds out for a few more days. I've yet another exciting weekend coming up and you don't want to miss this one! I will of course be vlogging it but also taking some photos to share with you. If you haven't already, sign up on the right hand side of the page to get my blogs sent straight to your inbox. It's a great way to keep up with all your favourite blogs.
Meanwhile, I am procrastinating - I really must get back to some Uni work! I'm getting behind on projects which is super crazy. So early in the year too! This is going to be quite a ride.
Much love
Louise xoxo
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Monday, 21 September 2015
New beginnings.
Anyone felt anxious?
Deep breath. Much love
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New start; telling yourself you're fine?
Out of your comfort zone. You'll be fine.
Then the heart beats.
You remember. You're Human. No matter how much you try to embrace what the gurus tell you.
I decided to wipe the slate clean today.
I'll eat better. Drink less coffee and milk.
Exercise more to sort out my dodgy back.
Be less anxious.
More confident.
Worry less.
All these things...
I can do it. You tell yourself.
Then the heart beats just a little too hard.
Nevertheless; determined to keep living life to its fullest, you push yourself.
I hear you. I'm there too.
Today's dawn was beautiful.
Good morning brand new day. How are you? Cos I'm brand new too.
Brand new me.
Embracing the law of attraction.
Getting to grips with the science of human nutrition. My love. My passion.
Beginning at a new university.
Climbing these stairs to a wonderful new start.
Deep breath. Can I do it?
I'm going to honour myself by trying. Just as hard as I can.
Embracing the law of attraction.
Are you with me?
We are human. Remind yourself!
Yet we can do this.
Perhaps not the coffee part.
Here's a new doorway to a new start!
Are you with me?
Deep breath. Much love
Louise xoxo
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Friday, 11 September 2015
A new chapter begins - All registered at University
Are you off to University in the next couple of weeks?
How do you feel?
Are you a 1st year fresher?
Where are you off to?
Yesterday saw the beginning of a new chapter for me too. I completed my registration to my new university. In case you didn't see my story so far:
Last year I was in London for my first year at uni. I loved this place. Didn't mind the travel either. Although it played it's part with taking a bit of my health. Being a "Spoonie" with Crohns, I need to give that lots of respect.... So I have now transferred to a lovely university close to home!
Open day after open day, I have gone along to do my research. Reaching a place where research was all done, there was still something I was unsure about. Knowing I would be missing my friends from London, the comfort of knowing where the rooms were, how the hygiene worked in the super lab, enjoying my time on the train... I needed to feel 100% about making the move.
Little by little, the universe (not university, the universe) has showed me nuggets of painful twinges here and there and so many reasons to make the switch. Plus, at my new local uni they are so super friendly and sweet. They have already told me they would like to get me onboard with mentoring and training the others which is what I adore doing. Feeling 'looked after' there is just priceless.
So, look out Science and biochemistry, I'm coming for you.
How do you feel?
Are you a 1st year fresher?
Where are you off to?
Yesterday saw the beginning of a new chapter for me too. I completed my registration to my new university. In case you didn't see my story so far:
Last year I was in London for my first year at uni. I loved this place. Didn't mind the travel either. Although it played it's part with taking a bit of my health. Being a "Spoonie" with Crohns, I need to give that lots of respect.... So I have now transferred to a lovely university close to home!
Open day after open day, I have gone along to do my research. Reaching a place where research was all done, there was still something I was unsure about. Knowing I would be missing my friends from London, the comfort of knowing where the rooms were, how the hygiene worked in the super lab, enjoying my time on the train... I needed to feel 100% about making the move.
Little by little, the universe (not university, the universe) has showed me nuggets of painful twinges here and there and so many reasons to make the switch. Plus, at my new local uni they are so super friendly and sweet. They have already told me they would like to get me onboard with mentoring and training the others which is what I adore doing. Feeling 'looked after' there is just priceless.
So, look out Science and biochemistry, I'm coming for you.
Nutrition at its best, I am excited to extend my knowledge through evidence based science and research and share with you my findings online here. I have a dream to help as many people as possible to get well through changing diet and lifestyle. This has been a huge learning curve for me as I have learned to live with my diagnosis.
I would love you to head over to my nutrition blog and follow me there as I share this specific information. You owe it to your body (ohh; cheesy!)
Plus I will be sharing more and more health and cooking stuff on my Youtube channel too!
In the next couple of weeks I am considering sharing with you my vulnerable reasons for doing what I'm doing and my dreams for the future and where I would like to be. What do you think? Would you like to see this? Are you still reading this far in - as I would love you to leave me a comment. This blog gets hundreds of views per day (which is mind blowing) yet I often don't know what you are all thinking. This is my invitation to you for you to let me know. Get in touch, leave a comment or tweet me. I would love your support with my journey.
A new chapter begins.
Much love
Louise xoxo
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Wednesday, 9 September 2015
Autumn Fast approaching
Just yesterday, I stood in Marks and Spencer and took this quick snapshot on my phone.
With views of browns and blacks, sensible shoes with a sensible grip, it can only mean one thing. Buckle up everyone, autumn is fast approaching!
You don't often find me blogging about fashion. It's not so much my thing. Yet we all know what we like and don't like. The colours this year have left me wondering. There are so many odd greens which I find very unflattering. Yet I'm thinking with so many Long boots
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out there (expensive but worth it!) it might be time to try on long skirts again, or even shorter ones with thick black tights and long boots. Either way, I do feel just a little bit sad that our summer seems to be over.
My summer has been amazing. How was yours?
If you followed my youtube posts and the blogs on here you will see we have had an amazing time! The weather I feel has been kind to us and definitely while we were on our camping trip.
So what lies ahead?
In a little under two weeks I start back at university (blog post to follow) and I'm both excited and extremely nervous. Not about finding my way around or meeting new people, but the level of work that I know it takes to accomplish great results. I definitely do not have the same opinion as many that students have an awesome life of drunkeness and sleeping in. I will get there I'm sure but to spend such quality time with my reassuring family this summer has been really so precious.
You will find blog posts coming thick and fast (thank you to all the new readers here - you have put a massive smile on my face as the view counts just go up and up!) and I am also going to create a new blog where folks can share their own blog posts for a little extra exposure! Awesome. Let me know if you want to be involved.
Back to the words of Autumn
Hoping that the weather will be nice (maybe a couple of days of snow - for the children you understand!) over the winter months, we all find ourselves trying to keep things going that we can look forward to. I booked a holiday this week (blog post coming soon!) and I'm crazy excited about that! I also have a double 16th birthday celebration this coming winter! That will be fab.
Evenings of darkness, lit by Yankee candles
* and television. Curled up under fluffy throws watching Xfactor and Eastenders. A cute dog snoring loudly in the background....it's all to look forward to. The best bit? Christmas! Just around the corner, I might well get out and do all my Christmas shopping next week!
Get in touch and let me know what excites you about the changing seasons? Or does it make you feel blue?
Much love
Louise xoxo
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Saturday, 9 May 2015
Using the Law of Attraction to pass exams
I got to the exam room.
“I could always revise?” I suggested. He agreed. More revision.
Universe, help me!
Louise xoxo
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