We all know that my life pretty much revolves around food. I love that in the centre of Nottingham there is a huge selection of different cuisines and price points so close together. Doesn’t matter if you’re after something super quick and cheap, or a fancy pants sit down meal. Nottingham has it all!
When I heard that the latest addition to the foodie scene was going to be an independent indoor street market I was super excited – especially when the location was revealed. Nottingham Street Food Club is tucked away in the clock tower in the Victoria Centre. And it’s only about 5 minutes away from my workplace!
Last week it was announced that Instagram is ranked the worst social media platform for young people’s mental health. Personally, this wasn’t much of a shocker to me. How many times have you scrolled past an image and thought how you wanted to look like that, or live there, or have that? Quite a few times I’d wager. It breeds comparison culture, and of course, this can’t be good for our mental wellbeing.
I got to try a new form of exercise last week – hot pod yoga.
One thing you may not know about me is that I really enjoy yoga. It’s played a big part in my health and fitness journey over the past two or so years. I recently spoke about how my gran may or may not have been right about taking the time to meditate more often for the sake of my mental health. My way of making sure I actually achieve that is by practising a little bit of yoga. Even if it’s only five minutes, it means I clear my head and focus on my breathing and energy. It ultimately lets me get rid of a little bit of stress.
I’m a firm believer that if you have a feeling about something you should listen to your gut instincts. But today I want to talk about literally listening to your gut.
The last year or so I’ve been on a mission to lose some weight, tone up and feel more positive about my appearance. Aside from this, my biggest motivator is my health. For two-to-three years I’ve been suffering from digestion issues, which are today still undiagnosed. Last year things got much worse and I found myself at the doctors talking with a stranger about my poo whilst she prodded my stomach. Who says a girl doesn’t have a glamourous life?!