Sunday, 10 June 2018

The Pursuit Of Being Average

Average, the word you use to describe a lack lustre date, or a meal where your rare meat turns out medium and you have to sit and eat it whilst knowing deep down it wasn’t what you asked for but you’re too afraid to say anything to the angry looking waiter.
When we are younger, we are encouraged to ‘try our best’ which resonates in to ‘being the best’ as you get older. When I was little, I hated coming second, and I would often get angry with myself if something went wrong horse riding or in netball. I am fiercely competitive, which I was always praised for, as it meant I gave it my all.
But suddenly being competitive switched from being competitive with myself, to being competitive with people I didn’t even know. Scrolling through social media, I would find myself poking my belly whilst looking at another girls account. These girls had it all in my eyes, perfect makeup, perfect body, perfect life. Right? And suddenly it became a competition to do my makeup better for the next day at work, or perfecting my body by twisting myself in to weird positions to look as toned and skinny as possible.
For me, being ‘average’ had a negative connotation. Being average means you aren’t the best, sure you aren’t the worst but still… being average?
Slowly, being average is beginning to be acceptable on social media. The hashtag is pulling through vast numbers of posts as people look to not hate their life, and just find it average. Having high standards is great, but when Negative Nelly rears her head and tells you to put the doughnut down so that you can look like Amy off of Instagram Explore when she went on holiday to Ibiza, then it’s time to sit back, reflect and readdress your outlook on yourself. 

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I’ve switched my mindset from constantly wanting to be the best, to simply wanting to be when I am struggling with day to day activity. Put clothes on for work? Fabulous. Put clothes on for work that also don’t ‘go’ together? Fabulous also. I no longer feel a twinge of irritation as I stand in front of my mirror, sleep deprived and trying to get through the Wednesday, when I notice my clothes don’t look how they pictured them in my head. I no longer look at the aesthetics of my food when I get in from work and throw things in a pan before diving on the sofa to watch Love Island, not everything needs to be #AestheticDinner or #InstaFood , sometimes it can simply be a disgusting looking combo of peppercorn sauce and pasta (no one can judge me for this until they’ve tried it, you won’t regret it I promise you).
On down days, I look to be average. I get through the day, purely on being average but feeling content with this, as it stops me going in to a tailspin when I accidentally scan a document the wrong way round, or head to my meeting with a pen that has ran out of ink whilst sitting in my desk. It’s okay to be average, it’s great to be average.

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

What's In My Gym Bag

I had many goals for 2018, and one of those goals was to start looking a bit more fashionable. I sat in front of my wardrobe on January 1st, slightly worse for wear whilst my bath was running, and assessed my clothes. What was making the cut, and what was getting cut? After a good 15 minutes of foggy pondering, I stood to leave and clapped eyes on my bag. 
Now, before anyone judges me, I wake up at 5:45 every morning for work, and my idea of stylish was getting in to my clothes and looking semi human. My 'gym bag' was a carrier bag, as I was uhhming and ahhing about buying a Sweaty Betty gym bag. If you don't know Sweaty Betty and their prices, lets just say they are the Prada of gym bags - as in, they cost an absolute bomb and you can't really tell why. 
I hit ASOS not long after, and bought this modest yet practical Scuba Holdall  for £28 - bargain. 
Now that I have a snazzy bag, I can finally unveil a 'what's in my gym bag' without trying to get shots of an ASDA bag. 
The first lot out of my gym bag are the two pieces of kit that I can't live without, and get severe stress when I see the battery key flashing on my Polar watch. I've had the M400 for about three years now, and it's safe to say i've had my moneys worth. It's starting to become a bit too clunky for my needs now, and I'm beginning to look for my next upgrade, however the fitness part of the watch is still fantastic. I have seperate profiles for weight lifting, cardio, outdoor running, spinning and swimming - oh and badminton, for when I do it twice a month with work. The GPS on my watch comes in handy for my 10k training as it'll split my miles down by average pace and how much effort i'm putting in to each mile, which is a massive bonus when I'm dawdling along at a pace that most people on mobility scooters could overtake me with. 

The next two on my hitlist are slightly less glamourous, however I got in to a routine of exercising before work which meant these were an essential. If you've not used Mitchum deodrant before, then I'm assuming you live under a rock. When it says 48 hour protection, it damned well means it and then some. It's slightly more expensive than other brands at around £3 a bottle, but I have a heavy stockpile going on which will last me until quite possibly 2020. I'm obsessed with the Love Spell Lace edition of the Victorias Secret body spray, and will spritz some of this on as I'm running out of the gym to catch my bus to work. Unlike some other body mists, the VS ones last all day without turning to an 'off' smell that you can get with a few brands. The bottles last me absolutely ages, and I get complimented on them quite often which is a bonus. 
The next essential in my bag is a water bottle and some hand sanitiser. Everyone at work rolls their eyes at me as I liberally apply my hand sanitiser multiple times a day, and I'm quite glad they don't see me in the gym otherwise I wouldn't hear the end of it. I get it, you're in a rush after you're finishing your cross trainer workout because something on the TV distracted you - fine, great. What isn't fine, and definitely isn't great, are the individuals that don't clean down the equipment they were using after sweating over it for 45 minutes - even typing it makes me shudder. My water bottle also comes everywhere with me, and I will make sure I have a bottle in my bag before I leave as I'd rather keel over from dehydration than drink from the water fountains in the gym - yuck.