After getting up at 4 am last Monday, driving to Stansted, flying to Berlin, getting stressed about which train we needed to get on from the airport to Alexanderplatz, walking what felt like MILES around the station, getting a train into the city, finding the hotel, “What do you mean it’s next to the TV Tower? We’re standing next to the TV Tower and it’s NOT HERE!”
After finding the room, checking in, unpacking, finding some food and deciding to explore. By the time this picture was taken it was almost evening. Can you tell? I think I have the authentic “just stepped off a plane” look off to a tee, although I did have a shower before I went out. You can wash away plane diesel and airport stress sweat but you can’t wash away the ‘I’ve been up waaaay too long’ bags from under my eyes.
I’ll blog about the holiday later but I just wanted to re-introduce myself to my old subscribers. And say hello to the new ones. That’s me. I look like crap on that photo but as this blog is dedicated to reality and not Insta-filters, that’s what you’ve got.
Why am I restarting the blog? Well, I tried to set up a new one and then decided I had too many (remember the disastrous Juice Plus project?) and decided to repurpose this one. I wanted a blog that was real…an antidote to all the perfect lifestyle blogs and “Look at me” Instagram feeds that make you want to throw up a little bit. Everything is so aspirational, so perfect. Let’s instagram our food and be all Deliciously Ella. Not.
I don’t look like Deliciously Ella and I definitely don’t eat like her. I don’t have a Pinterest-ready house; I live in a housing association flat with a man who thinks being tidy is moving his skin pickings from the coffee table into his designated ‘skin tin’. Last time I attempted yoga I got cramp in my thighs and made the mistake of looking at myself in the mirror. It was like Bagpuss doing what cats do to clean themselves with one leg in the air.
I’m not perfect. I don’t have one of these guru-style lives where I’m super positive all the time about everything. I’m not pretending to be that girl any more. Gabrielle Bernstein can keep her perfect hair while meditating, I’ll veg out, stare at Hollyoaks and switch my brain off, it’s got to have a similar effect.
If I blog my outfit of the day it won’t be a stylish ensemble from a designer shop. It’ll be a size 22 pair of leggings and a pretty dress from Simply Be that’s been worn so much it feels like a second skin. Because I’m sitting at my desk right now. I might let you see pictures of me dolled up if you like, too. I don’t get out to play very often and when I do go on a girls night out I usually end up necking paracetamol and codeine for two days afterwards because my wine tolerance has gone down (and my taste for the stuff hasn’t)
I think people will identify with all of the above. OK, Maybe not the Bagpuss thing. That might just have been me.
This is a positive blog. but it’s a REAL one. Warts and all. I don’t actually have warts, but you know what I mean. I hope you enjoy it, it’s meant to be funny and possibly inspiring in a ‘yeah, I can be like her, it doesn’t require hours of meditating and a clean eating menu’. I’m not Gwyneth. This won’t be like GOOP. I’m probably a bit more like Beth Ditto without the fashion line…but I’m sure Beth has more fun anyway.
Are you in? Bring your friends, and hopefully I’ll make you laugh a bit.