On January 18th this year, I cut meat and fish out of my diet. One squicky moment involving a slow-cooker and a whole chicken and that was that – but there are consequences, of course. WARNING: this could get ranty.
We all have little niggles about our general health and wellbeing – whether it’s not feeling quite as fit as we once were or the bloody Daily Mail claiming the latest food item/hobby/thing we love most will give us cancer.
Saying that hormones are a pain in the arse on a website that deals with mental health might seem like stating the obvious. Still, as a woman I get to endure my hormones acting up on the regular – and while it’s different for everyone, I really struggle with it.
You know those days where it feels like your brain and body have completely flat-lined? You’re low on energy, ready to collapse into a heap and sense stopped happening several hours ago.
Sometimes we all need a pick-me-up – just a little reminder that we’re doing perfectly fine.
Now there’s a title I didn’t think I’d be writing. Last night I had the good fortune to see Russell Howard – a comedian known for focusing on the positives – tackle some rather taboo subjects.
I’m a compulsive list-maker, note-taker and journal-keeper. I stick Post-It notes to the back of my phone and find crumpled reminders in my pockets, draws and car. So when I started seeing ‘happiness journals’ in shops (God damn you, Paperchase) my heart sank a little.
I don’t know about you, but so much of my day I feel so short on time – and that’s perpetuated by my obsession with planning and giving myself too much to do in the first place.
Don’t be fooled by the title – I’m not saying we should all become self-involved people that no-one wants to be around. Actually, it’s quite the opposite.
I read articles and books all the time that suggest humans aren’t inherently unhappy creatures – we choose to be. Unsurprisingly, the lens we see life through makes a rather big difference to our wellbeing, even affecting how long we might live.