Can anyone actually believe that Christmas is in FOUR DAYS?
When you’re a kid, you literally want everything for Christmas. All the things, ever created, everything, just give it to me.
As you get slightly older, you learn the valuable lesson about quality VS quantity, but yet you still want ALL OF THE THINGS.
Finally you get to the point in your life where you actually learn the value of money and you realise that most of the time presents are a massive waste of money, unless there’s something you genuinely want or need.
We become sensible grown up humans, asking for things like exercise gear to pre-empt the usual New Years resolutions, bath towels, sheet sets or Soda Streams. Gifts become less of a treat ad more of a necessity. Less of an “I want” and more of an “I need”. What happened to that little girl who asked Santa for a real live unicorn? Well screw it. This year I’m asking for a unicorn. A really big one. The best one money can buy.
… Either that or i’ll settle for anything Helmut Lang.
Nike Signal T-Shirt / The Upside Paisley One-Piece / Nike Air Max Thea
Mondays are usually not the most enjoyable day of the week. Add together the remnants of a hangover from a Weekend of indulgence with a collection of late Friday afternoon emails that you didn’t get to, along with a FedEx delivery full of approvals and a few other pretty bad bits of news and you have the recipe to make you either want to run a mile and sweat it out or turn to the bottle.
Luckily with Summer just around the corner I pushed away the bottle, stood firm in my Nike’s and powered through an intense cardio session, after which, I ate a Pork and fennel Sausage roll and some creamy potato and broccoli thing that was definitely too delicious to be any good for you.
Pointless exercise, yes. Therapeutic work out session, definitely.
| Get The Look |
After baggying it out yesterday in my BFs it only felt right to step into or should I say shimmy into my tight black jeans. Who am I kidding, they’re definitely jeggings.
As much as I hate the idea of a pair of leggings masquerading as a pair of jeans, these are a no brainer to pull on. Especially when I’m in a flustered rush in the morning, because I happened to hit snooze button one too many times. We’ve all been there, warm, comfortable and blissfully unaware that in exactly 9 minutes you will be thrown into a world of panic when you realise you’re meant the be in the office opening emails in exactly 35mins.
In times like this, I’m glad that 80% of my wardrobe is black. By completely limiting my colour choices over the years, I’ve pretty much guaranteed myself a 90% hit rate of not looking awful.
Black tee, tick. Black blazer, tick. Black jeans… with an elasticised waistband? DOUBLE TICK.
Boiled Wool Blazer (by yours truly) similar here and here / Nike Logo Tee similar here and here / Country Road Jeggings similar here and here / Nike Dunks Ski Hi here / Marcs Bobble Scarf similar here and uber splurge version here
NB. My shoes are glowing orbs of Nike goodness in the photos so if you actually want to see what they look like, here they are taking their first bright white steps in the sunny seaside town of Monterey, CA while I was on a road trip from LA to SF up the Pacific Coast Highway. They’ve seen some shit.
I’m not entirely sure what flicks the switch from relatively healthy eating to the eating habits of a teenage boy going through puberty, but it happens every Friday at around 5pm. Surely enough post dinner time I have eaten something either deep fried, cream laiden, smothered in all types of cheese imaginable, a type of fatty meat and/or as many carbs as I can think of. Trust me come Friday evening, I have consumed either 1, or sometimes all of the above. Top it off with a healthy helping of Ben & Jerrys, Fro-Yo or if I’m feeling fancy a Messina creation and there’s my Friday, Saturday and Sunday night literally on a giant plate.
Coming from someone who is what you could say, somewhat lactose challenged, it does not make for a great couple of days.
Suffice to say, come Monday, I want to run a hundred miles, bench press a hundred kilos, attend a pump class and finish off with a Yoga routine. And so comes today’s outfit inspo, because nothing makes you want to sweat it out like some shiny new gym gear and Nike’s trademark quote.
Just Do it.
*Opens a pack of peanut butter Oreos*