Monday, 6 November 2017

Discovering a love for weights

When lifting gets serious
Growing up, I was an active kid. I played netball, reluctantly took part on Sports Days and swimming galas, and my main love was dancing. Festivals, shows, competitions, summer schools, English Youth Ballet... I lived to dance.

At uni I danced as much as I could, whilst also doing zumba classes and dragging myself to the gym to slog it out on the cross-trainer (which I did not love but felt was a necessary evil).

Then I moved to London and my whole life changed.

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As a lifestyle journalist, I'm extremely fortunate to be invited to swanky restaurant launches and rooftop cocktail parties and the like every night of the week. And because I am a normal human, I wanted to do them all.

I also did/do not have much money, so going to events often meant I didn't have to buy my own dinner.

So yes, I existed on champagne and mini burger canapΓ©s. (I know, poor Rachel. That must have been so hard.)

But it got to the point where it was taking its toll on my health. I was young enough not to get a hangover really (and I wasn't getting smashed every night of course) but I felt sluggish and tired. I put on weight too.

And it meant exercise had completely fallen by the wayside.

I would very occasionally go to a dance class or force myself to go to the gym and spend half an hour on a cardio machine, but I now see that was utterly pointless.

I'd totally fallen out of love with exercise.


But then. Then I started writing more about health and fitness at work (as well as all the food lol). I had the good fortune of being able to meet and train with some of London's top personal trainers and not only have I learnt so much, but I've found a type of working out that I love.

And that is weights.

About six months ago I worked out for a few weeks with PT to the stars, Nicola Addison (read all about it here) who basically reminded me how good it feels to actually move your body.

She eased me into resistance training, mainly using my bodyweight rather than any machines or equipment, and I learnt basic technique.

I was working out for half an hour three times a week, so it wasn't anything excessive. But I felt good. And if I went a few days without working out, I craved it. (Unheard of for me just a month earlier).

But it was in the summer that I really got into weights.


I went to train with the brilliant Rich Tidmarsh (article - complete with video footage and body transformation pics pray 4 me - coming to The Independent soon), and through a combination of PT and group training sessions at his gym, I realised I bloody love lifting weights.

It turns out deadlifts are my fave, and I am rather proud but also totally gobsmacked to say my PB is 105kg. I mean, I literally only did one at that weight. But I still did it.


I love lifting weights because it makes me feel strong. Unlike cardio. Which basically makes me feel like I'm weak and dying all the time. And if you think lifting weights doesn't leave you sweaty, out of breath and red in the face then you are WRONG, my friend.

I would leave a session with Rich with a face the colour of a post box, sweat dripping down my face and eye makeup having melted into panda eyes. It was a good look.

Lifting weights is incredibly satisfying. You can progress quite quickly, and when you see yourself being able to lift just a little bit more each time you come to the gym, you feel awesome.

Oh and another thing that feels incredible? Being able to lift more than the men. MAN, is that a good feeling. I mean, not all the men. Yet. But some of them. Honestly it's just the best. You feel invincible.


Working out with weights is also interesting and fun. Well, it's not boring at least. If you ask me, cardio is boring. But when training with weights, you're moving from exercise to exercise all the time. A workout goes really quickly.

One thing I will say is I've learned that it is absolutely essential to make sure you have the correct technique when working out with weights, and I hundy P recommend getting a PT even just for one session (I know they're pricey and I'm very lucky) to teach you how to do the main moves correctly.

You don't necessarily need to use the machinery and equipment (it can look pretty daunting, I feel you), but just learning how to do a few exercises with a dumbbell or kettle bell (another of my faves is kettle bell swings lol who even am I?) properly will stop you injuring yourself.
Many people think if you want to burn fat, cardio is the way to go. But from my experience and all the experts I've spoken to, this is not strictly the case. The more muscle you have, the more calories you burn over the course of the whole day. It's awesome. My basal metabolic rate is now pretty sweet, ngl.

I mean, what works for one person isn't necessarily going to work for another though. If you love running, you run, my friend. But if you hate it, don't force yourself to spend half an hour on a treadmill because you're only going to end up hating exercise.

I'm trying to do some HIIT training alongside weights now because I think I could do with improving my cardiovascular fitness, but I don't love it.

And if you do detest cardio like me (except dancing, my true love), I implore you to try weights. It's honestly so fun.

And you will not end up looking like a stereotypical bodybuilder. I saw this image on Instagram recently and had to save it because I thought it was so good.

One change I have made since getting into weights is eating more protein. I've never been a big meat-eater, but I've realised that to fuel my fitness I need to. And I realise this is the opposite of what most people are doing what with cutting down on meat consumption.

Guys, I know about macros. I don't count them any more now that I'm not training with Rich, (and am also eating al the Christmas stuff for work) but I totally get them.

I am also now one of those people who drinks protein shakes and makes proats (that's protein oats) and protein pancakes though. I don't know how this happened. A year ago Rachel would not recognise current Rachel.
I didn't really realise how big a part of my life working out had become until I was chatting to a guy I was dating last month (he's now out of the picture cos classic). I was asking about what he did in the gym and he said, "I'm not as hardcore at working out as you."

I was like, what? Am I hardcore? Is fitness now part of my identity?

And d'you know what? I think it is. I actually love keeping fit. I try and workout four to five times a week, but I can feel that slipping as we enter the festive season. Because at the end of the day, I will always be the girl who loves rooftop cocktail parties. I just love lifting heavy things now too.
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Sunday, 6 August 2017

Wine and pizza girls' night in to celebrate Friendship Day

Whether you're someone who has a huge circle or a select few, life would be horrid without friends.

Who would you send ugly snapchat selfies with a million chins to? Who would commandeer your phone on a night out to stop you sending messages you'd later regret? And would would get sloshed with you on your birthday but not quite as sloshed as you to make sure they could always look after you?

Obsessed with birthdays as I am, I forced kindly asked my closest pals to put the Saturday night of my September birthday in their diary back in April.

When I started actually organising birthday things a few weeks ago, the girls told me they'd had the whole weekend booked out for my birthday months ago without me even asking. I was so touched. Bit emosh really.

That's the lovely thing about friendship: you'll do anything for the people you care about, especially if you know it's important to them.

Urgh so soppy.

But this was something we celebrated last weekend, which was, in case you didn't know, international friendship day.

With my oldest best friend, flatmate and sister - so arguably friends from all different areas of my life - we settled in for an evening on the sofa.

To be honest, that's quite a rarity for me. As someone who loves going out for food, drinks and dancing - and living in London where there are endless exciting options - I don't often have a night in.

But that's exactly why I enjoy a rare one so much.

I feel like you know you're with top pals when you plan on watching a film and doing face masks but don't ever get round to either because you can't stop chatting.

We ordered a deliveroo and of course, cracked open the wine (which let's be honest always helps keep the conversation and lols flowing).
And considering how long it took for our pizza to arrive - note to self, never order deliveroo at 7pm on a Saturday night - it was most fortunate that we had plenty of wine, courtesy of the kind people at I Heart Wines.

We started with the rosΓ© because summer and girls and basic.
Hand modelling and pouring by the beautiful and expert pourer, Jessie.

It looked quite heavy but was actually light, mediumly (not a word but go with it) fruity and totally delicious.

And then our pizzas arrived, praise the lord.
Guys, Franco Manca is life. It was so bloody worth the wait.

The original sourdough pizza company, which started out right on my doorstep in Brixton, if you've never been to Franco Manca you need to remedy that asap.
The pizza bases are so soft, chewy and doughy but not greasy like, ahem, a certain popular pizza takeaway company.

It's pizza, but tastes high quality.

What's more, it's such good value. A margherita is just £6.40, pals, and who can argue with that?

Having been eating nibbles for about two hours while waiting for our pizzas, we weren't actually that hungry. But did we still finish them? You betcha. Because a) they were that delicious, and b) who gives any f***s about your figure after a bottle of wine? Quite.

We cracked open the Sauvignon Blanc next which I knew I was going to love because it's my fave wine.

It was crisp and oh so drinkable. (Apologies but by this point I was past taking pictures. You've all seen white wine before.)

And because no meal is complete unless it ends on something sweet™, we proceeded to demolish a bar of chocolate between three of us.

And I mean a giant, sharing bar. After pizza.

If you're judging us for this, you've clearly never tried Dairy Milk peanut caramel crisp.

Yeah, you try not eating it all. It is so damn good.

We had originally entertained the idea of going out out after our dinner and draaaanks. But you will perhaps be unsurprised to hear that in our very full, tiddly states, we ended up getting no further than our beds. In my case, face-planting and starfishing (man I love being single).

In bed by midnight on a Saturday? A revelation. I think it could catch on.
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Friday, 10 February 2017

A girly weekend in and around Winchester (featuring possibly the best brunch of my life)

I had always thought that Winchester was a million miles away from London. But d'you know what? It's actually less than an hour on the train. Huh. 

England so cute and small.

My dear uni pal Stef now lives in Winch (too familiar? I feel we're on Winch/Rach terms by now) so I decided to shimmy on down to pay her a visit.

Fun fact: Winchester used to be the capital of England. This is something I only learnt recently and I feel like it is not common knowledge.

But I love a town with some good history behind it so was excited to see what the former capital had to offer.

I arrived at Stef's on Friday evening to find dinner on the table - what a dreamy welcome.

As does tend to happen when two girlfriends haven't seen each other in a few weeks, the evening flew by and it was suddenly time for bed to ensure we had enough energy for the weekend ahead.

We kicked things off with brunch at Josie's - and we brunched hard.
Stef tells me that although Winch has plenty of lovely cafes, few are geared up for brunch (naww, the provinces (I am such a London douchebag)) - but that's where Josie's comes in.

It only opened about six months earlier, is a pretty big cafe, and there are always queues for brunch at the weekend - annoyingly you can't book.

But guys, wait it out. It is WORTH IT!

The menu is fab and I felt totally spoilt for choice - the pancakes looked EPIC but then I also wanted a smoothie and so would something savoury then be better?! The struggles of deciding what to have for brunch. I know you feel me.

We started with tea for me and OJ for Stef. But then I tried Stef's juice and realised it was freshly-squeezed so had to have one too. So good!

Thanks to my pre-brunch Instagram stalking (don't pretend you don't do it too) I knew Josie's had recently teamed up with Meridian on an array of peanut buttery creations and as you can imagine this excited me greatly.
We both went for the peanut butter, banana, strawberry and oat smoothie and it was SO GOOD! Thick and flavoursome and so beautifully pink.

Then came the main affair: both Stef and I went for the bubble and squeak cakes in the end (we have pretty similar tastes) but whilst I added halloumi and avo, Stef went for bacon and halloums. Aaaand we shared sweet potato fries too lol.
Reader, we ate EVERYTHING! It was all just perfect. I could harp on and on about this brunch but then we'd be here all day and ain't nobody got time for that.

I'm definitely going to go back for the pancakes though.

Having brunched ourselves barmy we were so in need of a slow amble, and thus my private guided tour of Winchester commenced.

Most fortunately, the sun had decided to make an appearance which made everything look extra beautiful.
But man, Winch is preeeeetty.

We walked down the main streets, popping in and out of cute boutiques and admiring the lovely architecture.

It's very much a yummy mummy town - whilst there's no Topshop, Zara or Cos, there's Russell & Bromley, L K Bennett and The White Company. You catch my drift.

We saw the Guildhall...
Popped into the city mill by the river...

Climbed up St Giles Hill and admired the view from the top...
Strolled along the river and past Winchester college...
Marvelled at the cathedral both inside and out...
Took a selfie...
And eventually realised we were a bit shattered.

This had been hooouuuurs since our brunch to end all brunches, so you won't judge me too much when I say we went home for tea and cake will you?

We'd been unable to resist the white chocolate and raspberry blondies at Josie's so had got a couple to take away. They were amazing and it was the perfect pick-me-up.
Saturday evening was drawing in, and whilst you might think as two girls in their early 20s (OK I'm probably technically mid not early but we'll go with it) we'd be going out for a night on the town, this is also Winchester.

So we spent or evening drinking prosecco, painting our nails, braiding each other's hair, doing face masks, watching a film (I may have also forced Stef to watch the tennis for a bit but hey it was an important Davis Cup match) and eating lots of delicious food. Ideal.

The next morning Stef whipped us up some dreamy banana and blueberry pancakes before we set off to visit her parents in a village not too far away.

And after a cup of tea and a little walk it was suddenly lunchtime, and there was only one place we were going to go.

Stef had told me about a cafe called Offbeet MONTHS ago. Not just told me, but waxed lyrical about them and tormented me with her Instagrams of their amazing food since.

Offbeet is a vegan, gluten-free cafe in the most unlikeliest of locations: it's in a mill in a sleepy little village called Wickham. But the type of food is more likely to be found in London, Brighton or, well, Bali tbh.

I'd been desperate to visit for yonks and it did not disappoint. With just one meal to be had though, I had to choose wisely.

Wanting something warming, I decided to go for the gnocchi.
It was served in a butternut squash and nutmeg sauce with crispy sage leaves, broccoli, watercress and macadamia ricotta.

I loved it - super flavoursome, incredibly fresh and gloriously nourishing.

The cafe was packed and every table was reserved - I was so glad Stef had booked ahead!

After our virtuous dishes, we both felt we had room for a little something sweet (plus the cake counter was just too hard to resist).

The cakes change all the time but on the day of our visit there were gluten-free, vegan brownies on offer, as well as a selection of raw cakes which are refined sugar-free too.

At £3.95 a slice, they're not the cheapest things ever, but then again healthy sweet treats never are because the ingredients are expensive, plus they totally would've been at least £6 each in London.
I went for the banana and cinnamon slice whereas Stef chose chocolate orange.

They were sensational. To me, it didn't taste like 'health food', but that may be because I'm kinda into vegan, gluten-free, sugar-free shiz.

And that afternoon it was time to hop on the train back to the big smoke! But an utterly delightful weekend it had been. Go to Winchester. I recommend.
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Wednesday, 25 January 2017

On happiness and loving life

I apologise in advance if this post comes across a little smug, for that's not in the slightest bit how I intend it, but...

I'm not sure when I became so happy.

As a young child, I don't think I was someone about whom people said "Oh, she's such a happy little child." I wasn't unhappy either, but if anything I was probably described as bossy rather than happy. Lol.

It must've started in my late teens then. Perhaps.

For now people often describe me as happy. Or optimistic. Or positive. Or enthusiastic.

When I left my last job (did I tell you about that yet? I'll get on to it, bear with), a lot of the messages in my leaving card thanked me for always being smiley and jolly. But the thing is, I didn't realise I was any smilier or jollier than anyone else.

Similarly, kind blog readers I don't even know sometimes message me saying they really appreciate my enthusiasm for everything I write about, but I never try to be enthusiastic - it's just how I am.

And whilst I accept that enthusiasm and happiness aren't the same thing, I do believe they're linked.
I may be one of those annoyingly smug people, but I am just SO happy.

I love my job, my life in London, my family and my friends. I'm very lucky.

Back on my year abroad, I remember thinking I was so happy and would probably never be happier, but I was wrong. I had the same thought during my final year of uni, and yep, I was wrong again. It happened last year too. Maybe life just keeps getting better.

So yeah my job - if you didn't know, I've been a Lifestyle Writer at The Independent since November, and I couldn't love it more. (Oh my god, I'm literally annoying myself, I'm so sorry).

Literally all I do is talk to interesting people, learn fascinating things, have fun experiences, and write about it. They pay me to do that. It's mad! Journalism is literally the best job in the world in my eyes.

It still blows my mind that I actually am a journalist - it was about 10 years ago I decided I wanted to become a journo, and I can't believe I legit am one now.
Sure, I'm lucky to have realised what I wanted to do from a young age and could then start working towards it with internships/my blog/student journalism/general writing for anyone who'd have me, but I still get so excited whenever anyone asks me what I do and I get to say the word "journalist".

Inevitably people then ask if you enjoy your job, to which I respond "I LOVE it!" (out comes the aggressive enthusiasm). And people are often like, "Really?"

Apparently most people actually don't love their job, which is totally sad if you ask me. Such a shame. Whilst it can take a while to find something you truly love, life's too short to waste doing something you don't enjoy. (Vom, I'm so cringe.)

I'm also v lucky to have such wonderful, friendly, fun colleagues - even the best job in the world would be unbearable if you had to do it with awful people.

So job satisfaction gets a huge tick right now, but my home life does too, which is awesome.

I live with two girls - Maddy and Jess - who, like me, are both 24, single, young professionals. We get on so incredibly well and I feel so lucky to have them. Isn't it just the best when you can come home knowing you'll have pals to laugh with when you want to, but also people who'll understand if you just wanna go to your room and watch Netflix/play on Tinder/write a blog post?

We live off prosecco and houmous and it's just ace.
We brunch, throw parties, see films, go on holidays together... We're basically each other's boyfriends. It's perfect.

The flat we share is in Brixton, and the longer I live here the more I love it. I am SO glad I live somewhere so vibrant, fun and exciting, and I genuinely think it's the ideal first home in London for me.

Sure, the rent is expensive because hello, London, and my room is a shoebox, but I am actually incredibly lucky with my rent compared to most Londoners. AND my landlord is a babe. How I have lucked out I do not know.

I'd hate to live in a location where I didn't have all the shops/cafes/restaurants/bars/clubs/transport links I could possibly need on my doorstep, PLUS the Victoria line is the one - so quick and all the best stops!

Living in London is a dream for me. Sure, Oxford Circus on a Saturday afternoon makes me hate all other human beings, but any time I walk anywhere in this city I fall in love with London even more and have to pinch myself that I live here.

It's not for everyone, but as far as I'm concerned, London is the best city in the world and there's no place I'd rather be right now.
What's also super lovely is I have family here - my brother, a few cousins, my auntie and uncle - plus it's super easy for my parents and sister to come and visit. Oh, and my siblings and I are like proper grown-up friends which I laaaaaaave!

And then there's the fact that about 90% of my friends live in London, which means I always have pals with whom to play. Plus, the non-Londoners tend to come visit pretty often too, yay!

I feel very lucky to have a wide circle of friends - I'm not someone who has one huge squad, but I have a very solid girl gang (you know who you are) and then a selection of fantastic individual friends whom I see on the regs too.

It's also super nice that everyone's now grown-up enough to come to social engagements (and I do like to host) where they may only know a couple of others and make new friends. Makes me v happy.
Having painted this vom-inducing image of my life, you're probably thinking "Yes but Rachel, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?"

And you would be correct there, eagle-eyed reader. However to that I respond: don't care, mate. I have literally never been happier to be single.

A) being single is hella good fun. I can flirt with randoms, do whatever I please and swipe my way through dating apps when bored.

B) I don't need a romantic partner to make me feel complete or whatever. Like, I don't feel I need an "other half" because I'm already a whole (without coming across arrogant), if you see what I mean?

I am v open to a relationship which is why I do go on dates and stuff, but I don't need anyone. So if I don't meet anyone I actually like enough, off you pop, mate. Sorry but I'm only going to make time for someone in my life if I really like them.

Ngl, I am only at home one evening a week usually, and when I meet someone with whom I'd rather spend that evening than my flatmates or myself, FANTASTIC! But until that guy comes along, I'd rather spend that evening alone.

I'd love to fall in love because it looks really nice in La La Land (which I'm sure is a really realistic depiction) but I'm not desp, ya know?

I can almost imagine you reading this post and wanting to shoot me - am I coming across really annoying? I don't even know where I'm going with this but I suppose I wanted to talk about having zest for life in general, even if it's not all perfect.
Am I earning a s***-load of money? Negatory! But do I care? Nope! Not right now, anyway.

I'm just having too much fun.

And I don't want this post to come across as 'Hi I'm Rachel I'm perfect and my life is perfect and you should all want to be perfect little me.' Because that is sooooo not the case. (For example I definitely eat and drink too much and don't exercise enough and go to bed too late blah blah blah yes mum I'm working on it.)

But I am a firm believer in the saying that what you put out to the world is what you get back - I truly believe that happy things happen to happy people.

I know that I have been extremely lucky in the card I've been dealt - how fortunate am I to have been brought up in a loving home and have such supportive family and friends around me? - so it's hard not to fear everything suddenly turning to s***.

But I don't think that will happen.

Bad things will happen, I know that - loved ones will pass, people will hurt me and things won't always be so rosy. But I plan to stay positive.

Do I fear being tarnished by old age though? A bit. Am I just enjoying the naivety of youth? Maybe. But I do seem to be generally cheerier than the majority of my peers.

I wish I could explain why though. I don't know.

We all have amazing things in our life, I think it's just a case of focussing on them.
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Tuesday, 3 January 2017

The 27 best things I ate in London in 2016

Happy New Year, amigos!

Another year has passed us by and I'm about to reach my one year anniversary of living in London.

I can't quite believe I've only been here a year - I love it SO much! I mean, I loved London before I moved but now I have no quibbles about it: London is the best city in the world.

And one of my favourite things about living in the capital? The food, of course!

My "places to eat in London" list grows faster than I can tick things off, but I ate some blimmin' delicious things last year. Granted, the below list says a lot about my tastes (I just really like halloumi, sue me (lol that rhymed)), but I hope it might give you some eating-out inspo.

Soz not soz to anyone who's just started a January detox.

Behold:

The 27 best things I ate in London in 2016


1. Halloumi, butternut squash and avocado burger at The Breakfast Club



2. Sticky banana cake at Rum Kitchen (full review here)



3. Smashed avo on cornbread at Salon

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4. TequeΓ±os at Brixton Food Court

5. Banana and date porridge at Dishoom (see full blog post here)



6. Halloumi burger at The Diner

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7. Houmous at Hummus Bros (review here)



8. Butternut squash cake at Sponge and Cream



9. Madeleine Shaw's quinoa burgers at Brown's Hotel



10. Guac at Coya (read all about it here)

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11. Chicken quinoa salad at Boma

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12. Parmigiana at Rustiko (see the other yummy things I ate here)



13. Tamalero at Ceviche (Old Street)


14. Buttery ricotta ravioli with truffle at Tozi

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15. Veggie burger at Cafe Fleur (full review here)



16. Burger (with added halloumi) at Blues Kitchen



17. Fried plantain at Zoe's Ghana Kitchen

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18. Pizza at Pizza Pilgrims



19. Miso aubergine at The Gate (review)

20. Cocktails at Steam and Rye (not technically food, granted, but some of them are filling enough!)

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21. Corn and courgette fritters at Brickwood


22. Halloumi burger at Mildred's



23. Truffle cheeseburger from Red Dog South


24. Pancakes at Bourne and Hollingsworth Buildings (see full bottomless bellini brunch blog post here)

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25. Truffle pizza at The Wellesley (for work, honest - allow me to explain here)

26. Sweet potato waffle at Pachamama



27. Black carrots with salted peanut brittle at Talli Joe (allow me to explain here)

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BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY...

What should I eat in 2017? Please do let me know what I need to add to my list, and I'll do my best to eat it.

Have a delicious year, chums!
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