I’m posting this review mainly because I’m annoyed at false advertising and don’t understand why it’s “a thing”.
Usually, I buy No. 7wipes because they’re pretty good for my skin and I’ve had no reaction. I like how they do the job pretty well and don’t boast about doing it perfectly or getting it 100%. I use the wipes to remove most of my make-up leaving the eye area as I know that they’re not strong enough to withstand my heavily mascarad and eyelinered eyes.
This is an appreciation post for my new eyebrow lady. I don’t actually know her name yet, therefore she will remain anonymous for the time being, but what a legend she is.
I’ve been to see her twice thus far because my last eyebrow lady seems to be going on 6 month holidays twice a year! Lucky babe! I mean, how else would you explain never being in your place of work without a reason? I went to her salon on several ocassions in the space of 4-6 months and she was constantly “off on holiday”. She took my eyebrow game with her to Lanzarote and left me with Epping Forest growing under my forehead and above my eye. 😭
This post isn’t about my old eyebrow lady (who by the way is very sweet and lovely – albeit selfish! 😂).
My new eyebrow lady though – amazing. I’ve been to see her twice. The first time she saw me, she was like “OMG!” I was like: “tell me about it, girlfriend!” Then she says: “do you not have one regular eyebrow lady? Your eyebrows seem to be all over the place…” I could’ve got offended by that comment, but it takes a lot to get me offended so I just replied with: “does it LOOK LIKE I DO?” – in a more sincere tone. The cheeky so-and-so! Anyway, she tried pulling it back by saying: “no, it’s just there’ve been some chunks taken out in the top and bottom.” FML! Never tweeze them yoursleves unless you’re a pro, girls! I was so worried that she wouldn’t be able to fix it, but I’d worn a fringe for much of the year anyway that I could just put it down to cover what lay beneath…
Cut a longer than this story short (I could go on forever, but I’ll spare you because it’s Christmas, Hannukah and almost the New Year), she sorted my eyebrows out there and then, HURRAY! I loved what I saw then so much that I pulled my ‘at a really annoying length-stage’ fringe back and enjoyed showing off my new stronger than ever ‘eyebrow game’ whilst also getting some much anticipated (and needed) fresh air to my previously suffocated forehead pores.
The second time I saw her, today, she sorted them out even more as the “missing chunks” had started growing. YAY for hair growth in the right places! I love how feathered they look. You can see each hair strand by strand. 😍
*will upload a photo later when I look less like Frankenstein’s wife 1000 times divorced instead of removed*
My eyebrow lady is boss. She better not go on holiday or else I’m going with her – the beach. I legit will just invite myself and when I see her I’ll just shout: “fancy seeing you here *insert name here*, want to do my eyebrows here on the sun-lounger as we sip on some pina coladas and catch a golden glow or two?”
Today was my second day attending my new gym. I met a personal trainer who seems absolutely incredible. She’s a life coach, nutritionist and a PT. She is actual ‘goals’! I love how positive she is, how empathetic she is and her view of health and fitness made so much sense. She wasn’t chatting for the sake of it or thinking with her purse… She was speaking to me the way a friend would. Advising me, for FREE!
She was so easy to talk to that I admitted to her that I struggle to stay motivated and continue with a fitness routine because I get bored. I also told her that I love to eat sweets and drink sugary things (on occasion, regular occasions) – which in my opinion – is half way to sorting the problem. Before, I couldn’t even tell a personal trainer that I eat the wrong foods or don’t exercise regularly. But, I realise now that I wasn’t fooling anyone because they’re not stupid. They could tell, especially after getting out of breath after a 1 minute and a half’s run on a treadmill…
For the first time, I was honest and I told her that I’ve wasted PTs time (previously) and that I don’t want another one yet because I’m still not ready. She just said “it’s a journey” and I’ve got to want it before committing – which is so true (and I knew that anyway but it never really dawned on me).
All I know is that I could’ve waited for my new trainers to be delivered (which still haven’t been dispatched even) before I started going to the gym, but I didn’t. I went in my old trainers because I’m motivated now. I want to change my shape, my mind, my body and my soul. All of those change when we start exercising. We think clearer, perform better and become even better versions of ourselves.
The moral of this post is: don’t put something off. Don’t find an excuse. Do it. Go. Don’t wait for the New Year or a new day to start a fresh. Do whatever you want to do now. If you don’t do it at the time you promised yourself you would, you’ll either forget or get lazy.
Another pearl of wisdom from PT lady:
don’t lose weight or tone up for a wedding, a party or a holiday. Do it for your future and most of all – do it because you want to continue afterwards.
I have done this plenty of times. The issue with that is that I’d put on the weight and then some after I lose it. Losing weight too quick is never good. Take your time, don’t expect a quick fix.
Apparently, you’re going to need to go to the gym three times a week for 3months before you see a visable difference in your shape. I’m going to attempt to go everyday. Even if I just go on the cross trainer. I mean, when work finishes for the day – what’s my excuse for not going to the gym? I’ve got time. I was just lazy.
This is my pledge that I’m going to dedicate an hour a day to the Cross Trainer and Treadmill followed by a sauna and steam session. If I can get on the rowing machine or weights (which the latter will be the death of me) – even better!
I also met the Zumba instructor who invited me to a class next week. See, I love Zumba but I stopped going because I don’t know how to dance and I don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb in a room full of Samba-ers. However, I’m going to go. I’m going to challenge myself to learn to dance and I’m going to get in shape, tone up and above all, get healthier. Even if I don’t learn to dance, I’ll just move around, sweat buckets and hope for the best.
There’s no better a time to start than now – after all, tomorrow is never promised.