At the end of last year I was given the most thoughtful birthday gift by my work partner-in-crime, which has changed my evening routine dramatically.
Grab a peppermint tea, snuggle up to your hot water bottle and pop that top jean button because I’m about to share the good, the bad and the ugly when it comes to having an IBS flare. Don’t say I didn’t warn you…
Breaking news: I am a thirty-year-old sequin and glitter obsessive.
May flew by in a whirlwind which saw me galavanting in Milan for work, spending all of my spare time with my family and celebrating a lot of birthdays. Let’s have a little look back at the highlights shall we.
I’ve not been feeling myself lately. I was struck down two weeks ago with a stomach bug which left my poorly tummy and IBS all over the place for well over a week. I felt tired all of the time and was completely disinterested in updating my blog. Instead I chose to spend all my weekends consumed with family to make me feel like myself again.
Shit. It’s really happening people. In 4 months time, I’ll have said I do. Tied the knot. Be a Mrs. Cue the heart palpitations.
Pleated midi skirts are my jam. They’re my thing. My wardrobe staple. My go to. I am obsessed. And I recently nabbed two more.
April’s been a funny old month that has come and gone so quickly, I’m not even sure I paused for a breath. I’ve had highs and lows, battled my anxiety and IBS and not really stopped for a break. I’ve also had some amazing highs, noted below, because I’m taking a moment to pat myself on the back for making it through the shit storm.
I’ve been taking my daily dose of Symprove’s good guys for nearly three years now. For me, it acts as my IBS comfort blanket. It holds my hand each morning as I prepare my sensitive gut for the day ahead.