WHAT THE RUSHTUSH GLOW CLEANSE DID FOR ME

My clothes were tight, gym tops even tighter, my level of tiredness and lack of motivation was skyrocketing while trying to remain positive and quite frankly, I couldn’t get my bottom into my lycra gym tights without feeling like a Heffalump!

This was all happening while stuck in the land of a serious plateau that just WASN’T budging and I felt as if my weight loss journey had come to a halt. I was frustrated and disappointed and literally wanted to dive head first into a box of chocolates and give up – we’ve all been there!

After sulking for an entire weekend, I decided to give the Glow Cleanse from Rushtush a go. I had read amazing things about it and had seen fabulous results from other REAL women who had tried it. Rushda had also had a baby around the same time as me and was on the same postpartum weight loss journey. And let me tell you, she kicks some serious ass in the gym!

In general, I am not a believer in meal plans and diets, but when you find yourself stuck in a place not fully understanding how to nourish your body properly and how to eat within a calorie deficit to promote fat loss, then the right plan can definitely come in handy and be beneficial. For me, the Glow Cleanse was just that! It helped reconstruct and refresh my knowledge that I had somehow lost over the last 5 years of how to eat healthy, keeping myself full and curb those 4pm cravings that tend to creep up on us!

The famous Hulk Juice!

The Glow Cleanse is a 4 week eating guide that is super easy to follow and includes a maintenance plan in the 4th week, which pretty much guides you with how to live your best life – eating wise. During my first week of the Glow Cleanse, I dropped 2.2kg – I mean, can you imagine the excitement, after being stuck in a plateau for almost one month? In total, over 3 months, I lost 8kg and -37cm in total all over my body. Goodbye size 16 and hello size 14!

The biggest loss of cm around was around my hips/butt at – 10.5cm, my chest/upper back fat at – 6cm and my kangaroo pouch (lower abdomen) at – 6cm. I had a mountain load more energy and started to feel a little more aero dynamic, being a little lighter! My skin also really cleared up and my nails finally stopped breaking! Totally giving the hulk juice credit for this!

What I really loved about the Glow Cleanse is that the recipes are all easy to make. They’re simple. They keep you feeling full and they’re budget friendly. I also found that there’s minimal waste when it comes to left overs, as the structure of the meal plan allows for them to be used up on the following days.

One of the delicious GC meals! Yum!

One of the most spoken about recipes from the Glow Cleanse is the Hulk Juice and Hulk Soup – they’re green, and packed with all sorts of goodness! YUM! Think roasted greens, garlic, broccoli, onions, spices and you have yourself a delicious, filling Hulk Soup!

Everything off the menu is FRESH and organic. There are no processed foods and you can say goodbye to things like bread, cheese, dairy, processed meats, refined sugars etc. The Glow Cleanse allows for delicious natural foods making up your smoothies and meals. Have you ever thought of pairing strawberries with chicken and almonds in your salads? Me neither, but learning to love new flavours together has become something that I’ve REALLY enjoyed through the Glow Cleanse journey!

What about carbs? Oh yes, don’t think that you have to give those up – they’re in there! Natural carbs like sweet potatoes, quinoa, bananas!

It honestly is such a rewarding feeling to see the results of eating correctly for health, and Rushda is on the ball with online support! No question is ever too silly to ask. Rushtush is taking the fitness industry by storm and helping other ladies reach their fitness and weight loss goals – together as a community!

She is also proving that postpartum weight loss is totally possible after having a c-section herself too, which gives me hope! While using the Glow Cleanse, I also used her 8 week Newbie Body Guide which has helped kickstart my exercise journey. It’s perfect for beginners as it is a step by step guide to the fundamental exercise movements. The guide is made up of 4 rounds of 7 minute circuit exercise movements, and it sure does get your heard rate PUMPING and those results in!

Below are my results from a combination of the Glow cleanse and Newbie Body guide after just under 3 months.

On the left is June and on the right is August 2018
On the left is June and on the right is August 2018
On the left is June and on the right is August 2018 – the saddle bags are finally budging!

I’m so glad that I stuck to the glow cleanse and Newbie Body Guide for 8 weeks, and then integrated what I have learned through this program into my lifestyle. I have 3 more months to try and reach my weight loss goal for our Christmas holiday in Cape Town and feeling super confident that the Glow Cleanse will help me get there!

Now that I am feeling stronger with my fitness, I am moving towards weight training in the gym and more cardio. I actually enjoy cardio – can you believe that?

All in all, my thighs and lycra gym tights are totally thanking you Rush!

Until next time,

Mycaila – Jade

xxx

P.S If you want to follow join and follow more of my postpartum weight loss journey through the ups and downs, head on over to my Instagram account @bootyandbeautyblog

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FITNESS UPDATE: MY POSTPARTUM WEIGHT LOSS JOURNEY MARCH 2018

This month has been an amazing month of testing my boundaries with eating chocolate (because Easter), starting a new fitness class, making friends (which might or might not have resulted in a day of cocktail drinking and a disgustingly delicious Italian pasta meal), and of course, a month of yet again wearing my lycra gym pants 5/7 days of the week because of the much-loved spandex benefits.

If you remember my brave decision as of last month to finally ditch the bloody scale because we weren’t really seeing eye to eye, then you’d have probably guessed that YES, I was of course close to a little pants piddle when tallying up my results from the last 30 days with my monthly weigh in and measurements. The main thoughts running through my mind were “Have you managed to pull this off?” and “Heavens above, please don’t let the scale defeat me”. Having not checked in on my results weekly as I normally would have kind of left me off track, not really knowing what to expect.

4th March vs 4th April

Although my results aren’t happening as fast as they once did before, I am reaping the rewards in other ways. I started this journey as a size 18 and have bought my first pair of size 16 jeans during the month of March. I also have a few items of clothing that I set as short term “goals” to fit into. These were mainly tops/coats that were too tight around my arms, but now fit. Yay!

One size down in my new jeans named after Harper! Yay!

MARCH’S WEIGHT LOSS TOTAL

Although, the scale says I have only lost 1.6kg this month, my measuring tape says otherwise, with a MUCH more positive attitude. I am 9.5cm down in total around my body for March.

TOTAL CM LOST AS OF 4 JANUARY TO 4 MARCH:

March has been a great month of movement as I have started an aerobics fitness class twice a week, followed by a bums and tums class straight afterwards. These classes burn an average of 850 calories twice a week, which KILLS me, being 1hr and 15min total, but it is so worth it and is a fun way to do cardio.

My daily goal at the moment is to burn 500 calories worth of exercise a day. Monday, Wednesday and Friday are weight training focused exercise days and Tuesday and Thursday are aerobics classes cardio.

I am going to start encouraging myself to be a little less lenient when it comes to weekend wine, as it is Robbie’s birthday next month and I’d like to wear something feminine and flowy and hopefully in a size smaller.

4th January (left) vs 4th April (right)

I’m looking forward to the next month of this journey, and hopefully a smaller Mycaila will be writing to you from behind the computer screen next month!

Keep those bottoms moving, heart rates up and calories down!

Until next time,

Mycaila – Jade

 

BEAUTY THERAPY INSTITUTE PREGNANCY SPOILS

Last week, I was invited to the Beauty Therapy Institute in Woodstock for some pregnancy spoils and to celebrate the academy’s 21st birthday! You can only imagine the excitement of such adventures when an inflated beach ball seems to be your standard daily look for the last  8 months! A time to relax and be pampered could not have sounded better at the time! My pamper package included a back, neck and shoulder pregnancy massage, and a deluxe paraffin dip for both manicure and pedicure treatments.

BTI (Beauty Therapy Institute) is an actual college situated in the up and coming area of Woodstock, Cape Town. This college is in the Upper East Side building (fancy shmancy) and collaborates with Sorbet – one of the biggest beauty and wellness salons in South Africa. The BTI college actually trades under the name of Sorbet Cape Town – FYI! My favourite part is that the college has a beautiful mountain view from the practical training room where all of their delectable treatments take place – and everyone is SO FRIENDLY!

The first treatment that we started off with was the Back, Neck and Shoulder Massage – I mean, could this have been any more of a magical moment? Obviously when you are pregnant, lying on your not so deflateable tummy is totally off limits, so off to the side we rolled, lying on my left part of my body, and being covered by a blanket (because towels just don’t quite cover the proximity of a pregnant person’s circumference!).

BTI’S own massage cream! It smells like heaven!

Nicole, who gave me the most amazing massage was a total pampering goddess! I absolutely love deep tissue massages, but because there happened to be a growing human in my tummy, we had to lay off a bit of the pressure. Medium pressing was perfect and the relaxation mode was set. I totally had to remind myself that I had a student massaging me, even though it felt otherwise. My massage lasted just over an hour, and I completely almost fell asleep! I guess that is what happens when you’re pregnant and very relaxed! I loved hearing all of Nicole’s stories about her kids, and it was great to have something in common to chat about, which made me feel so comfortable – winning!

Once my massage came to an end, I had a Deluxe manicure with a paraffin dip and pedicure at the same time! Talk about multitasking! Paige gave me a super divine pedicure. She completely transformed my swollen piggy feet and made my hooves look way more presentable!

BTI’s very own foot scrub. It’s the perfect grainy exfoliant!

She used the BTI foot scrub, to remove dead skin cells and polish my trotters. The foot scrub smelt amazing – like fresh bubbles! I could also choose from an array of Sorbet nail colours for both my hands and feet. I went for a neutral selection of “Blush” for my feet and “Melting Moment” for my hands.

On the left we have Blush and on the right we have Melting Moment by Sorbet

While Paige looked worked her magic on my feet, Chelsea gave me a manicure and paraffin dip treatment which I had never had before. Basically, your paws get dipped into hot paraffin wax which creates a waxy coating. Your hands are then put into their own individual plastic coverings and then put into little mittens for a few minutes. Paraffin dips have so many benefits that I actually had no idea about. They increase blood flow, relaxes muscles and helps with joint stiffness AND can also be used to help treat arthritis!

After a few minutes, the dip was peeled off and Chelsea gave me a little hand massage using the BTI Massage Cream, which smells AMAZING – like candy! Once that was finished, she painted my nails with my chosen colour.

Blush by Sorbet

All in all, I had such a lovely time, spending the morning with these ladies. I absolutely love how friendly the students are and I have no doubt that they will make wonderful beauty and wellness therapists.

If you would like to find out more about the Beauty Therapy Institute, click here or view their Facebook page for more info. They have the highest standard of education in the health, beauty and skincare industry and are currently running a fantastic deal of 10% off all massage and holistic courses.

Until next time,

Mycaila – Jade

XXX

SPLIT APART BY VISAS – OUR STORY

It’s not every day that you fall in love with a Scotsman who you’ve met in your home country on a wild night out.

It’s also not every day that you two quit your jobs and make plans to travel overseas together after dating for only THREE months.

And it CERTAINLY is not every day that you happen to find out 3 weeks after arriving in Scotland together that there’s a baby on the way!

It is however every day, that families are split apart by visas.

And it is also every day that all the plans that you two have together get put on hold while temporary plans are made, knowing that many months will be spent apart.

I am not complaining about this, I am simply stating facts about our little friend called “life”.  Life is weird. Life is unpredictable. It is also happy and sometimes it can be sad. Life can be fair and of course, something that the boyfriend and I are experiencing now – life can be pretty damn unfair at times. But alas, with life, we learn how to deal. Whether you’re dealing together or apart, you still just deal.

Smiles and flaring nostrils in Windsor!

When leaving Scotland to come home to South Africa to apply for my next visa, my other half and I said our goodbyes to each other. Trying to brighten a sad moment between ourselves, we kept saying that it’s “not for long” and that “I’d be back soon”, but of course there were tears. Airports can be such happy places, but also such sad ones too.

We already knew that it was a risk for me to be flying back to South Africa because of how far along I was in my pregnancy at the time, not knowing how long my next visa could take to be approved or not. The fact that the visa that I was currently on was the incorrect one to begin with wasn’t really working in our favour either, but we were only trying to fix our visa agency’s mistake.  We had 4 weeks to get my next visa sorted. This would take us to my last week of pregnancy where I would still be allowed to fly back on the airplane. We had everything planned and I flew home with all of our visa documents.

Fooling around at Loch Lomond Shores!

Those 4 weeks turned into 6 months. Yes, SIX whole months – for reasons that I choose to not explain, but let’s just say that we weren’t dealing with the brightest cookie in the jar via the visa agency.

Over the next 3 months, my other half will be missing out on my growing tummy – our growing tummy. He will be missing out on feeling our baby’s kicks, and watching our baby grow. He won’t be here for our baby scans, or be able to listen to our baby’s heartbeat at the check-ups.

Over the next 6 months, there will be no more night time cuddles or Sunday morning breakfasts together. He’ll have to start making his own packed lunches for work and doing his own laundry (always a huge deal for men). I won’t be there to welcome him home after a long day at work or spend our usual nights cooking dinner together in our kitchen.

A day of exploring in Edinburgh!

We have started our life together in Scotland. We have our own home. Our own space. Our own routine and independence.

We had it all planned that we would be having our baby in the UK. We had been going to regular midwife appointments and had met the lady who would be delivering our baby. Everything was comfortable and we had everything figured out.

It’s been a week since we have found out that we will be apart and things have settled. We have had to move forward from what we cannot change. We have had to re plan the birth of our baby, which will now be taking place in Cape Town and my other half has now planned to work plenty of over time to make up for the cost of us having to live double lives and to earn enough leave days to fly to Cape Town for the birth of our baby.

Our first rugby game together in Scotland!

There is a silver lining to every situation. One thing that we both need to remember is that this is all temporary and will be fixed with something more permanent. What I am learning is that there is no amount of distance that will keep us apart. There are always risks with the things that we do, and while living our little friend called “life”, these risks taken can sometimes have unpredictable consequences.

In “life”, regardless of the situation, with every challenge thrown our way, we always need to try our best to be positive and look at the situation from all angles. We are handed situations for a reason, but we just haven’t quite figured this one out yet.

Not only will this make us even stronger than what we are, this will also make us appreciate the time that we do actually spend together. At the end of the day, this is also a small sacrifice for a much bigger picture of our hopes and plans for our family.

Wintery mornings in London together!

P.S We have since gone with a new visa agency who we have full confidence in helping us going forward!

Until the next life update,

Mycaila-Jade

xxx

WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE THE SINGLE ONE

Being the single one? Good heavens, this could leave you questioning life, your existence and what it is you’re ACTUALLY doing on this planet. Who am I? What’s my name? Who are my friends? What am I having for lunch? Why do I want this for lunch? Why are there so many decisions in life? And my absolute favourite: What am I doing with my life?

Don’t worry, I find myself asking these questions a few times a day, and quite frankly, I don’t really have an answer.

And then, the most asked question by other people: So why are you single?

And something we probably all find ourselves thinking is: Hmmm, because no one will date me, maybe?

Because we don’t really have an answer to that one either. What a clueless bunch of Dipsy’s we are!

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Or maybe we are single because we haven’t quite fallen in love with ourselves yet, but then again, I know that you know that we know of people, who know people who are in relationships, that aren’t quite happy with themselves to begin with. So what is it, Universe? How exactly is it meant to go? Do we REALLY need to love ourselves to find someone to love us too? What a confusing world we live in!

Let’s start with the basics: Being single can be so much fun. Well, at least people make it out to be that way.

When we are single, we are seen as free. Free to go out, do what we want. We are allowed to hook up with whoever we’d like, flirt with anyone and everyone, party, grab people’s numbers (and their asses?), chat, meet up, flirt some more, and so it goes on. Like I said, when we are single, we are free. Free to do whoever and whatever we like. We aren’t owned by anyone. We are our own.

Being the single Pringle out of your group of friends can be a challenge to say the least.

We might find ourselves faced with two different groups of friends, during our stay in SingleVille. Firstly, we have the ones who include the single friends. You guys are the absolute gems – the pearlers in life!! Quite frankly, you’re on the same level of importance as a glass of wine is after a disgusting day at work. Noddy badge to you, all the way!

Then we have the ones who don’t include the singletons.

It’s almost as though they’re too smitten to see past the infatuation of their significant other. When you’re in a relationship, one starts mixing with their other half’s friends. You start going out with them, building other friendships with their friends, their families, maybe even their work partners, whoever it may be. This seems to become a routine. A routine so stuck, that one almost becomes oblivious to the other people around them, nevermind the old friendships that are being excluded.

Go out there and be THE BEST single pringle that you can be!!!

Go out there and be THE BEST single pringle that you can be!!!

When you have realised that pretty much all your friends are in relationships, except you, you might find yourself feeling alone. You might want to go out there with the confidence of a bull and make new friends, but that MIGHT be difficult if you don’t have friends to go out with when every Tom, Dick and Harry are in a relationship.

Being the single one can either break you, or make you, as cliché as it sounds. It can break you emotionally in the sense that you might find yourself feeling alone, needy, or simply just missing a “friend”.  Or, the situation could encourage a lonely Leony to put on her big girl panties, get up off the couch and conquer the world, or maybe just the day. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves!!!

Come to think of it, maybe all the occupants in SingleVille haven’t quite finished their stay yet. Maybe they’re comfortable and don’t feel the need to upgrade to the land of the “taken”. Maybe your one way ticket to that destination hasn’t quite arrived because you’re headed in a different direction, or maybe, the timing just isn’t right.

Many of us wonder why we are the single one’s, but don’t realise that there is a reason. A reason so far beyond what we are capable of understanding. You see, the universe works in mysterious ways. She speaks a language of her own. A language that we simply do not understand. We can try, but we will not understand.

If you are the single one out of your friends, it’s okay. We need to realise that whatever happens, whoever we meet and whatever we do, is meant to be that way. If we lose friends through their relationships, it’s okay. If we gain friends through not being in a relationship, that too, is okay.

Don’t be THAT twit that goes day to day in search of Mr Yes, Mr No or Mr Maybe.

Realise that you are the perfect one for yourself right now. You tick all of your own boxes. In fact, you tick them better than what anyone else ever can.

And that’s not so bad now, is it?

Oh look!!! Single ladies with a SMILE...imagine that!

Oh look!!! Single ladies with a SMILE…imagine that!

WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE 22

What’s it like to be 22 you ask? Well, good heavens, the early twenties are in fact mortifyingly confusing!!!

First things first, when you are of such an age, one doesn’t quite know if they’re in fact Arthur or Martha, Harry or Sally, or POSSIBLY even Mandy or Randy!! I mean which name does one even respond to when not knowing? My point is that we don’t exactly know who we are yet. We can be whoever we want to be, we can respond to whichever name we want to respond to and we can certainly put on our Brave Brenda Booties, invite Inquisitive Ingrid to the party and give them all a good try for that matter. That is until we figure it out…

Just a bunch of 22 year olds being weird!!!

Just a bunch of 22 year olds being weird!!!

With that being said, being 22 has a way of making you feel as though you are meant to have your life together, which is basically impossible, considering we barely even know our own names! At the moment, my logic of thought goes something along the lines of “I’m almost 23, which is so close to 25, which is BASICALLY a ¼ of a century and pretty much means that I’m almost 30 and should have my life together by now. I should be successful, know what I want out of life, be on the right track and possibly even be on the lookout for the right guy to eventually settle down and be jolly with.

Truth is, at 22, we are only just pipsqueaks. Pipsqueaks without a name to be exact. We are confused, don’t know who we are yet and are still trying to figure out what it is that we want out of life. We may think that we know, but we in fact probably don’t.

We like to be a Groovy Gretel at times too!!!

We like to be  Groovy Gretel’s at times too!!!

At 22, we are faced with MANY different challenges. For one, we are learning that we actually DON’T know everything. We start to notice who our real friends are. We realise that our time and our days are more limited than before, and become wiser with deciding who is worth spending our time and energy on. We also find ourselves letting go of high school friendships that no longer serve us. We no longer sweat the small things and learn that it’s simply OKAY to let go. We teach ourselves how to invest time in meaningful relationships with family and friends. We begin to understand the meaning of support. We learn how to support. We learn that it is okay to take and we learn the importance of giving.

We are all TRYING to be adults, yet don’t quite know how. 22 is a year of becoming a little more selfish in doing things that make you a lot happier, rather than others. We begin to want our own space. Our own places to live. We want to leave the nest. We realise that there’s a lot more to life than the valley and the place that we have grown up in. We realise that we do in fact have wings. We are learning how to spread them. We want to be free. We want to explore. Majority of us want to travel. But we also want to get our lives on track and start building a career.

Oh look!!! The weirdo's are back!!

Oh look!!! The weirdo’s are back!!

We test and push past the limitations of boundaries. This is how we learn. We learn the importance of decision making and the consequences of making the wrong ones. With every decision we make, we learn something, whether it be good or bad. We give the people in our lives many chances, but also take plenty. Every action we take allows us to slowly morph ourselves into who we truly are, but don’t realise it.

We become influenced by the people who we surround ourselves with, but are still trying to figure out WHO exactly forms part of our “favourable crowd”. The truth is, we don’t know where exactly we fit in just yet.

You see, being 22, is in fact the year of the “terrible 2’s”, rather than the preferable well known age of toddlers. Being 22 is the year of opening up doors and learning whether to knock on them politely, or bulldoze them down.

22 is a year of sacrifice. We now know the importance of paying our own bills. We understand more now than ever what it’s like to work for what you have. We learn to FINALLY take the advice we have ignored over and over again, because we have realised that we are in fact growing up. We are all becoming adults.

We learn the value of money. We begin to understand that things don’t just fall onto your plate as they did in high school. We are no longer spoon fed. We are taught that time and effort in a job goes a long way, and results in small jumps of success and rewards. We are all trying to find a way to establish ourselves. We don’t know how, but we are trying.

We learn to teach ourselves the meaning of patience. We invest our time and energy on more meaningful situations. We no longer feel the need to impress the people around us, because we are who we are.

We become more comfortable in our own skin. We accept that we might not actually be a size 2, but rather embrace the fact that we are a comfortable size 10. Who actually cares anyway? We realise that looks aren’t everything. We feel okay to face the world without any make up on. We aren’t embarrassed. We are who we are, remember.

We realise the importance of no longer running after people or empty friendships. We realise that running after people is really a waste of time, and doesn’t quite burn a satisfying amount of calories, mentally.

On some days, we even like to pull faces!!

On some days, we even like to pull faces!!

We experience pain and heartache and teach ourselves how to rise above that. We learn that we might grow apart from people or maybe develop different interests. We begin to think less about the perceptions that the outside world may have of us, because we remind ourselves that we are who we are, and that is enough. We learn to understand the meaning of our own self worth. We learn how to start loving ourselves for who we really are (even though we haven’t quite figured that part out yet).

We come to terms with the fact that Taylor Swifts song “22” will inevitably be our life theme song for the year –and  there’s no way around it! We learn that being “happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time” is in fact a REAL thing. Our emotions and thoughts are continuously running wild while we try to figure out the real world.

Being 22 can sometimes feel lonely. We don’t know where we fit in. We don’t know who our crowd is. Some days, we don’t even know how we like our coffee, nevermind what we want for breakfast!

We may feel as though we are going through a midlife crisis not knowing all of these things. We may also feel that we are lost, but lost in the right direction. We don’t know where the direction is heading, but that’s part of figuring it all out.

We like to explore and be adventurous!!

We like to explore and be adventurous!!

Some days we like to listen to Selena Gomez, other days, Eminem. Sometimes we like to be lazy and take naps, other days we might feel as though we could conquer Mount Everest. We might like our eggs sunny side up on a Monday, but scrambled on a Friday. You see, we are very unpredictable. We even take ourselves by surprise. This is what it’s like to be 22. Everything is up and down.

 

And sometimes, we like to just be human and relax!!

And sometimes, we like to just be human and relax!!

Basically, we are all a bunch of headless chickens (spring chickens, to be exact), who are running around in circles of emotion, desire and confusion, but we are none the less individuals filled with passion and ambition. Ambition to be the best that we can be.

For all we know, we could be a Glenda. We could be a Brenda. But all we need to remember is that we are not going through a “midlife crisis”, and that none of us are alone.

If we could get through being 13, 16, and 18, our year of 22 will be an absolute breeze!!

Mycaila-Jade

xxx

THE WAY THAT WE DATE TODAY

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“I’m not ready to be in a fully committed relationship”

“It’s not you, it’s me”

“I’m not ready”

“I need something more”

“We’ve drifted apart”

“I need time”

“I don’t know how to be in a relationship”

“It was a mutual decision”

“You aren’t a rebound”

“My ex and I are back together again, sorry”

I’m sure we have all heard these words before. Maybe you were the one to utter them. Maybe when you were the one who said these words, you truly meant them – at the time. Maybe you didn’t. Maybe when you heard these words, your entire world came crashing down. Maybe you thought you were in love. He was the one. She was my girl. They were the ones.

We cannot commit. We cannot fully be with just one person. We struggle. We struggle to make that person our everything. Our one and only. We constantly want more. We are on a continuous search for something better. Someone better. The best. We have too many choices. Too many options. The choice is ours, but we cannot decide. We think we have, but we really haven’t. We cannot commit. We don’t fully see the point.

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We are aware that our options have no limits. We spend our lives chasing after them. We struggle, but we try. We lead filtered lives, with everything at our fingertips. So close, but so far.

We live our lives for likes, comments, shares. We think followers are friends. We swipe right, unmatch, unfriend. We think that our 140 charactered tweets are enough – but it is not.

We have forgotten how to show respect. We have forgotten how to be respected. To be truthful, how to be faithful and loyal. We don’t know the real feeling of safety or security, but instead become accustomed to our insecurities, our lack of self respect, the invisibility of our morals and the non existent levels of our integrity.  All in all, we have forgotten how to love. We want to be loved, but we don’t love ourselves. We don’t know how. We believe “love” to be a like, a comment, a share. But that is not love which we advertise. That is attention. Nothing but attention from our filtered lives. We will always have a wandering eye. An eye for something better.

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We allow cheating, swearing at one another, slamming of doors, and shouting. We become the girl who he cheated on her with, the person who swore at the other first, the one who slammed the door. We see it as okay. But it is not. We think we can ‘try again”, “move forward”, “get through it” and “start over”, but we cannot.

We begin to think that we can fix things. We think it is okay to apologise over Whatsapp, an E-mail or an Inbox. But it is not. We think that “trying again” is an apology to one another, because you both finally understand where you went wrong. We tell ourselves that we both deserve a second chance, but we do not. You see, we don’t know the true meaning of love. We want to be a part of it, but we don’t know how.

In the back of our minds, we will constantly wonder if our partners might find someone better than us. Someone who could love them more. A person who could make them feel more beautiful than what we can. Someone who could make them feel worthier than what we are capable of. We fear, so we try harder. We filter even more. Pose more. We pretend. We pretend because we want to seem as “happy” as every other couple out there. We don’t want to fail. We want to fit in.

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We forget that behind the “happy” filtered life, behind all the hashtags and likes, we are all just human beings. Human beings that want to love and be loved. Human beings that want to do the best that they can for their significant other. We are human beings that want to be happy and feel appreciated. Without appreciation, we cannot be the best that we can be. We cannot be our full potential. We are all the same, but we struggle to realise.

We are “not ready” to be in a relationship because we have forgotten how to feel. We are taught what love should be like, but forgotten how to feel. We are taught that love is intimacy, but we’ve lost that. Love is passion, understanding, and support. Love is kindness, joy, and respect.

Love is loyalty, but we’ve lost that.

We struggle to open ourselves up to people. We cannot explain how we feel. We cannot seem to find the words that we want to say. We lack communication. We are scared of rejection. We stay with the person who won’t commit to us or go back to the person who once cheated, because it is routine. It is comfort. We might lust for someone else, but we stick with our comfort.

We need to learn how to stop making excuses. We need realise that we only allow what will happen. We are to blame. We need to overcome our fear of rejection and speak out. We need to communicate. Far too often we assume. Assumptions are only part of self communication.

We need to realise that there is more to life than a voicenote, than emoticons, a selfie, a status, or a hashtag. We need to realise that this is not communication. We find comfort in our likes, comments and shares. We think it is support. But it is not.

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We should not allow ourselves to be strung along on the side. We should have enough self respect to know that we deserve better. We all deserve the best. We need to communicate. We need face-to-face interactions. To look further than our touch screens and explain what it is that we want from the other person.

We need to realise that we ourselves are enough. We need to learn how to love ourselves. We need to become the masters of our own unconditional love, because without that, we will never truly have each other.

Mycaila – Jade

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FABULOUS FLIPPING FLAPJACKS

Anyone care for a naughty Nelly kind of breakfast?

I’ve come up with my own little recipe for some marvelous flapjacks, the kind that are healthy and friendly towards all the bums and tums out there. How jolly and what a BEAUTIFUL creation!!

Alright, so you’ll need:

  • ½ cup of blueberries
  • 2 ripe bananas
  • 2 happy chicken eggs(free range, ofcourse)
  • 1 tablespoon of Almond Flour
  • A sprinkle of cinnamon
  • A dash of coconut oil (for cooking)
  • Honey

The above ingredients are fit to serve one healthy Heather.

Cooking steps:

Basically, mash your bananas, both happy chicken eggs, blueberries, Almond Flour, and cinnamon together in a bowl and beat until “creamy”.

While doing that, make sure you have your pan ready on the stove with a dash of coconut oil, waiting on a medium heat.

Scoop the mixture into the pan, as you would when making normal flapjacks. Flip when firm and cook the other side too.

Once you have made as many flapjacks as your mixture will allow, serve and feel free to drizzle a touch of honey over your flappers.

Enjoy with your morning coffee. Guilt free treats are the fairest and most fabulous of them all.

Have a dandy day!

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Mycaila – Jade

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