NFD -This so called thing called Life…

My general morning routine consists of the following – coffee, something stodgey (cake preferably) and a spot of TV while I make my face look half decent.

I do try and eat healthy *pats nutribullet on the head and promises to visit soon* but I crave sugar in the morning.. afternoon and evening if I’m honest!

‘Feeding time’ is the ideal time for a spot of browsing. By browsing….I’m talking Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and the Blog to check for messages / stats etc.

I  try not to get annoyed when a photo that I posted on IG, which I considered pretty decent, gets about 10 likes,while over on another account a bashed up banana, gets thousands. Daft eh? That the NFD has had a few hits, but no major viewing figures and as per normal not one single comment! Its dis-heartening.

I really couldn’t care what Auntie Pat over on Facebook was having for her breakfast!  and Twitter… Pfffff …don’t even get me started on that. I’d sure I’d get more response talking to my garden wall. I Feel like screaming is there anybody out there?!!

But this morning over on Twitter I read something that put everything in perspective and made me feel very, very silly for thinking that way. It made me realise that I spend far too much time sweating over the small stuff. I’m 44 years old for heavens sake , not 4. I need to re-address my mind-set.

More so It made me cry. Buckets.

It was a piece taken from the Huffington Post and retweeted by the lovely Katie Portman ( Pouting in heels). It is the final words from Charlotte Kitley a lady who died on Tuesday, 16th September from Stage-4 bowel cancer. It’s her Goodbye.

Each word pulls on your emotions, it’s beautiful in it’s sadness.

It makes you want to seize the day, because my friend we are lucky and we can. It makes you realise that life is precious, that we should grab it by the balls and enjoy the ride. It brought home to me that there are far, far, far more important things than likes … Like Living, loving and laughing. Likes don’t make you a better person ;It’s very easy to get wrapped up in the world of social media but I hope to god I won’t be remembered for how many likes/comments I got on a post but for the impact I had on people, for the good times and the memories. For the things social media doesn’t see ..me falling down when I laugh, my mean dolphin impression ( it’s rubbish but it makes me giggle) , the fact I can drink a pint of Guinness in 12 seconds. The important little things that build the bigger picture. Build me.

With that in mind I’m going to sign off… I’m going to jump on my sleepy boyfriend and tell him how much I love him. I’m going to pop and see my mum, a cancer sufferer herself ; give her a big hug and tell her it’s all going to be ok. To ring my friends, just to say hi and arrange a much-needed night out. And because I’m feeling so elated I might even hug a stranger… or bake a cake, because I don’t bake enough; I enjoy it and it won’t get me arrested!

Please take a moment, get your tissues ready and have a read.

Later l’ll be having my usual Friday night “start of the weekend” drink. Only tonight I’ll be looking up at the stars and toasting a very brave lady who lost the battle.

“We’re all travelling through time together every day of our lives. All we can do is do our best to relish this remarkable ride.” About Time

Until next time, Tracey x

Sunday Riley to the rescue…

As you all know (I bore you enough). I’m passionate about my skin-care; or rather I’m obsessed with my less than perfect skin and I am always on the look out for ways, be it treatments or products, to improve its condition. It will never be perfect but it will be the best it can be… (apply to all aspects of your life and you’ll not go far wrong.)

And low and behold I think I may have found the holy grail of skin care…
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I’ve heard alot of bloggers ‘talk’ about Sunday Riley and praise how good their products are. It was not a brand I was overly familiar with but after studying their own website, which is very slick and informative. Checking out the fabulous Cult Beauty website and making sure it was on Caroline Hirons list of ok products ( this lady knows her stuff) I placed my first order (via Cult Beauty)… And waited patiently for it to arrive.

I plumped for the Ceramic Slip Clay Cleanser, which came with a free decent size sample of Good Genes and the Juno facial oil.

The cleanser is priced at £35 and the Juno at £70. As I mentioned previously Good Genes came free and was the ideal way to try before you buy. Retails at £85. It was actually the product I was most keen to try and it doesn’t disappoint.

I don’t claim to be a skin care expert. I go souly on how my skin behaves and it’s general appearance. In the same way as I dont weigh myself, I go by how tight my clothes are and how many chins I have!

I love Sunday Rileys philosphy that they want to achieve results and achieve them quickly. I was doing a little jig and high fiving the cats after reading this. So do I, so do I!

I can honestly say that within the first week of using the products morning and evening my skin was showing signs of improvement. Dare I say I was even glowing.

The Juno Hydroactive Cellular face oil is a joy to use. I love using it. It smells divine, sinks in wonderfully ( my skin literally drinks it) and it leaves you with a beautiful glow. Ingredients include blackberry, cranberry and chardonnay grape seed oil to name a few. 3 weeks on and my skin is more uniform, my pores don’t look as big. I feel cleaner and I’m less congested and spotty. As I type I don’t have a single spot… But you can guarantee that now I’ve tempted fate I’ll wake up tomorrow with the skin of a premenstrual teenager!

One of the most important factors to me, aside from looking better, is the effect on my confidence. Until you experience bad skin this may sound alien and even a little vain but believe me spots and scarring sucks. Especially at 44 ! I’ve been known to avoid going out on my bad days and to take the attention away from my complexion over compensate with far too much eye-makeup… Alice Copper you have nothing on me on spotty days!

Talking about eyes… I am very keen to try their eye cream ‘Start Over’ next which again has rave reviews. The products are not cheap, this is priced at £65. However the products speak for themselves, they work (for me) and what price beauty eh? I suppose my face and my continually improving skin are a living testimony to that.

I even posted an unfiltered photo!! (below) onto IG at the weekend…and when your dad gives you a compliment about how well your looking, then obviously something’s working. My dad didn’t even blink when I went from a brunette to a blonde. I don’t think he noticed!…
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Have you used Sunday Riley before and if so what other products would you recommend?

Until next time, Tracey x

Cataplexy… All I want is a good nights sleep

Chances are if you are ever lucky ( or some might say unlucky) enough to meet me, at some point I’ll start laughing. You see I laugh a lot. Mainly at myself. When I’m nervous, happy, even sometimes when I’m upset?  You really can’t beat a good old ‘reight from the belly’ laugh.

You will  no doubt notice that when I do laugh, I look slightly odd. That  I hold my body in an awkward way, I’m fighting with my head to keep it upright and that I’ve closed my eyes. You’d probably ask yourself what is she doing?…but be far too polite to ask. You may even presume I’m drunk. This happens a lot more than I’m comfortable with. Only last week my fella informed me that on our first few dates, he presumed I had been drinking and had a little alcohol problem. I was devastated. Hopefully I would remain upright (I’ve only collapsed twice in public, thank god!) if slightly embarrassed as I cling to a wall or the nearest person…. Just relieved not to be in a big heap on the floor.

Narcolepsy

Welcome to my world. The weird little world of cataplexy – a medical condition in which strong emotion or laughter causes a person to suffer sudden physical collapse though remaining conscious. Cataplexy manifests itself as muscular weakness which may range from a barely perceptible slackening of the facial muscles to complete muscle paralysis with postural collapse. Attacks are brief, most lasting from a few seconds to a couple of minutes, and typically involve dropping of the jaw, neck weakness, and/or buckling of the knees. Even in a full-blown collapse, patients are usually able to avoid injury because they learn to notice the feeling of the cataplectic attack approaching and the fall is usually slow and progressive. The term cataplexy originates from the Greek κατά (kata, meaning “down”), and πλῆξις (plēxis, meaning “stroke”).

I have mentioned my condition before as I’ve been living with it for over 10 years now. However my strange little ailment appears to be getting worse.

My sleep is all over. I cant ‘ get my head down’ when I’m supposed too but come 2.00pm in an afternoon and I would do anything to crawl back into my bed for half an hour. I’ve even been known to start nodding off at my desk. It’s taking its toll. My skin looks shallow, my eyes look dark and I’m more spotty than usual. At times I’m short tempered. I get frustrated, running on 75% is no fun and I simply don’t like it. It was bad enough when I couldn’t tell a joke for fear of falling over, now I look constantly knackered and still can’t tell a joke!!

One of the symptoms of cataplexy is irregular sleep patterns. Hence my ability to fall asleep anywhere at the drop of a hat. Nothing strange about that you might say, we all get tired…It’s my mood when I wake up that I do not like. Its a vicious circle, the more tired I am, the worse my cataplexy appears. I’m often groggy and confused. Sometimes I’ll loose my bearings ( where am I, who are you?) and I usually come out with a lot of gobbledygook. Rach, my beautiful friend with lovely long blonde hair and I still giggle about the time I woke up and told her quite seriously that she would look great with a dark brown afro? Yep odd… I have no idea myself where that one came from. Just this week, post nap, I started talking to the Mr about car-parks. I can be boringly at times… But carparks – it’s just odd.

Following a conversation a couple  of nights ago (about car-parks) I decided enough was enough and it was time to give cataplexy a run for its money. There is no actual cure… well l say that. Anti-depressants are supposed to ‘numb’ symptoms along with any personality you had no doubt. My doctor advised me against taking them and to be honest it was a big no no right from the start on my part. I Iike my ‘wacky’ personality thankyou, I didn’t want a watered down, ‘steady’ version of me. I would just have to shut up, put up and get on with it.

I’ve decided to start by changing my eating and drinking habits; to see if this makes a difference. The first and maybe the most obvious is to give up coffee. This may sound easy, however I think I’m addicted to caffeine. On average I would say I drink 6 to 8 cups of coffee a day. I think it may take some weening off in my case! I intend to substitute the coffee with a combination of plain water, hot water with lemon or pure cherry juice. Research advises me that the later is supposed to aid a good night’s sleep, and is also great for gout if your a sufferer.

I also intend to cut down on my beloved pasta, bread and potatoes, and up the red meat and fish intake. Less carbs, more protein appears to be the way forward.

I intend to document my findings and share them with you all on here. Hopefully somewhere along the line I’ll get a goods nights sleep and share how I achieved it. Now I can’t guarantee I’ll not fall down in the process!

Do you suffer from cataplexy, or a sleeping disorder? Do you have any tips or recommendations. I’d love to hear them.

Right I’m off to enjoy a lovely cup of hot water with a dash of lemon… do I sound convincing ? I’m already craving coffee and we’ve only just started…

Oh oh, wish me luck!

Tracey x