As I mentioned in my ‘Life Update’ post, I’ve been ridiculously busy lately with work, dating, socialising and fighting for some alone time. People always ask me how I juggle the blog with everything going on – especially how I manage to fit in dating too, so I thought I’d give you a little diary-style post which shows what a day in my life (and brain) is like!
Whilst I had this idea, the lovely people over at ‘Love Food Hate Waste’ got in contact about their latest campaign that raises awareness about those lonely foods who are often strewn away because they can’t find a juicy enough match. As that sounded exactly like my own love life, this post will be detailing what my life is like whilst sharing some info on their campaign. So here we go!
5:45am Alarm goes off, I roll over to the cold side of the bed and stroke the blank space where a man could be and I’m SO GRATEFUL that I get to starfish out instead. In my comfort, I snooze.
6:00am Alarm goes off again. No time for snoozing as I need to shower and wash my hair, ready for my date after work. Normally I don’t bother with all that faff before work – I prefer to shower in the evening but you know, when you want to impress, you want to feel your best.
6:03am Little Mix blares into my shower cubicle as ‘Hair’ sasses me up for the day. It’s a quick 2 minute job as I need to rush out the door for my train very VERY soon.
6:33am I lock my front door, stick my earphones in, press play on my 90s and 00s playlist and begin my trudge to the train station. It’s during my walks to work that I either brain storm blog ideas, finish up writing posts, publish them and schedule tweets. If you don’t see a post – it’s normally just because I’m driving my sister’s car and don’t have the walk-time to do blog stuff.
6:42am I’ve picked up the pace a bit here and I’m practising my best saunter in case of passing any hotties on my way. The South West of London is rife with young professionals all making their way into their jobs in Central and I find myself daydreaming about peoples back stories.
6:47am I head into the Co-Op to buy my breakfast and lunches for the week at work. Breakfast usually consists of a banana, satsuma, apple and a slice of toast. I hate to buy too much because the wastage is awful if I get to the end of the week and haven’t used everything up. Did you know that 24 million slices of bread are wasted each year?
For lunch, I’ve been loving falafel, couscous, salad and hummus which I can buy every couple of days and make sure I use it all up. These foods pair up with each other well because they come in shareable portions that you can divide up each day – preventing waste. Now if only I could actually find a male match that I could divide up into perfect portions so they never got too much but kept me satisfied, eh?
6:50am My train and friend Sarah arrive and our journey to work begins. We usually gossip about work, what we got up to the night before or Love Island. Mostly we tell each other how much we stink after our brisk, hot morning walks.
6:55am At Balham an absolute man mountain of a hotty gets on. As I’m sure I can’t handle another #TrainGuy scenario, I just gaze at him until Clapham Junction or until Sarah gets pissed off at me for not listening to her.
7:00am Coffees from the cute guy at our favourite coffee place really help to perk us up. Due to my ever increasing eye bags, this cup of Joe is never wasted. At this point I daydream about the fact that an area the size of Wales would need to be created to fit in all of the food and drink we waste and the only thing to snap me out of this is crooning to the coffee shop playlist of more 90s RnB. At 7am? It’s bliss.
7:13am The final train to work arrives and we meet our other friend Harriet. Further catch ups and gossiping commences as do discussions about what the rest of our days looks like. I inform the girls I’ve got a date tonight and do my usual panic over – what to wear, how much to drink, how to not look like a pig whilst eating and where the evening will lead to.
8:15am We’re in work, classrooms are set up, plans for the day have been discussed, mountains of photocopying have been done and it’s breakfast time. I HAVE to eat because 28, 8 year olds do not need to see Hangry Me. It’s also our time to catch up with other staff and have a little giggle and moan about how tired we are before the day kicks off.
10:45am A morning of English and Maths lessons leaves me absolutely ravenous and whilst running between my friends’ classrooms to tell them something funny that happened, I pounce on the staff room table which is usually filled with stuff I shouldn’t be eating – biscuits, cake and snacks. Weirdly, cake is in the top 10 of foods we waste the most. Weird because I don’t think I’ve EVER thrown cake away. Down my throat, yes. In the bin? No way.
12:15pm My favourite part of the day – lunch time. We scramble for seats at the table and usually some sort of drama has happened. As I’m mid-way through telling the troupes another embarrassing date story, I take my anti depressant which must be had with food. Then I head to the local shop for a much needed Diet Coke or 2. One that I give to my friend so I’m not wasting the ‘buy 2 for £2’ offer. Over lunch, my mind starts wandering to my date that evening. Have I heard from him yet? Will it still go ahead? Am I going to get cancelled on? I hate telling people at work about dates because they’re always so disappointed for me when they fall through or they’re crap and I can’t bear the patronising – ‘it’ll happen when you least expect it’ style chats. ANYWAY WOOP. I do have a text! It’s from ‘him’ confirming our time and location for later. Yep we’re eating out. My thoughts turn to my outfit. What will flatter a food baby the most?
16:00pm My day has flown by and I haven’t stopped but at this time, I’m ravenous. I’m working out how disgusting it would be to fit in an extra dinner before the date. Can I really be expected to not eat anything before we meet at 8pm? I settle on another Diet Coke and maybe some Quorn Cocktail Sausages from the Co-Op on my walk home.
17:20pm Arriving home, all I want to do is flomp on the sofa but I need to sort my room out and get ready to leave in just over an hour. I open the fridge and last night’s Chilli is in there. If it’s not eaten today, it’ll be thrown away and if there’s anything I hate, it’s wasting food. I decide to munch it whilst watching Ex on The Beach and give myself just 30 mins to get ready.
18:30pm BIG MISTAKE. No clothes fit and my hair and make up are not going right. Why do I always do this to myself? If only I’d given myself the full hour and a half to get ready, instead of being a massive sloth, I’d be feeling relaxed and ready by now. This is where the nerves kick in. I’m convinced he won’t fancy me. I stress over what to say upon greeting. Do we hug? Kiss on cheek? High five? Nope, don’t be such a freak.
20:05pm I’m a few minutes late but that’s fine. I prefer spotting the person waiting outside and strolling over than being the one who is waiting and having to pretend I can’t see them before they’ve approached. Wow I’m awkward. We head inside, my stomach is full. HOW am I going to eat? Again, more regrets about my pre date prep.
20:30pm We’re 25 minutes in and his cheating ex girlfriend has already been brought up. I am NOT feeling this. Normally, if I’m on a date and I want to impress, I’ll be so hyper aware of how I’m eating that food will go everywhere or I’ll get all the sauce on my chin. I’ll also consider leaving food on my plate so I don’t look like a huge pig and I’ll slow my eating pace down because otherwise I just inhale it but with him I’m not bothered.Plus as I’ve been learning so much about food wastage, I can’t bear to leave a chip on my plate. If we all did that, we’d add to the 5.8 million potatoes that are wasted each year. Therefore, Burger, in my face, now.
21:00pm I escape to the bathroom to text my multiple Whatsapp groups about the date. I fancy him a bit more now but that might be the gin talking. I always tell them that I’m SURE the guy doesn’t fancy me. Tonight is no different. I take selfies in the bathroom mirror for Insta stories and head back out, with a bit more of a strut in my step.
22:00pm My eyes are on the clock. I have to be up early. I can’t be hungover. I say to him that this is our last drink and he asks me if I’d like to see him again. I say I would and we drink up and walk to the Underground. We go our separate ways here with a peck on the lips and for the first time tonight I’m actually REALLY bothered if he fancied me or not. I’ll ask him later…
22:32pm I get off at Balham and order my Uber home. I’m excited to be in bed by 11 which is my normal bed time. I feel like I’ve nailed it tonight! Now the only question is… do I get a Maccy Ds to celebrate?
This post literally couldn’t be more accurate of my dating and work life. This is my EVERY DAY. So when Love Food Hate Waste approached me about collaborating – I KNEW a diary would be the best way. When I’m not eating, I’m thinking about food and working with them really made me more conscious of how much food I consume and waste. If you want to find out more about that click here.
This is a sponsored post but this life is fully (unfortunately some may say) my own.