My Coffee Corner

So as you may or may not know, I’m a little in love with coffee. There have been times when I let my relationship with coffee consume me meaning I drank 4 cups a day, and other times when I let it bankrupt me meaning I went to Starbucks twice a day which is the financial equivalent of taking out a mortgage.

 

But since then, we’ve found a happy balance, coffee and I. I’ve invested in a few bits and bobs that help me make my one cup a day – a quality cup a day.

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I was a little nervous before making these investments. My goals was to be able to make a starbucks level quality cup of coffee from the comfort of my own home. I figured that instead of spending £10 per day on my love, I could spend £200 one time and get that £5 beverage for a relative cost of 50p – which would decrease each time I made one. I didn’t want to stop being a coffee snob. But I did want to be a financially stable coffee snob.

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So I took the jump! I banned myself from Starbucks and instead invested in a few pieces. I placed all these happy little products in a place I love to call my coffee corner.  I go there each morning and make a brew as I watch the sunrise and smell the beans and just generally have a moment of peaceful indulgence before the day starts.

In todays post I’m going to welcome you into one of my favourite spots of my flat and tell you the where, what and why of all the pieces it contains.coffe corner.jpg

 

  1. First up : My coffee machine 

This stunning De’Longhi Icona Vintage Traditional Pump Espresso Coffee Machine ECOV311.BG

delonghi 1This De’longhi coffee machine is a dream. It lets me make espresso’s and cappuccino’s and looks so ridiculously cute while doing so. It’s on the cheaper side of the coffee machine families which is ideal for anyone looking for a first buy.  coffee machine

I love that you don’t need to be a fully trained barista to use it too. It’s easy to set up and easy to use. I find myself using the steamer most often (for hot chocolates too!) and the espresso (which fits ESE pods) when I’m looking to feel a bit more boujie.

I love this machine, it’s vintage style, aswell as the fact that it matches my kettle and toaster too! And I’d deffo recommend it.

Click here if you want to get one!

 

2. Syrups

I LOVE SYRUPS. Adding these to my coffee in the morning just adds so much excitement to my day. Is that weird? They are huge bottle which last forever but make me feel like I’m really treating myself when I serve up a fresh butterscotch ice coffee.

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A dash of this a dash of cinnamon, butterscotch, mint – my goodness I love them all.(except the sugar free gingerbread one. I would not recommend that one. It takes like regret)

Those that I do recommend however, are linked below.

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Click to get yours!:

Butterscotch (just truly delicious)

Mint (makes me feel fresh, light and awake)

Peanut Butter (I’m not a peanut buttery gal but this is more than a flavour it’s a VIBE and aroma and feel)

Pumpkin Spice (yes.)

 

 

3. My Kettle

This kettle is super cute, functions well and matches my coffee machine. That’s all I need to know.

I feel like the whole vintage set by De’Longhi gives my kitchen a homely and eloquent feel.

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I mean just look at those two together? An investment I don’t regret.

Click here to buy!

4. THE LITTLE THINGS!

  • Cafetiere – I use these usually when hosting guests and I want a strong brew to share. I got them from Asda and H&M Home.
  • Sugar cube holder – not a sugar cube holder – just a glass jewelry box, but looks super cute! Also from H&M
  • SweetBird Syrup Pump – you will NEED these to go along with the syrups! They are re-useable which is great.
  • Jars – the jars on the counter with tea bags and on the rack are from home bargains and poundland – I bought them while at university and if I remember correctly the cost about £1
  • Espresso cup – £1.50 asda
  • Stainless Steel Milk Pitcher – a little harder to find so I bought online! Definitely worth it
  • Plants – These add nothing functional to my coffee corner, but add a nice touch of life. They were around 79p from aldi and are some a basil and corriander plant placed inside a couple of mason jars for a whole look 🙂 I do actually use these when cooking and find them surprisingly easy to keep almost alive!

 

One tip for all of the above I’d give is rinse them/wash them straight after use! Especially the milk frother part of the coffee machine! If you leave it – you’ll regret it but it you simply wipe it down with a clean coffee straight away, you’ll find it a pleasure to use and maintain 🙂

And those are the main bits and bobs! …For now.

I’m really grateful to enjoy these items and given that I’ve had so many questions on what I use and where I get them, I thought I’d share!

The links in this post are affiliate links meaning I get a small amount if you buy directly through them – but it doesn’t charge you any more. If you’d like to purcahse any of these items, buying them through the links would be an awesome way to support my blog/online life – but please don’t feel obliged to buy this stuff just because I’ve put them here!

Thanks for your love and internet friendship!

 

XOXO Coffee Loving Dr Saz

How I stopped Hating my body

I used to hate my body.

I have this really random and weird memory from when I was about 8 years old. I can recall it with a bizarre level of utmost clarity, like a 4k HD movie. I was sat on the bottom bed of mine and my sisters bunk bed with my leg positioned so that my knee pointed to the ceiling and my foot lay flat on the bed. I was staring at the slope of my hamstring in the mirror, grabbing my hamstring saying ‘I wish I wasn’t so fat.’

It’s kind of weird to recall because it was an isolated memory and my dislike of my body didn’t fully take off until a few years later. But is significant because it shows how I absorbed the body issues of society like a sponge and even at such a young and innocent age I had already learnt to hate my body.

I wasn’t fat as a a child. I did lots of running and was super active so was relatively muscular, but I sat there grabbing my muscle, accusing myself of being too fat because most other girls and women shown as beautiful on TV didn’t have muscular hamstrings.

When I was in year 6, I developed early. I started my period at a young age and got boobs super quick. I was a B to C cup at age 10… and I hated it!!

(I KNOW WHAT AN UNGRATEFUL CHILD CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHERE MY BOOBS WENT IS THIS THE PRICE I PAY FOR UNGRATEFULNESS??? FATHER FORGIVE ME)

I remember playing rugby one time with the rest of my school friends. One of the boys tackled me and my top came down a little, revealing my bra. He pointed at me and said:

“Sara’s got boobs!” And made fun of me and told EVERYONE. I was mortified. I hated having bigger boobs that the other girls.

Then, when I was in year 9 I started a new school. It was my first week, I still had no friends and it was P.E lesson time (at this point I was a top junior athlete, training regularly). As I was getting changed in the changing rooms, another girl (who was incredibly beautiful by all standards of the word) pointed at me and shouted:

“HAHAHAHA SHE’S GOT A MANS FIGURE BUT WITH BOOBS!”

Everyone looked at me as I stood there in my underwear, vulnerable as could be, and they all laughed. I was mortified and I will probably never forget that moment.

I stayed athletic for a good period of my life, ripping jeans with my thighs and constantly longing for a thigh gap. I didn’t like my arms because they were toned and ‘manly’. Then I stopped athletics training and gained a lot of weight. The legs that I hated for being muscular I now hated for their cellulite, the arms that I hated for being too toned I now hated for their bingo wings.

I could go on and on with memory after memory.

Kids in school told me my lips were sausage lips and too big (I have memories of folding my lips in to see what they would look like if they were smaller). A grown (black) woman in church asked me why my skin was so much darker than my sisters and why my nose was so much bigger. Me and Kima (my sister) looked at each other (I was around 12 years old at the time) and there was this moment when we both realised that my skin was slightly darker and my nose was slightly bigger. We had never noticed that before.

So for whatever reasons, I didn’t like my body.

And yet now I genuinely love my body. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wake up each day like DAMN SIS YOU FINE. It’s more of a chilled – I am okay with this to the point where I barely think about it because it’s chill kind of vibe. Sometimes I catch my reflection in the mirror, rolls (yes I still have those), muscles and all on show, and I think something like ‘it’s a crime that the whole world can’t see this fire right now’.

LOL like what? even?

Recently I’ve been pausing to wonder how the heck did I get from hating my body to kind of loving it? When after all – I don’t actually look that much different. I probably looked ‘better’ by worldly standards, when I was 16 years old.

I want to keep this post short (failed already) , so I’ll bullet point this, but from my reflections so far – here’s how I did it:

  1. I realised that I don’t have to be pretty. 

Nahhh let’s pause here.

I DON’T HAVE TO BE PRETTY!!!!

Or beautiful!!! Or sexually attractive!!

Adjusting my body to fit other peoples idea of beauty is LITERALLY NOT MY PURPOSE IN LIFE.

It’s like asking an eagle why it can’t swim. Like hun – it’s an eagle and it’s about to fly off and leave you feeling as irrelevant as that question.

That is not my purpose in life. I literally owe beauty to NO ONE.

If some guy finds me unattractive – that is about as relevant as my year 9 Geography grade. My body isn’t here for his sexual pleasure, creep. It’s here to allow me to live. It’s a temple, a vessel for the expression of life. How the heck is some random guy gonna try and belittle that supernatural, Godly purpose to his own creepy little sexual preference?

In the same way that I stopped stressing about my heartbreakingly, tragically low year 9 geography grade when I realised that the glorious combination of google maps and my medical career choice had rendered my geography skills wholly irrelevant to my life, I also stopped caring about my ‘beauty grade’ when I realised it was not my problem.

2. I started looking after it

A whole process, but you really learn to love stuff when you take the time to look after it, improve it, keep it in good condition, polish it and care for it.

3. I saw what happens when peoples bodies fail.

Good health is a blessing. Don’t take your body for granted

4. I realised that I’m the one who defines beauty – not society.

I get to decide what I think is pretty. One day I looked at my thick lips, fully looked at them and realised that I like them big. I genuinely liked them. Turns out society decided to agree 10 years later.

5. I removed myself from people who said mean things to me.

Literally left friends behind (e.g that girl in the changing rooms) because the words and actions that they chose to speak over me were detrimental to me bettering myself and at odds with the purpose on my life

 6. I stopped being mean to myself.

You can cut off all the bullies but if you still look in the mirror and call yourself ugly then you are still getting bullied. Stop being mean to yourself

7. I realised my looks are a gift from my parents and my gift to my future children.

I will never allow anyone to call my parents or future child ugly. Not even me

8. I faked it till I made it

Sometimes, wear that dress with confidence. Post that picture where your arms look huge, keep doing it again and again and don’t ask questions or reflect. Just move on and carry on with life

9. I focused on other things 

My relationship with God, my career, my athletic goals, how much I give, my kindness, my relationships, my ability to forgive others, my room decor, my youtube videos, my meme collection – turns out that when I focused on the important things there wasn’t enough time left over to stress about the width of my calves

 

And that’s all I can think of for now.
It’s a journey. It’s a process. It didn’t happen over night.

But it certainly didn’t happen by accident either.

I hope you get there if you aren’t already. You’re awesome and beautiful and you should be kind about your body.

From someone who knows what it’s like to live in a body that she hates and then live in a (probably quite similar looking but smaller chested) body that she loves – please believe me when I say that life is more enjoyable and fruitful when lived in a state of love.

Make time to learn to love yourself.

Life is better when lived in love.

 

Xoxo

Dr Saz

The Mindset that helped me achieve my Fitness Goals

I wasn’t always fit.

Well.

I was.

And then I wasn’t.

And then I had no idea how I ever was.

It was weird.

Long story short, I was a junior athlete, represented my country internationally, got injured, went to university, stopped athletics and got fat(ter).

At my heaviest I weighed 70 kg on a 5 ft 3 frame. Not obese, but overweight.

And I felt horrendous. I was fully addicted to over-eating and sugar, I was tired and lethargic. I had NO SELF CONTROL which was emotionally stressful. You know the feeling when you really want to stop eating but it feels like you literally can’t? That’s deep. And it sucks. Although I kept most of this internal, and thought it was normal at the time-  I obsessed over my weight and body. It was always a thing, if you know what I mean.

University ball? I need to lose 10lbs. Tagged in picture on facebook? I need to lose 10lbs. Person looked at you funny? It’s cos I’m fat and need to lose 10lbs.

It feels crazy looking back. Turns out my journey to lose weight, to become fit and healthy was about FAR MORE than my weight loss. It was a whole journey of learning to love myself in a real and practical way – but we can discuss that another day.

I tried diet after diet. I’m quite an impatient person, so I usually went for the ‘2 week fix’ protein only no carb run 10 miles every day type of fixes.

Needless to say, they failed.

Year after year.

With each fail I learnt new ways to fail. I learnt the importance of accountability, enjoying my food, maintaining quality of life and meal prepping.

But for me the one thing that changed the game was when I took the time limits off and stopped rushing.

After around two years of yo-yo dieting and no lasting success, I realised that (by God’s grace) 5 years from now I’d be five years older either way.

So I took the time limits off.

I stopped googling ‘how to lose weight fast’. I stopped setting stupid targets of 2lbs weight loss per week. I decided that it didn’t matter how long it took – I would simply never quit. I’d eat a realistic, enjoyable and sustainable diet for however long it took. I’d keep exercising, slowly but surely increasing the intensity – not in a rush, but gradually enough to cope and improve.

I didn’t need to get fit for the ball or get fit for my 21st anymore.

I just needed to be fit – and fit doesn’t have a time limit.

Removing unrealistic time limits from your fitness goals sounds simple – but it is huge. It changes everything. It changes your perspective, your route, your focus and your tactics.

It’s like two people (let’s call them Lindsey and Chukwu) want to get from point A to point B. Point B is 100 miles away. It’s the year 1734 and the only method of travel is by horse back (weird analogy coming up but hear me out..).

Lindsey is inpatient. She wants to get there as fast as possible. She doesn’t pack a lunch or provision for the journey. She sets out with a dodgy plan that promises to cut the journey by 3 days by taking her through short cuts. There are no rest points in this journey plan. No time to feed the horse or nap. But Lindseys like, ‘that’s cool!’, she really wants to get there a.s.a.p so she will simply power through and go extra hard for a shorter period of time.

50 miles into the journey, Lindsey finds herself stuck in front of a river with no bridge to cross – one of the promised short cuts fell a bit short. She’s tired, discouraged and has not reached her destination. She quits and stays by this river for about 6 months because she’s super disheartened – after all she did try super hard. One day she hears about another shortcut. She’s about 6 months behind schedule now so she decides she needs to hurry and sets off on this new short cut. Lindsey does this with great enthusiasm for each new short but she hears of. She tries to take short cuts for the next 5 years.

Chukwu on the other hand, doesn’t take a short cut. In fact he takes about 10 days to simply plan and PREPARE for the trip. It takes him ages. Along the way he even adds in a couple more rest points because he had not anticipated how tiring the journey would be on his horse. It’s tough. It’s difficult, but he keeps on keeping on in the knowledge that he will reach his destination. In the end he arrives 3 days late.

But he arrives. In fact, he arrives 5 years earlier than Lindsey – not that he minds, because he wasn’t rushing. His only aim was to arrive.

And that’s the whole point right?

To actually achieve your goals.

I truly believe that I achieved my fitness goals the moment I chose to stop rushing. The moment I said – I don’t care how long it takes, I’ll take the long, trusted, genuine route. No short cuts, no fad diets. I’ll keep going until I get there.

Practically speaking, this change of mindset changed the game for me in many ways:

  1. I improved my diet. No instant fixes, no cutting out of whole food groups
  2. I didn’t get discouraged when I failed because my goals were realistic so I was much less likely to fail.
  3. I wasn’t running late any more. When you are rushing for a target – it’s like running late. There’s no room or margin to allow for error. Suddenly, my errors (e.g woops just ate 10 digestive biscuits) didn’t matter any more because I wasn’t in a rush and I had margin. This meant I didn’t beat myself up over my inevitable mistakes because they were already accounted for
  4. I enjoyed the process
  5. I was happier

 

And here I am.

However many years later with a lifestyle that I truly love, healthy food that I genuinely enjoy (honestly didn’t know this was possible at one point) a body fat of 14.6% that I am maintaining without any strenuous effort, and a truly happy relationship with my body.

It’s a process, learning to both love and look after your body. Like and good relationship it takes time and patience.

Breath in, breathe out.

There’s no need to rush.

You’ve got this.

One step at a time.

 

xoxo Dr Saz

3 ways to be Healthier in 2019

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New year, new me, new buzz new goals?!

I LOVE IT!!

If you haven’t seen my New years eve vlog yet, then you may or may not know that I lowkey LIVE for the magical momentum that a new year brings. That’s why you won’t see me hating on your goals. You won’t see me slying rolling through with pessimistic nillism. Call me a consumer at heart because wow I BUY INTO THE BUZZ.

For me, the new year is the perfect opportunity to reflect, set goals and make valuable life changes.

Will you achieve all 58 of your goals? No. Probably not. But does that mean that you shouldn’t try?

Absolutely not!

You could achieve one! Maybe even three! Every success is a success to be celebrated.

With that in mind here are

3 ways to be healthier in 2019.

1. Rest.

CAN I GET AN AMEN?!

Physically, Spiritually, emotionally – REST.

This point could be applied to many areas of life. We are human BEINGS not human DOINGS and it’s important to take.. no. It’s important to MAKE time to rest.

More specifically – sleep.

Sleep deprivation can have significant consequences on your health. Sleeping poorly regularly can put you at risk of heart disease, obesity and can significantly shorten your life expectancy – madness right?! Don’t believe me ? I don’t blame you. Click here to read my research packed post on the health risks of too little sleep.

Aim for 8 hours a night.

Prioritise it, defend this restful time with all your might. You NEED to sleep, and if you’re anything like me (former 6 hour per night sleeper, repentant, saved by grace) you may find that the rest of your life will glow up as a result.

 

2. Get active.

We are sedentary.

We are literally the most sedentary generation that has ever lived. We walk to the car or bus, then walk to our desk at work, sit down for 8 hours then maybe do a 30 minutes gym class after work if we are lucky. Don’t get me wrong, 30 minutes of exercise is great. That gym class is awesome – well done! But this year I challenge you to make activity a part of your life. Try getting off the bus a stop early and walking a little further. Maybe invest in a bike (I have done this!) and make activity a normal part of your every day life rather than an additional task.

Do you NEED to take the lift? Why not take the stairs instead?

We were made to move!! Make activity an integral part of your life rather than a one off special event. Your future, older self will thank you for it.

 

3. Mind your alcohol

I don’t mean to be a party pooper, but alcohol can sneak up on you.

One minute you’re an 18 year old fresher feeling fit as a fiddle the day after consuming an ungodly amount of gin, the next minute you’re a full time working adult drinking two glasses of wine per night but experiencing near death trauma the morning after you consume anything more than three.

In our British society, alcohol is a regular, social and pretty normal part of life. But alcohol can have big effect on your health when consumed excessively.

And you may be pretty surprised to find out what is considered excessive (I’ll tell you in a min 1 sec).

Long term excessive alcohol consumption can lead to brain and liver damage, nervous system damage, mouth and throat cancer and stroke.

You won’t see the results immediately, you may manage work and life along side an excessive drinking habit – but the risk is there. It’s real.

Of course, there are short term effects of alcohol consumption too. Most of us know about the high amounts of calories alcohol contains (note for those looking to lose weight), and the health risky behaviour one can partake in while drunk (e.g lost wallet, lost friends, lost dignity), but did you know that alcohol can disrupt your sleep pretty badly too?

Yes, that glass of wine might help you fall asleep quicker – but once asleep alcohol actually decreases the quality of your sleep. One way it does this is by behaving as a diuretic (makes you pee more), meaning you may get up several times in the night to urinate. Another way alcohol disrupts sleep is by changing your sleep cycle and reducing the amount of time you spend in deep sleep. Instead you spend more time in the less restful REM sleep.

Reducing your alcohol intake is GOOD. There’s no perfect level, but aim for no more than 14 units per week – this is considered low risk.

As an estimate – one shot of spirit = 1 unit. One glass of wine – 2 units. One bottle of cider = 3 units. So you can see how if you are drinking two glasses of wine each night with dinner – you’re very innocently and easily exceeding the recommended amount.

Cutting down on alcohol will help you to save money, improve the quality of your sleep and reduce your risk of long term health damage while looking after your temple of a body.

If you struggle with cutting down on alcohol and feel you may be dependent on it – there are helplines.

And that’s it.

 

3 simple steps that can help you treat your body like the gift that it is.

These are all steps that I’ve slowly implemented since the start of the year. There’s no pressure or stress – I don’t beat myself up when I opt to take the lift instead of stairs after a longass day. But I do make an effort. Every extra step, cycle, hour of sleep, glass of water instead of wine – it all helps for habits that will impact my life, my health and inevitably the life and health of those around me.

 

Do you have any New Year resolutions? I’d love to hear them!

 

Xoxo

Dr Saz

How to Not Hate Mornings

IMG_2485G.jpgI’ve been a morning person since before I can remember. It’s one thing I really do appreciate about myself. I’ve always been a firm believer that anyone who doesn’t consider themselves a morning person is simply doing it wrong.

So I was a little shook when I started to absolutely detest my mornings last December.

I had just started a new work rotation of Trauma and Orthopaedics and was now  required to start work at 7am instead of 8am. At the same time, I had switched from my 24/7 gym to a new gym that opened at 530 am – too late for me to go and workout in the mornings. This meant for the next four months I would no longer get my morning endorphin rush and would have to  change up my whole routine.

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And so it began. I’d wake up at 6am each day, quickly pray, do my hair and make up, scoff down breakfast (if I had time) and run into work just in time to start. Over and over and over again. Every time my shrill Samsung alarm would go off I would pray for anything but. I started snoozing excessively because I really didn’t want to get out of bed. This meant I was effectively waking up at 6:30am which only made my mornings even more rushed and stressful.

One could argue that there was an element of seasonal depression in there. Perhaps I didn’t hate mornings so much as I was simply adjusting to a new job with new people and for some reason felt generally less enthused. Or perhaps it was the Winter theme of waking up to darkness and coming home to yet more darkness

Either way, after about 6 weeks of absolutely hating my mornings, I decided that something had to change.

I decided this because I truly believe that this is life.

Profound – I know.

What I mean by that is, I don’t believe in living ‘for the weekend’. If you spend your weekdays praying for the weekend then, forgive me, but I think you might be doing it wrong. Life is way too short to only genuinely enjoy the weekends and in this period of hating my mornings, that is what I had slowly become. Sure, I could have just settled to despise the next four months of my life, but instead I decided that was simply not good enough.

I opted to make several changes in order to help me no longer hate my mornings. They are as follows:

1. Go to Bed Earlier

Ahh the classic news that no one ever wants to hear. The truth is, waking up at 4am is easy if you go to bed at 8pm. Waking up at 7am is difficult if you go to bed at 3am. The hour you wake up isn’t half as important as the number of hours sleep that proceeded it. Due to switching my gym routine from my preferred morning slot to an evening slot, I had been accidentally going to bed later and later, getting fewer and fewer hours sleep.

Rearranging my bedtime in order to allow me to get minimum seven, preferably eight hours sleep helped immensely. Instead of waking up tired and already swimming against the tide, I was now waking up with enough energy to face the day.

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2. DO NOT LOOK AT YOUR PHONE

Seriously. Just don’t look at your phone in the morning for at least an hour. This is one of the most revolutionary yet incredibly hard to stick to changes that I made. We are so ridiculously addicted to our phones. I’ll be the first to admit that I need my phone for just about everything. They are usually the first thing we see when we wake up and the last thing before we go to bed. They are a channel of information to our minds. Sometimes this information can be good and positive, other times it can be negative and troubling.

When you wake up first thing in the morning, you do so with a relatively clean slate. Your mind is like a canvas waiting for the first colourful brush stroke to land.

Ditching my phone for the first hour of the morning has enabled me to set the theme of my canvas for the day, instead of allowing someone else to. I no longer scroll through instagram to see how many likes my new post didn’t get, or check my youtube to see a new lovely or hateful comment. Instead I simply allow my mind to wake up organically without the endorphin rush of social media.

This not only helps me to feel more balanced, but as someone who chronically struggles with running late, it saves  a good fifteen to twenty minutes in the morning.

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3. Say Good Things Out Loud

Positive confession used to be a regular part of my day during my 5th year of uni. I had a poster of handwritten positive confessions that I’d stuck up on my wall. I would see these as soon as I woke up and speak each one out loud whether I felt like it or not. After neglecting this upon moving back to South Wales, I decided to add it back to my morning routine. I strongly recommend you try it too.

I say things like:

“Thank you Lord for the privilege and honour to be alive”

“Today is a blessed day. I am kind, I am positive, I am highly favoured.

I am diligent and successful. I am getting better and better every day”

etc. etc.

Now, some of you may be reading this and thinking ‘… soooo Sara just went from weird to full on psychotic.’

And I see your point. However, I encourage you not to underestimate the power of your words. Words can create an environment of joy and happiness, or sadness and depression. Words can fill you with a positive outlook or they can drag you down to a depths or despair.

It’s so important to be mindful of the vibe and atmosphere we create for our lives. I decided that instead of waking up and saying “I am exhausted”, or “I don’t want to go to work today..” I started saying “I am healthy and strong and I am so grateful to be able to go to work today.” No matter how I feel when I wake up, the act of saying something positive helps me to set the tone.

Speaking out the negative aspects of your life certainly won’t make them go anywhere. But speaking out the good things that you want in your life can help create a positive outlook for you to get up and go make them a reality.

I am so happy to say that since implementing these three things, I no longer hate my mornings.

What happy morning routine helps you to get up and at it?

 

“The Fear” – Short Stories by Dr Sara Sienna

I feel sick.

Hot slithers of sweat seep from my chubby hands onto the stack of notes before me as the world spins beneath my feet. If I were to projectile vomit right now, my lunch would probably travel further than my medical career. Five days. Five days until exams. Five days to revise seven modules. Nope. That’s wrong. Revise means to ‘re-visit’ and that would insinuate that I have seen these modules before. My whole intellectual career flashes before my eyes as I consider my two options. Number 1 – Start revising now, or number 2 – Build a time machine. It’s a close call as to which option offers the more successful outcome.
Regret.
Why are you like this Sara?!

I plead with my own soul and every fibre of my body. Why do you wait for ‘the fear’ to kick in before you start to prepare for exams?! Ahhh… ‘The Fear’… That classic, sick feeling of pre exam panic that propels you toward action like a moth to the flame. My old friend, my companion. But over the years, like a drug addict I’ve grown tolerant. Numb to it’s effects. At GCSEs the fear would saturate my soul a full 6 weeks before exam day. Now at medschool? 5 days.
Drip. 
A sweat drop from my forehead hits the page.
They say experience is the best teacher, and Lord knows I’ve been here before.
Drop.

I breathe in, breathe out, and prepare myself for the onslaught.

Because I did not come this far to fail.

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There aren’t many fields I claim to be an expert in, and I can’t say that I’m proud of this one. But my new video on ‘How to revise last minute’ is the grand symphony of a life long expert procrastinator. Gather all ye late to start.

Come see thine route to freedom on https://youtu.be/ssZS-0H5QIA 

20 Things You Didn’t Know About Me

Hey there QT,

Seeing as we’re sharing life, thinking, reading, chatting etc, I thought it’d be nice to share a little bit more about me. Here are 20 facts you may not know about your gal, Dr Saz Sienna. Enjoy 🙂

 

  1. I’m 5 foot 3 and a half. Yes, the half matters.
  2. I was homeschooled for 2 years and it was so awesome that I fully plan on hiring my mum to raise I mean homeschool my future children for me.
  3. I’m the youngest of 5 children in a Nigerian family, so my plans to hire my mum are competitive.
  4. I’ve never watched the Harry Potter films or read the books. I tried when I was 19 years old at Uni and gave up at number two. I’m really sorry for the offence caused.
  5. I don’t like avocados which is actually really stressful when you’re a health blogger.
  6. My ears are really small. I mean like really, really small. So small that kids in school used to measure them saying “have your ears grown yet, Sara?”
  7. To this day, I am still the funniest person I have ever met. It’s quite worrying as I’m either deluded or the funniest person in the world and I’m not sure which would be worse.
  8. I date myself. Lol seriously. I go to the cinema alone, eat at really nice restaurants alone – whatever I feel like doing. I dress up (because I like to) in an outfit that makes me feel like a solid 12.9/10, do my hair and make up, take a book and my diary and go. I’ve come up with some of my best thoughts when on dates with good old me, eaten some of the best food and seen some pretty great films. I do this because it’s fun, and I think it helps me to love myself. To be comfortable in my own skin. I figure if I learn to do both for myself, I can be a well of love and self confidence for others to draw from, rather than dry ground constantly waiting to be watered.
    Also, sometimes the staff feel sorry for me and give me free food, so it’s really win win.
  9. I once met the Queen on live TV, and lead her on a walk around Buckingham palace. But that’s another story for another day.
  10. I love to sing. Singing for people is honestly one of the most emotive, thrilling, life changing, healing, adrenaline filled activities I have ever done.
  11. I love to draw, I have a deluded belief that everyone can draw a masterpiece if they simply never quit.
  12. I love to write. I wrote a sci-fi book when I was in homeschool.
  13. I starred in a BBC show as a child – good luck finding it.
  14. Sienna is not my surname.
  15. I have many middle names and only my immediate family know them.
  16. I used to busk around Bristol, Cardiff and London. It was an amazing experience (and it paid rather well!). Something I found incredibly interesting, was the number of people who would break down and cry, hug me, or leave notes in my guitar case. I don’t know if it’s the act of making yourself vulnerable on the street, or simply the songs I chose, but those experiences are partly why I love music so much. Everyone is going through something, and it’s incredible how music can heal you.
  17. My friends have always called me “Sassy” as a nickname and I only just realised it is because people genuinely think that I’m Sassy. I’m still coming to terms with it and attempting to do so in the least sassy way possible.
  18. Sometimes I get so happy while I’m eating that I ‘bob-dance’. It can be really embarrassing especially when doing number eight, but wow food makes me so happy I am genuinely grateful to God for all that my tastebuds have experienced.
  19. I don’t have any tattoos.
  20. I’m a Christian and I believe in Jesus. As I’ve grown older I’ve learnt that it isn’t too cool to literally read the Bible. But I honestly don’t think I could ever stop believing in, praying to, and living my life with God. He’s awesome.

What’s one fun and interesting fact about you that you whip out at parties?!? Comment below ! 🙂