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How To Live In The Now – social media, content and unplugging

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We live in a world of now, now, now, gimme, gimme, gimme.

How did we become so obsessed with now. We don’t even have time to focus on the futuresome, it seems do not even care about the past, we just want it all and we want it now.

We are so in need, in lust for the now that anything else makes us impatient.

We are surrounded by the ‘instant’ – Twitter, Facebook. Vine. Insta(nt)gram

I primarily connected my figurative life line to social media in 2007 as a way to connect with my family and friends at home in London and across the globe, an easy way to share what I was doing and get the social reach easily to everyone I cared about when I was on the run and didn’t have time for a call or to write a letter  – technology has allowed me to face time with my Mum while I am out shopping to get her buy in on a dress I like or some shoes I’m contemplating adding to the collection. While I am connected to my family, I am also, now, so conditioned to getting everything out there right now – real time sharing, real time experiences.
I want to know if I’ve won – now. I want to know what people think – now. Who is liking my status, who is viewing my blog, what is my friend in another part of the world doing right now, I want my food order in 3 minutes.  I need the information and I need it now.

Capturing the moment

Capturing the moment

Don’t get me wrong – I love social media and what it has enabled us to do as individuals and as a global community, I like a fast pace, I like to have everything at my fingertips, but I’ve become so motivated by instant gratification that I’m not stopping to smell the flowers. I’m not taking in my life – the memories. Yes; every inch of the memory is captured in 140 characters or a heavily filtered and edited photo stored in a virtual cloud for the future, but am I living in that moment? Or am I merely capturing it?
Am I really listening or am I merely hearing?
Am I missing what’s really going on around me, now, because I’m so obsessed with the now.

My husband has created a social (media) experiment for us, mainly me, but us – can we, one day a week, tune out, shut down and turn off – can we leave our iphones, our ipad and our computer alone and just live in the moment, see the world through just one lens.

It’s time to take my moments. To realise that to really appreciate the now. I need to stop, inhale and absorb. Otherwise, my life will have flashed by in a series of uploads, tweets and posts.

Life is too short to not really LIVE in the now.

For more on our figurative life lines and our constant connection here is a great article on Huff Post – Disconnect: A New Movie Sounds the Alarm About Our Hyper-Connected Lives.

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Cinderella Needs The Mall

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It’s now been a few weeks since I started my drop to shop campaign – and to my surprise and delight I have a small group of friends who have joined me. Strength in numbers is definitely helping me out. 

The Drop To Shop campaign itself now has followers from Philly to Florida, Sweden to South London and Austin to Israel. The knowledge that my actions and goals are motivating others is what is keeping me from slipping up.

So how is it going you ask? To be honest my weight is swinging more than Mohammad Ali in a title fight.

This week has been hard – I may not be the most fashionable girl on the block but with Fashion’s Night Out and New York Fashion Week – I have never wanted to hit the mall and my credit card so much. I sat at home with my frozen Kashi low-cal microwave meal playing the role of Cinderella while my friends shopped til they dropped and I felt sorry for myself.  Speaking of Cinderella – have you seen the new Cinderella inspired Louboutins?

 Shoe A.D.D. aside, I took my Cinderella attitude and forced myself to do some crunches, and then some more, and another set more and a couple of plank exercises just for fun, I felt better about myself and played the Rocky theme tune in my head. Cinderella you shall go to the mall….I mean ball.

Follow me on Twitter & Instagram and #DropToShop

Join the Drop To Shop campaign on Facebook

Join the Drop To Shop Campaign on Facebook

Follow the Drop To Shop Pinterest page for recipes, work out tips and motivation

Follow The Drop To Shop Pinterest Board

 

#DropToShop

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Ive been going to a gym for 8 months and 9 days. Yes, I know to the actual day because I do not enjoy it – I treat it like a life sentence. I am not one of those people that just gets all hyped up to work out. Not only do I work out but I also have a trainer (see here for the man I have to face off to)– a luxury that I pay for – or should I say, a punishment that I pay for. I get through it because my trainer ‘gets’ me and knows just how to motivate me and I see results. Seriously, you should check out my guns next time we meet (and let me know if you need his number).

In the lead up to our wedding my trainer and I were working to a goal…..his was for me to lose, what I thought was an insane amount of weight, mine was to just fit in to my dress.

I worked out at the gym near my home, I worked out at the hotel on a business trip to Orlando and even managed to get my whole team at the hotel fitness center, I worked out at 11pm after business dinners in DC, I skipped fun team activities to hit up the gym and even got up at 6amon my bachelorette weekend in Beverly Hills and Palm Springs to get my cardio in before the fun each day.

I switched chocolate for walnuts and almonds, bread and cheese for fish and avocado, soda for iced tea and champagne (the hardest of all these) for no more than 2 glasses of red wine a week.

All the acting like a crazy person and the constant motivation, nutrition advice and need to not disappoint meant I hit my goal, I didn’t quite hit his.

Obese German woman lifted from house by crane

Now that the wedding goal is over (– he actually wanted me to lose 30lbs, and I lost 22), I no longer have a specific need to work out, other than, of course, the need to not be one of those women that is so fat that, before she gets air lifted out of her house, they have to pry her skin off the sofa that she has started to literally become attached to. With that being said, I need to be healthy and I need a motivator. It seemed that the actual number of pounds to lose was not working for me, but the realization that I wouldn’t be able to wear something really hit me hard.

Wedding Dress

The Wedding Dress
Photo credit: David Toms Photography

After our honeymoon I lost all motivation to walk back in to the gym. They say it takes 27 days to build a habit, but apparently it only take 2 weeks to lose it. Within those 2 weeks and subsequent to that, I have kind of pigged out and skipped the cardio and then switched the hour sessions for 30min sessions, I am spiraling out of control. I wondered what I would need to do to get myself back to the daily gym-going,  healthy eating freak that I was – and decided I would take myself shopping to buy new workout clothes to spur me on. Like a light bulb moment, that’s when it hit me. I love to shop (that isn’t the realization) I love to shop and shopping makes me happy (also not a realization)– the realization was this – I made a promise to myself, I set a goal that was hard but it had to work, I mean it HAS to work….. No clothes shopping… until I drop ten pounds. If I gain weight, then I just add that on top of the 10 pounds.

To make sure I would somewhat be held to this goal I told my trainer, I told the twitterverse and I told my friends and family on Facebook. (Although this doesn’t always mean anything, because only last night I said via all social media channels that I was going to go Vegan and I didn’t even make it through one meal before I gave up) This goal, this, I will stick to. I even have a couple of friends in on the goal too. So there’s Kristin in Philly, Liz in DC( @BenderLiz) and Diana (@DianaP)  in Miami – all on the same plan. Strength in numbers.

The Hot Mess Post Work Out Look

Being the marketing geek that I am I decided to produce a whole campaign and buy in around it. You are all now part of it to – communicating the goal/campaign – ‘I need to lose 10 pounds before I can shop’ doesn’t really have a good sound to it, so after some brain storming, we came to ‘DropToShop’

You can follow us on twitter as we discuss our success and failure, watch our hashtag stream #DropToShop on twitter or follow on Instagram to see how we are changing our diet, work outs and nutrition all with the goal to shop again.

You can never underestimate the power of clothes shopping to women – wish us luck, send your tips, join us in the plan and like Team Drop To Shop on Facebook or Instagram, follow my DropToShop board on Pinterest  and tweet #DropToShop.

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From Rule Britannia to God Bless America (pt2) – Ordinary Observations

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I have mentioned before that my time in the US has been interesting. Five plus years of American life and living the American dream. There are a few things which really stand out to me – three that won’t get me in trouble with political or religious agendas. Because the major, really major learnings I have had come from hot topics that I don’t feel are right for this blog.

So keeping it clean, I present to you – the London’s girls ordinary observations:


1)      Accents & Sayings – Y’all speak funny.

Every day people ask me about my accent. Frankly, I don’t think I have an accent. I sound pretty darn normal to me. It’s everyone around me who sounds funny. Although England has some incredible changes in accents as you move through the country, America isn’t too far different. When I first moved to Texas, I thought all Southerners sounded the same. Y’all’ing and drawling all over the place, but now I can detect a definite difference between Georgia and Texas and even East Texas and West. What could be more bizarre is that my very Texan fiancé who has only been to England twice can do a very convincing Brummy (Birmingham) or Scouse (Liverpool) accent, having never been anywhere near there.

As a Brit, I have learnt that I can get away with cursing. Which is good, because I am a frequent potty mouth.

My top 3 British curse words:

  • Bollocks
  • Bugger
  • Wanker

(Sorry Mum)

None of my English vocabulary comes anywhere close in comparison to the crazy arse sayings that I have heard since living in the South.

Top 3 Crazy Texan sayings:

  • Ticklin’ my tater
  • Like a goose on a June bug
  • All hat and no cattle.

I am still unsure as to the meaning of some of them. If you are interested in seeing more – here is a fun link

2)      Weather – It’s not normally like this

The stereotype of London is that it’s foggy in London and always raining. To be fair one of the main reasons I always state for leaving England is the weather.  (Although this weekend in England has been in the 80s and the highest recorded temperature in October ever). Where I ended up when I landed in the States wasn’t much better. New York. Cold winters, hot humid summers and a lot of rain, so, I loaded up my truck and I moved to Beverly, Hills, that is. Where it never rains. Or hardly ever. People say that Southern California has no seasons, it’s not true – California has  earthquakes, mud slides, flash floods and wildfires – some very distinct seasons of which I have experienced a few. Taking out the ‘force majeure’ – Southern California is a perfect climate most of the year.

When I first moved to California, I laughed at the people in their wooly hats and gloves and big warm winter coats when it hit below 60. Seriously – 58 degrees and you are walking around like we live in Buffalo during the winter. Then the joke was on me, just two years in to living in LA and I would have the heat on high, and be complaining of being “freezing” when it got to low 60s. I became a soft southerner, a California southerner.

The craziest weather has to be in Dallas though. Summers over 110 degrees, winters with ice storms and snow, hail stones as big as golf balls, electrical storms and of course, tornadoes. I never knew when I moved to Dallas, that I was moving to such a meteorological mess. This place is insane. People in Dallas are STILL trying to tell me “it’s not normally like this” – uh huh, apart from 100% of the time I have lived here.  So forgive me when someone tells me that the weather in England is awful, or how smoggy LA is. I’ve never had to huddle under a sink in an airport bathroom as a tornado touched down in London, or worry about my car being smashed in by weather in LA. Dallas takes the prize for crazy.

 

3)      Fashion – Style, trends and flaunting it

Clothing and fashion is really the main thing I miss about living in Europe (after family and friends of course). I miss being able to shop in TopShop or Kurt Geiger and spending Saturdays browsing Selfridges– a shoppers mecca (quick time out to mention how much I want some Miu Miu heels this season).

Miu Miu Curbed Heel pumps

Black suede and glitter - curved heel Miu Miu pumps

I miss the people watching on the streets of London, wishing I could pull off the latest styles. The more and more I live in America, the more I have become average in my dress sense. My weekender wear is simple and boring, my office attire – not a stitch on my old style. It’s not because America doesn’t have style or a sense of fashion. It’s because, unless you have the disposable income of a celebrity, or are young enough to shop in Forever 21, there aren’t really any cool stores to go to. In Dallas especially, I miss H&M and Bloomingdales. So, lately I have taken it upon myself to spice myself up a little. The crazy boot wedges, the bright green brocade mini skirt or the mustard yellow heels. Im bringing myself back. I have learnt that I don’t need to be a skinny Minnie to look good. I am embracing my curves and flaunting my God given assets…one European clothing item at a time.

The Queen’s English, a gruff New York accent or a Southern Drawl. Come rain or come shine, Gucci, Pucci, Escada or Prada,  my main observation is that I have learnt that you can recreate your life, reinvent yourself, and be whoever you want to be. Live the American Dream. There is opportunity everywhere.

First Day On The Job

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As with any first day on the job, I am a little apprehensive about putting my thoughts out there. Granted, yes, I do it all the time. I’m a social media addict. I’m represented on Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn and of course, the newest trend – Google+ I do NOT have a problem over sharing my life. This is just a little different. I get more than 140 characters – and will be judged by more than just my Mum…so, lets just say, I’m suffering a little stage fright.

If you don’t know me here are some details to digest while I get my thoughts together for my second day:

I have  British, New York, California and Texas drivers licenses and an accent blended from all of the above!

My work and my life allow me to explore new places, experience great hotels, try out new restaurants and deal with the silliness that comes with all of that. So this is where my insight and tid bits will be coming from. The good, the bad, the wonderful and the down right ugly (which typically involves my frequent faux pas as a stranger in a strange land)

Feel free to help me out with tips and criticism for the new girl in the office.