No Flour. No Sugar. 2 Weeks.

Ok so without wanting to bore you guys with a 'standard' diet blog post - you know, the ones usually consisting of an individuals expression of hatred towards their body through posting their new extreme, and ridiculous diets for the world to see. BUT not to fret, I am certainly not going to do that. Instead I am proposing to you a challenge I am setting myself in order to feel body confident before jetting off to Benicassim festival in less than 16 beautiful days!


I will be following the No Flour, No Sugar Diet - a weight-loss program developed by medical practitioner and health columnist Dr Peter Gott. His best-selling book of the same name shows how to reduce calories in your diet by eliminating flour-based and added-sugar foods.

After thousands of his patients and readers asked him for an easy, effective weight-loss plan, Dr. Gott developed the “no sugar, no flour” concept, and so a book was born.

So again without boring you with the science behind such theory, it is no surprise that by cutting out sugary foods and carbs I will be entering into a more calorie friendly daily intake. I'll be the first to admit I tried it before and a week in was close to killing the man on the train with a packet of Jelly Belly. BUT thats just it, I don't want a jelly belly and therefore I WILL NOT FAIL. 

Instead I have a delightful, varied and exciting meal plan ahead. Let me share it with you!

Breakfast - 30g Rice Crispies and skimmed milk.

Lunch - Chicken/tuna/prawn salad - minus the dressing.

Dinner - Chicken breast/fish with low calorie vegetables such as broccoli and spinach. In other words NO sweetcorn. I can't believe I am actually thinking that three days in I will miss the small yellow beaming veg in the same way as chocolate. 

Drink - water.

So there it is.. I told you it was exciting and varied :)

Lets be honest I'm not going to be eating exactly that for 2 weeks, but choices such as sweetener in my coffee as opposed to full on sugar will need to be made. And as for the no alcohol.. hmmm?? 

This whole idea is questionable and quite frankly a little insane - but if theres even the smallest chance I can loose a few pounds before baring all on that beach, I'm not going to miss it! OH and indulging in cheese and wine an hour ago was one of THE best experiences I have ever had knowing that tomorrow I'd be stupid to even question opening the fridge unless its for my greens.. on a more selfish note I do believe that in me posting this I simply cannot go back on my word, nor cheat, but surely that just counts as added motivation?

Wish me luck!!

Lula's Hula in Pictures. Alohaaaaa!!

So as I seem to be on an absolute blogging hype at present, I thought I'd share with you a certain epic night recently had by all!

Miss Jeane Louise Faure FINALLY joined us all in the world of adulthood.. gracing us with a Hawaiian themed shindig in celebration of her 21st birthday!

In all honesty I was pretty chipper before the cake had even been presented, no thanks to the lush but lethal punch! The evening went a little like this.

Setting up time. Banners, balloons, inflatable monkeys, bunting and a sofa to move. Thats right boys.. a sofa to MOVE. 6 men and a sofa - unfortunately I did not get photographic evidence of these same six attempting to get a double sofa out of the house and into the garage, via the walk way door. But the rest is captured below. Enjoy.

A cake to bake and make..

Decorations to be placed..

Costumes to complete..

add some coconuts..

some serious loving..

and the Oxford Brooke's babes..

LED balloons..

some tents and a pool..

some cheeky tricks..

some gaffe tape..

And you get.. 

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY LOUISE!! 

ALOHAAAAA

You know you're in trouble when you read a book about yourself. BIG trouble.

So this is where it all went wrong. I came home from Uni, clambered up the stairs, dramatically lugging my case behind me, in a bid to gesture some help from my brother who is standing, and in fact laughing at my feeble attempt. Swinging my bedroom door open, I find my mum has left me a book that she feels I will like - bare this in mind, she has already read this book, cover to cover.

It's not secret that the most intellectual reading I do comes from Cosmo, or a chick flick that can consume my mind for a series of several hours at a time. I love reading and adore writing, but both of these usually spur from a light hearted, comical source. 'To Kill a Mockingbird' aside, I'd rather just read mush where a happy ending is always included in the small print.

I'm not doubting Danielle Steel as a writer, nor her ability to mix romance with powerful cultural issues. BUT I somewhat resent this book of hers taking up space on my desk at this particular moment in time. Here's why..

Title: Big Girl

Blurb: For Victoria, growing up isn't a happy experience, (Ok so that's a little unfair of me to compare to). Born to picture-perfect parents, she never feels pretty enough to meet their expectations. But when her parent's have a second child, Victoria is thrilled. (So lets just role reverse this and say I was born first, sorry Matt!) And since this child is the image of them, her parents finally have the perfect child they always wanted. Meanwhile, Victoria still never seems to get it quite right - she battles with her weight (understatement of the year!), she's told she'll never find a man if she's too clever, (I'm told I'll never find a man full stop), and the one career she feels passionate about her parents don't approve of, (there's no money in it!).

And so Victoria decides to move to New York to fulfil her dreams and escape her family. (Excellent choice on my part) Though her new life is exciting, the old temptations remain, and she continues to wage war with the scales, (greaaaat, looks like the scales are going to be my enemy for longer than I anticipated!). 


Mums statement of "This made a good read, she reminded me of someone very much" was the ultimate insult and has in fact left me turning the pages faster than ever. I'm half way through and intend to discover whether or not I do eventually drop a stone.. and find a man.

In the words of my character
"Watch out, world. Here I come!"


Thanks mum. Love you too! x

My attempt at Sports Journalism.. Harlequins vs. Stade Francais

So here it is, a glance into the world of Sports Journalism via a fashion dedicated blog. I must admit, on first attempt it appears harder than it reads! In order not to bore those who really couldn't care less about rugby, I've included my own Bridget take on the game.

Amlin Challenge Cup Final

Harlequins vs. Stade Francais

Cardiff 2011

Harlequins snatch a dramatic victory: 19-18

Friday the 20th May saw Harlequins and Stade Francais battle it out in the Amlin Challenge Cup Final. Ending the season on a high, it was of course Harlequins that held the cup in the centre of the Cardiff City Stadium, assuring them of Heineken Cup rugby next year. Unexpected victors over Munster, Harlequins were the favourites to win after playing some sublime rugby this year, and they certainly didn't fall at the last hurdle. 

So we're in the car on the way to Cardiff. An hour in I standardly get bored and suggest an all time childhood favourite game of Eye Spy. BIG MISTAKE. This only leads to new found *intelligence within the car. By intelligence, I mean *stupidity. This stupidity is followed by dire attempts to pronounce the Welsh language and remain completely oblivious when crossing the Cardiff Bridge. 

Anyway, we arrive at the game to see flashes of pink among the sea of green and brown shirts around the stadium. It's not long before it becomes clear that these are jolly French supporters dressed entirely in Barbies signature colour, accompanied by glittery wigs and candy umbrellas. This only spurs us five on in a bid to settle the domestic with the French. Of course, this game is not like football. The word Hooligan does not even come into it. Instead, such rivaling consists of a joint visit to the bar.

5 minutes before kick-off and we have befriended a group of VERY intoxicated Romanian men, so flushed from Carling it's difficult to establish their pink shirts from their round faces. We part and take to our seats.

It is not long before the Quins score their first penalty, despite a strong start from the French. It is of course none other than Nick Evans who is to congratulate. After recovering from the knock he picked up against Munster earlier in the season, he proudly takes his place on the pitch in the starting line up alongside Danny Care at halfback. WHAT a duo in both talent and easiness on the eye :)

10 minutes in sees the French picking up their first penalty also. Warm up's over boys, let the game begin.. 

Ok so I've sat down and thought about this but I just can't see me reliving every try/conversion/penalty or drop-goal that occurred throughout the exhilarating 90 minutes. And therefore have decided to take you straight to half time, the current score being.. 

HALF-TIME: HARLEQUINS 9-6 STADE FRANCAIS

This is also the time for more beer, chanting and of course the famous Mexican Wave that comes with any stadium crowd.

Now, it's no secret that loo breaks at half time are a little more than hectic. Especially for us girls that end up missing ten minutes of the second half because there is a queue coming close to the length of the Great Wall. I make it back just 2 minutes in. The score currently at a stand still.

It was the second half that saw blood, sweat and tears - but none of the fake kind. Evans's place in Heineken Cup history was assured when he hobbled back on to The Stoop after a fake blood substitution 2 years ago in what became the most shameful event in the history of the tournament.

Stade's points came from 4 penalties and 2 drop goals. Quins were typically animated from the start, running the ball from anywhere and everywhere, but like Stade they committed unforced errors and execution did not match ambition.

It was a 77th minute conversion from man of the match Nick Evans, following a last-gasp try from winger Gonzalo Camacho, saw the Premiership side edge out their French rivals and complete a hat-trick of victories in the competition.

Stade Francais were looking for their first European triumph. Unfortunately they did not find it.

I have to say witnessing all of this from Cardiff air really was something spectacular. Flags galore, fireworks and hearing nothing but the chant of overwhelmed fans "Come all without, come all within, you'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quins!" only adds to the list of reasons as to why I refused to take off my shirt for a few days after.

And as for the Sports Journalism part.. I think I'll stick to fashion.. and just watching the game.