I was raised in a time when nobody talked about diets (except SlimFast), and the only form of exercise was PE class at school—or watching Jamie Lee Curtis and Jane Fonda dance around in their sexy aerobic outfits on TV.
My parents smoked in the car while driving me and my sister around—sometimes with the windows closed in the middle of winter. We ate real food, meaning a lot of meat. My parents drank vodka more often than I drink my green juice now. People tanned everywhere, all the time, often without sunscreen (yes, that includes sunbeds). Mental health awareness? Please. Depression was handled with alcohol and cigarettes.
And now? It’s like the world has flipped upside down. You must eat greens, you must do yoga and hit the gym, smoking is baaad, drugs are passe, and everyone struts around with their perfectly timed water bottles. Food has to be organic, non-GMO, paraben-free, aluminium-free, sulphate-free—basically free of everything fun. Biohacking is the new religion, and if you’re not doing it? Shame on you. Want to be truly successful? Then you better wake up at 5 AM, meditate, take an ice bath, and write five things you’re grateful for—all before sunrise. I’d be dead by 5 PM.
My own days? They vary. I have a couple where I exercise, drink a green smoothie, meditate while walking (in shoes, not barefoot and “grounded” like some enlightened beings), stay hydrated, and do intermittent fasting. And then I have a few days (which, for the record, is more than a couple) where I eat three Nutella toasts for breakfast, devour a big dessert after a late dinner, and skip my workout to watch one more episode of White Lotus. I cook hamburgers for lunch and enjoy a couple of glasses of wine in the evening.
Sometimes, I’m a good girl.
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