Too. Much. Chocolate.

I’m Claire, a nutritional therapist who likes eating chocolate.

Why am I confessing this right at the start?

Well, I don’t want you to think that:

a) I’m a food dictator;

b) That I only eat pure, clean and 100% perfectly all the time.

No matter how much we know about food, or nutrition, or healthy living, we all slip into cheeky habits. The odd nibble of chocolate becomes a flood of Easter Eggs at this time of year. And the occasional social glass of wine easily becomes a whole bottle after a hard day.

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Chocolate and the BBC

As a kid, I remember really REALLY wanting to appear on the television, or on radio, or something.

I’m not an actor, I can’t sing, and even though I can dance really well at a disco, it most definitely isn’t good enough for anyone to be impressed.

I do love talking though – I’m really good at talking – so I had figured that I could do some sort of presenting, or announcing, or something along those lines.

And growing up in Bristol meant that there were two major broadcasters I could chose from. TWO.

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Get yourself some Spring Energy

Finally, after a long Winter which seemed tg go on for pretty much ALL of last year, we are heading into Spring.

Which is precisely when you want to hitch up your trousers and dip those toes in the waves as they lap the shore.
You want to hoik your over-sized wooly jumper off and get some sun on your skin.
You want to jump right into your spangly new trainers, and knock two minutes off your personal best (whether it is on your trot around the block, or your Ultra-Marathon training)

You want to jump on your bike and peddle furiously with the wind blowing the cobwebs and sleep out of your eyes.

But. Yes, of course there is a but.

But, there is something missing. Something not quite right. Somehow, in some strange way, you feel, erm, you KNOW YOU ARE NOT QUITE UP FOR IT.

You are still wrapped in that extra layer of cuddliness which kept yMmmm, orangesou warm all Winter long. You haven’t quite come out of hibernation mode yet. Or, worse, you weren’t allowed to hibernate properly – kids, work, life – and you are fighting your way to the coffee pot each and every morning just so you have the energy to pull your tights on over your PJs. Darn it. Take the PJs off first.

Your brain is saying ‘yeah, life’ and your body is saying ‘noooooooo, curl up, roll over and don’t fall out’.

You need caffeine to wake you up, cakes to keep you going and then vino to get you to chill out.

You can’t see how you would ever have the time in the morning to wrap up a sarnie for later, let alone wrap up your life in a big bubble of joy.

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