Saturday, 2 March 2013

Semtex by JSTJodie (for Jodie Marsh)

When I first saw pictures of Jodie Marsh in all her golden body-building glory I was horrified. But at the same time I was strangely intrigued and impressed - it was evident that she had literally pushed her body to its limit to look like that. It had been early mornings, late nights and massive changes in habits to achieve it. Before being a fitness crazy body builder, I was used to seeing Jodie as a stick thin glamour model with ridiculous boobs. Somehow I preferred the new Jodie.



Now I've always liked Jodie Marsh - she seems down to Earth and actually very bright compared to a lot of airhead models that act as fodder for the celebrity world. And now it seems she's quite the business-woman too.

Being a self-confessed Twitter addict, I started following Jodie, and was immediately impressed by her endless promotion of healthy eating and exercise. What I wasn't aware of was that Jodie has launched her own brand of fitness supplements - including Herbex (a herbal concoction claiming to aid acne and promote a glowing complexion); Bulldog (a meal replacement); and Semtex, a thermogenic fat-burner that staves off hunger pangs and heightens energy levels during work-outs.

Semtex immediately interested me. Masses of both men and women were sending in before and after shots of themselves to Jodie's Twitter, and almost all of the results were really impressive.
 
 

I'm no stranger to working out. I go to the gym most days for at least an hour, combining a lot of hard cardio and weight machinery to aid toning. I'm also a healthy eater, living on a low carb diet to minimise bloating - which I'm really prone to genetically. (I've had a pot belly since I was 12.) But sometimes I do look at myself and think - "Is it actually doing anything? I still don't look like a model despite all this hard work." I still go any way though - my mum is a fitness freak so massively encourages exercise. It also improves my asthma and helps me sleep better.

So I thought I'd try Semtex. Why not? I've had thermogenics before that helped me lose weight fast, but gave me nausea and dizziness; and the weight was back on within a fortnight of coming off them. It seemed like a good idea to try something different that was obviously working for other people.

I must admit that I bought mine off Amazon. Jodie promotes her website "JSTJodie", but as I got to the checkout I realised that p&p was a fiver! Amazon sent them without a delivery charge - so it was a no-brainer for a skanky student like me to go for that instead. (Sorry Jodie!) It is advised that you take a single tablet in the morning on an empty stomach. I'm not a big fan of massive breakfasts, so I usually just have a cereal bar and a cuppa. I was starving this morning so I had one about half an hour before popping my first pill and setting off to the gym...

The first thing I noticed was that it makes me very sweaty. Disgusting, I know. I'm usually not a massively sweaty person unless I REALLY go for it, but on Semtex I was sporting soggy underarms just from the walk to the gym. This is unheard of!

I started off on the rower - my favourite piece of machinery. It makes me ache afterwards, which I like! Plus it's a good way to tone up arms - which a lot of girls tend to neglect. I can usually manage twenty minutes before starting to feel tired, and usually burn 170 calories in that time. Today was different though! I managed half an hour, with energy still to spare, and burned 285 calories. So not only had it extended my work-out time, it had increased my performance.

After this, I hit the arc-trainer - which is like a cross between a stepper and a cross-trainer. It was a doddle for a full half hour. I felt so energetic! I'd burnt another 330 calories - taking my total so far to over 600 cals. By this time my back and cleavage were sodden, but I still didn't feel tired. I'd done a full hour and was still not waning.

So what next? I felt invincible. Sprint intervals on the bike. This involves cycling a pattern of medium and high effort, to really get your heart going. The programme I go by is usually a minute at level 12, then 30 seconds at level 21 - which I'm forced to stand up for and really really go for it. I usually get really really tired after doing this, and get it out of the way half way through a gym session. Today I felt good - it was no harder than usual, if anything it was easier - and I'd already worked out for an hour. I burned 110 calories in 20 minutes - which isn't huge, but it's great for toning and blitzing cellulite.

(One thing I would say at this point is make sure you have a BIG bottle of water or squash with you when working out on Semtex. My mouth was as dry as Ghandi's flip-flop, and my lips felt chapped. Obviously the amount of sweat pouring off me was seriously dehydrating - so I was thankful for my litre of water.)
After the bike I was DRIPPING. I needed a sit down to cool off - so it was time for some weights. Hip adduction is one I like to focus on (the one where you sit with your legs apart and have to push weighted pads inwards.) This machine is great for inner thighs - I don't dream of having a major thigh gap, but I know it's possible for me as I have naturally slim legs, and I usually do have a thigh gap. I also get bad cellulite on my inner thighs - so this is a good one for me. I did 100 reps at 90lbs. It hurt, but was achievable. I would have usually give up at 50 reps. I know that I will ache a bit tomorrow - bu no pain no gain eh?

Next for hip abduction, which works your bum and outer thighs. Mine aren't flabby, but have patches of cellulite. Another 100 reps at 70lbs. I felt good, and by now a bit tired. So off I went.
 
Overall, a great first day on Semtex. I haven't felt too hungry either which is nice - usually between meal my tummy is grumbling away! Will keep you updated with what I have achieved same time next week :)
 
#SEMTEX #SEMTEXBUNNY #SEMTEXARMY
 
@JSTJODIE @JodieMarsh
 
 

Wednesday, 23 January 2013

My favourite items at the moment...

My loooovely housemates had a little surprise in store for me the other day. Coaxed to the Bullring despite a hangover from Hell, I was greeted upon my arrival with a...

PIZZA HUT BIRTHDAY PARTY!
No joke, salad bar, ice-cream factory: the lot. I am not lying when I say I was moved to tears.
And to top it all off, they bought me a prezzie too... This gorgeous rucksack.

 
 
Upon asking where it had been sourced from, I was answered with an ambiguous "somewhere" - which gives me a sneaky feeling it may be from U.Outfitters. (Getting stuff from there as a present is a delight - don't get me wrong. I just disagree with their business morals. I do not disagree with this bag - it's amazing.)

As well as this bag, I've treated myself to a new "school bag." Getting a new school bag was always one of the few perks of going back to school.
Year after year I would pester my mum for the latest must-have bag - which were mainly, in hindsight, horrendous. I endured the Warehouse epidemic, the Jane Nor fad and I even have faint memories of being the envy of my friends with a (somewhat dykey) Animal rucksack. But any way - here it is...

 
Only £18 in the monsoon sale. YUM.

Now, just because it's snowing does mean you shouldn't look G. I've been LIVING in my pink Timberlands. Great grip, eye-catching.. I get a lot of sticks from the housemates for looking like a single mum called Shaneekwa but I love them. They're so sturdy. And make me feel a bit less white. :)



Tuesday, 15 January 2013

So my blog is being a wanker and won't let me post any pictures...

Monday, 14 January 2013

Happy Chicmas

I got so many lovely jubly things for Christmas.

My very nice boyfriend bought me Burberry Brit (channelling my patriotic chic) and Mum got me Rihanna's new perfume. I hate Rihanna but this smells like something an actual angel would wear. Would definitely recommend either of these scents.

My Grandma got me a lovely purse... maybe it will be bring me better luck with regard to not wasting all my student loan? (Unlikely) And a loooovely floaty skirt (also from River Island.) It's a black A line skirt. I've tried on a few A-lines in the past but to be honest they just don't seem to suit my body shape at the moment. After piling on some pounds over Christmas, I have what looks like a 4-month baby bump, and skater skirts just don't seem to cover that very well - quite the opposite in fact... They cling to it and attract unwanted attention. So I picked out a skirt with buttons down the middle, made of a nice floaty chiffony material, high-waisted, black of course, with a nice vintage-looking belt. I wore it for my 21st birthday meal this evening... I felt the dog's bollocks! (Not literally... I mean, where does that expression come from? No bollocks, regardless of species, are particularly remarkable... so why say it? Any way I'm rambling about bollocks here.. move on)

I also got lots of the usual gift cards. I used to consider gift cards as pretty naff but now I welcome them with open arms. In fact, I relish them. I would much rather a gift card so that I can choose something I actually like rather than receiving a complete and utter turkey. (One time, I got a salmon beanie hat with a rose embroidered on it. Needless to say it got a one way ticket to Barnado's. So not chic.)

This year I got £15 to squander in New Look. Needless to say I was down there first thing on the 27th to spend it on something in the sale. And the sale was BRILLIANT. I'm not knocking New Look but to be honest, I haven't really been in there in years. The last thing I bought from there was actually a very fetching pair of flared grey cords that I recall wearing to my year 6 disco. But today it really was excellent. Got a new khaki blouse for lounging around in (£8), a nice rock-chick necklace (£3) , and a watch (£6) which looks a million dollars.


And I finally got a NEW LEATHER JACKET.
I finally got one. Finally. And I feel amazing in it. It is an XS... (awkward) but it was the only one left, half price in the Oasis sale so I pondered, and came to the conclusion that it would be absolutely stupid if I were to not buy it. Luckily it just about fits, and I have worn it non-stop since! Only £40. So if you are a size 6 - 8 on top, go and get this jacket. It is absolutely lovely. Very flattering and looks really expensive. As far as I know, only XS are left though :(


 

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Pat Butcher, eat ya heart out

I have been a very very spoiled girl this year.
 
I don't really know where to start - but I think it all really started a few weeks when I was round at my Grandma's house. It was the start of the Christmas holidays, and I was happily chilling with Grandma when the inevitable question arose:
 
"Have you thought about what you want for Christmas?"
 
I hate this question because I always feel like I'm being really greedy by asking for something. My Grandma has always been excellent at presents, but as I've got older she's asked me what I want so that she knows it'll be something I will actually wear/use.
 
So I bit the bullet.
"I really really want a fur coat."
 
My Grandma smiled slightly put down her sewing.
"That's handy," she said.
 
Now I should give you some background information here. My Grandma, having had my mum at 19, is a pretty young Grandma. She's very feisty, and is never seen without a full head of highlights. In short, she's a very trendy (ew, hate that word) Grandma, and cares a lot about what she looks like. Which I guess is maybe where my mum gets it from, and in turn, where myself and my sisters get it from.
 
"I have one up in my loft. I was planning to send it to the Hospice Shop with Grandad."
 
 
 
This is my Grandad. ^ My Grandad is the love of my life. He's very soppy and silly and has spoilt us girls rotten all our lives. He's retired but he works in a charity shop for the local Hospice every Friday. Before I knew it, Grandma had dispatched Grandad to crawl around in the loft to look for the garment in question. I waited in excitement until I heard the words:
 
"Here it is! I've got it!"
 
It. Is. Perfect.
 
A dark mahogony brown, with a small, single latch to fasten it at the front. The sleeves are just long enough for my lanky arms - which is always a pain for me when buying jackets. It's a size 12, but that's okay because I can always wear one of my big chunky jumpers underneath to pad it out.
 
 
The photo just doesn't do it justice... but I'll upload some photos of me wearing it soon! (It's not actual fur by the way. Just in case you were wondering. I know I have admitted before that I am all for fur but this is faux-fur, and therefore even better.)
 
I've worn this coat to death ever since Grandma gave it to me. I've worn it out for meals, I've dressed it down with jeans and boots in the day... I even wore it to bloody Morrison's for God's sake, and I have never felt more middle class in my life.
 
 
 
I've been called everything from Pat Butcher to Cruella but the truth is - when I wear this coat I feel fabulous. and it has that gorgeous 'Grandma smell' that we all know and love.
 
So thank you, Grandma!
I have been made a very happy girlie with this coat.

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Macklemore - Thrift Shop


Everyone should listen to this song. It literally sums my blog up in about 3 minutes. Plus it's as catchy as Chlamydia!

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Ode to thrift

At dawn I wake, with good intent
To make sure all my money's spent
I'll head to town, I will not wait,
Knowing my day will surely be great.
don't have a job, hence little cash,
To squander on this worthy trash.
But what I've got, I must make sure,
Is destined for velvet, silk and fur.
I head to Digbeth, knowing full well that,
There I will find my abundant tat
I'm greeted by satin in all patterns and shades,
My desire for bright colour never fades.

Before I know it, my hands are full,
With denim jackets, blouses, and wool
It smells of must, but I don't care,
Some are even a little threadbare.
I try them all on and to my delight,
They all fit wonderfully, perfectly right!
It's amazing how, in piles of junk,
One can find such wonderful funk.
I dash to the counter, tenner in hand,
This escapade has gone just as planned.
So remember this, my frivolous friends,
A real fashionista customises and mends.