I’d describe myself as quite a disciplined woman. Well im disciplined…or im not. There’s not really an in between. All or nothing. One extreme or the other. That’s me.

For example;

Water – Its going to be literally 2 litres a day or a pitiful 1/2 cup

Sleep – Bed at 10pm and a glorious 9hours of uninterrupted Zzzzz – or me and Netflix bonding until 2am

Chocolate – Well that’s the one constant. Everyday.

When i lived in London, I had an extremely disciplined routine in place. I had it down perfectly. I prided myself on my hour by hour system which had others in awe. A routine which enabled me to live the way i strive; healthy, clean, well rested and arriving to the office almost on time.

My non-negotiables? Gym every day before work and a solid 8-9 hours of sleep. This wasn’t just a routine; it was my religion. I was radiant. My serotonin levels were doing a synchronized swim. My clothes fit like they were tailored just for me.

…but then I moved to Paris and in an instant my beautiful well scheduled life all went flying out of the window.

My workouts vanished, my eating habits would have sent past-me into cardiac arrest, and my sleep schedule was a tragedy of late nights and even later mornings. I couldn’t get to work on time, my clothes were no longer my friends (I even texted my sister in a panic, asking if my washing machine had somehow shrunk them), and let’s just say I was not myself.

Self-care? Who is she? Monthly hydrafacials and microneedling? Gone. Supplements? What are those? My life became a three-act play: wake up, go to work, come home, sleep. Repeat.

Eighteen months later, after some of the toughest days I’ve faced, I’ve decided enough is enough. The dust has settled on my Parisian life, and it’s time to reclaim the discipline that once made me feel alive.

The plan? Go in hard. Go in disciplined. Because without structure, I’ve realised, I’m really just a shell of myself.

Here’s the plan:

Morning Routine:

Evening Routine:

Shower. Obviously.
Body moisturise. Because glowing skin doesn’t just happen.
Korean skincare: a 6-step ordeal.
NuFACE device for 5-7 minutes. (This step is the bane of my existence, but beauty is pain, right?)
While zapping my face with microcurrents, I warm up my pre-prepped dinner. Efficiency is everything.
Evening supplements.
Meditation.

Pre-Bed:

Dental care (no skipping floss).
Hair growth serum + 1-minute scalp massage. Because Paris water does not like healthy hair apparently!

Oh and the Weekends? They’re another beast entirely, dedicated to prepping for the week ahead, including a new found enjoyment for cooking. Then there are chores, socialising, and attempting to relax.

Yes, this routine is intense. Some mornings, I have to talk myself out of skipping it entirely. Some nights, I wonder if the electrical currents running through my NuFACE are doing anything besides making me question my life choices. But after ticking off each item on my self-care to-do list, I can’t help but feel proud. Like I’ve taken control of my life again. I intend to keep going because as they say, consistency is key, and I know its only going to positively impact my perception and decisions.

The lighter mornings will come, and with them, easier starts. But for now, I’ll embrace the dark, quiet hours of reflection and discipline.

Here’s to tomorrow—and all the water, microcurrents, and meditation it will bring

Bisous Bisous