Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
I lost weight on carnivore. Great. But that’s probably the least interesting thing it did for me. The real transformation happened somewhere no before-and-after photo can show: inside my head. Less noise. Stable energy. No constant battle with food. The weight loss was simply a bonus. The quiet mind is why I stayed.
I saw one photo of a rescue dog from Turkey... and somehow already knew he belonged with us. Looking back, this wasn't the first time my gut completely ignored logic, and I'm starting to think my husband never really got a vote.
Every year I seem to book a holiday that's harder to find than the last. Last year it was a tipi in the middle of nowhere. This year it was an off-grid farmhouse in Italy, surrounded by wild boars, wolves, and complete silence. Maybe it's a cry for help... or maybe I've finally figured out what peace actually feels like.
I thought this story was about swapping my Audi for a Volkswagen. Turns out it was about something much bigger. Somewhere between Italian mountain roads, a manual gearbox, and two sleeping dogs, I realised I'd changed more than I thought.
Thought going carnivore was just steak and chill? Think again. I turned into a sugar-high Pixar character, nearly became a salmon, and now glow from snail slime and tallow. Here’s what I wish I knew before I joined the meat cult (minus the robes… for now)
Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after. Hi, I'm Laura. You might know me as the wife of a professional footballer, but this story isn’t just about the man behind the jersey. It’s about the woman beside it. After years of living and learning abroad, juggling life as a mother, partner, and working [...]
The Woman Behind the Jersey 