Alice Smellie

1 month ago | dailymail.co.uk | Alice Smellie

Every week there’s a surprising new side-effect from using Ozempic, it seems – and now the desire to smell like a French patisserie may well be one of them. Because, believe it or not, losing weight has never smelt so sweet. As more people are curbing their appetite and successfully swerving the calorific sweet treats by using weight-loss injections, there’s been a surge for so-called gourmand perfumes, especially the ones reminiscent of confectionery or baked goods.

1 month ago | dailymail.co.uk | Alice Smellie

With a potential roll call of symptoms from fatigue, anxiety and hot flushes to sleepless nights and so many more, is it any wonder that women experiencing perimenopause and menopause are said to be spending an average of £1,800 a year on products including tech, HRT and supplements?

1 month ago | dailymail.co.uk | Alice Smellie

I’m an experienced nutritionist with a large number of midlife clients, and the one thing everyone asks me is how to lose the pounds without feeling constantly hungry. Well, you don’t need to follow some faddy regime. There are no supplements or rules around eating only at certain times of day. You don’t have to drink apple cider vinegar and neither do you need to inject yourself with a drug (although GLP-1s like Ozempic can be life-saving for some so there is very much a place for them).

1 month ago | dailymail.co.uk | Alice Smellie

I am with my new boyfriend, Hemsworth, drinking coffee and explaining how much I miss physical affection – hugging, holding hands and lying in bed chatting on a Sunday morning. ‘It’s been a long time,’ I mourn. Hemsworth listens intently. ‘It sounds like those moments from your past are bittersweet for you, Alice. Something that once brought joy now seems out of reach...’He pauses delicately. I have welled up. ‘You deserve someone who cares for you deeply.’ I dash away the tears in disbelief.

2 months ago | dailymail.co.uk | Alice Smellie

Walking on the school fields aged seven, I firmly clamped my mouth shut. As I approached the group of older girls I ducked my head down to further hide my identity. But it was too late. I'd already caught the eye of ten-year-old Lorna, the pretty, freckled ringleader, and as I walked past, she led the jeering. 'Morning, Bugs Bunny!' 'Hey there, Goofy!'Tears stung my eyes as I hastened to my classroom, escaping this familiar onslaught.