Healthy Kate Moss
Observing the shift from parties to matcha
So Friday night I hang out with some friends, we drank, I ate food I am not supposed to eat, I smoked a cigarette and I rode my bike back home a bit tipsy, smiley and happy.
Nothing extraordinary or remotely comparable to some kind of (not very) past night outs, but everything I did was 100% the opposite of the healthy wellness healing journey I embarked a solid 5 years ago.
Everything started during the covid imprisonment, after some years filled with a good dose of craziness, late nights (or mornings and not on weekends only), restaurants, bar, parties, not much sleep, constantly travelling, working 15hours per day, so, not the healthiest I could have possibly been.
Forced to stay in, and having much more time to think to observe and so on, I began to change my habits even if “rollercoastering” over the years:
2020: yoga every morning + immense research and switch in skincare (probably a topic for another newsletter) + nutritionist + quit smoking
2021: became vegetarian + found my perfect workout that I do 5 days a week since then + started eating following the functional nutrition
2022: acupuncture + I started to smoke again when I had some hard times
2023: had a couple of ham and cheese toasts + definitely back to smoking
2024: met my Ayurvedic doctor that changed my nutritional practices and adding fish and meat once a month + mushroom + 8hours of sleep
2025: quit smoking again
I did not forget to mention alcohol, I simply never engaged the absolute sobriety path, it does not fit me well, but I have always been a control freak, therefore I am good.
So, as of today, my weekly routine looks like this:
Mon - Fri : wake up 6.45am, warm water with unrefined salt, vitamin c, 30 minutes workout, dry brushing and scalp massage, shower, breakfast (sweet first, then salty), bike to work, ceremonial matcha with mushroom, home made lunch of veggies and proteins, raw chocolate, go buying food in the most sustainable small shop I found in Paris, home dinner at 7.30pm made of carbs and veggies, a book a movie phone calls, bed at 10.30/11pm max. (Boring? No offense taken).
Weekends? They may vary depending on how much self disciplined I am, but the only thing that is 100% sure is the Sunday evening with pizza on the sofa.
I believe my journey has been (positively) influenced by the healthy wave we are currently living, more coffee shops serving matcha vs bars, more pilates studios vs clubs, so while 10 years ago the FOMO way was the only way and being in hangover was cool, now the world splits in 2 factions, having overwhelmingly added the wellness / healthy culture in the scenario.
Beside the hype I do what I do in the way I do only because it makes me feel good and I am in the best shape I have ever been. But then there are days like last Wednesday, mild temperature, I arrive on the island after work, I see the Saint Regis flooded by the sun and I decide I deserve a glass champagne with salty peanuts. Or like some week ends ago, having too many drinks, fried pork, churros, tequila shots, in bed at 3am, hangover the day after, no workout, veggie burger and fries on the sofa watching Netflix at 6pm. And no jokes, it now takes me 2 full days to recover.
No objections in saying that having a healthy lifestyle (god I hate that word, cannot think of a synonym) is absolutely and definitely the best choice but I do sometimes find it honestly stressful.
Being part of the black and white club since I was born, it naturally came to me to become the feminine version of Baba Ram Dass.
Consequently, I am all 1)bio and seasonal and local 2)cancelled any processed food 3)only halal meat 4)only fish sustainable fishing 5)checking the ingredients of everything I buy and sometimes I become so much picky that I annoy myself. All this in a world that is slightly trying to change but there is still a long journey ahead and being Baba Ram Dass in Paris is practically impossible and some days I just give up. Every time I go out or I travel I must compromise on my dogmas, at least partially, literally choosing what is the less “bad” thing my body can ingest and, honestly, I sometimes avoid to hang out not to stress me anymore.
It definitely is way easier (and a lot cheaper) to order a delivery or buying food from the supermarket, going to Le Progrès having 3 pints with fries and mozzarella sticks (and 10 cigarettes) and when I think of every time I did this I was happy, I had fun time, I was with friends and so on. But then?
Now that I think about it, I thought that this healing journey naturally leads to isolation. So I asked myself, Am I deliberately forgetting to actually live in the world, striving to wellness?
Being constantly a work-in-progress, and learning to contently navigate the famous grey area, I would dare to say I am proudly experiencing to balance the 2 sides living inside of me, being able to be both Baba Ram and a mature Kate Moss and, most importantly, accepting and embracing both of them and every choice I make.
The real challenge is being aware, understanding who you are and what matter the most, knowing that we live in 2025 and we must find a deal to live in this world. And then flowing in the middle ground will eventually come.
I cannot say it is always easy (Every choice is a loss they say), but I find so much pleasure in feeling healthy and strong, that now it has become natural to me to live the way I live.
So, did I drink last night? Yes. Did I eat pasta bought at the supermarket? Yes. Am I going to do a longer workout today, to sweat it all out? Yes, followed with detox Ayurvedic potion, tons of veggie, face mask, body scrub, music all day and pizza tonight.
Happy Sunday,
Love,
e.