And I quote: “We’re mental so you don’t have to be”
The gorgeous pixies at Gourmet Raw sent me a delightful pack of their raw brownies and crisps to devour. Oh, how I suffer for my art 🙂
Normally, I’m not overly drawn to pre-packaged raw foods because they can be quite heavy. For example, when I was in Wholefoods a few weeks ago, out the corner of my eye I spotted a new raw brownie. Oooh! So I picked it up and let me tell you it was hard. Rock hard. In all honesty I could’ve actually killed someone with it… Not that I’d ever do that, of course. Butttt if I was looking for a weapon of choice to smash over someone’s head, that brownie would be it.
If I couldn’t squeeze it with my fingers, and by Neptune I tried (without making a dent), what the hell is it gonna be doing in my stomach? Answer: not very much. Probably making a wee home for itself for the next few weeks, picking out fabric furnishings and deciding on wallpaper…
Not good.« Continue »
Do you have children? Because I don’t. I know, it’s such a tragic loss to society that I haven’t bred yet. Anyway, it seems there’s a helluva lot of people out there in the real world that do have actual children. And they want to help their kids eat more healthy. And they don’t know how the hell to do that. And so they’re coming to me. And I’m all like, ‘hey, I don’t even have kids‘ and that’s like, the lamest reason ever to not be able to help these parents.
And so I turn to you.« Continue »
I know what you’re thinking… Actually, I don’t. I have a horrible feeling you think this post is about being intimate with a tub of guacamole and some flax crackers. It isn’t. That’s for another time.
Remember I wrote this post about honouring the part of you that wants to succumb to the thing you’re telling yourself you can’t have? Well, what if you’d really rather not go there but you think you might? How do you negate or minimise the resulting stress on body and mind?« Continue »
Whatever is going on in your life, however you’re feeling, would you like to be happier than you are now?
What if I told you that you were already truly happy? That all your problems, all your heartache, everything that has ever bothered you, were illusions that you could choose to eliminate from your life and that if you did, you’d discover that underneath it all, your true nature is blissful?« Continue »
You know when you’re on a detox and you get that, ‘Oh, I can’t have that‘ mentality about something you’re desiring?
You know, the voice in your head that says you can’t have it…you’re not allowed it…that’s ‘bad‘… The voice that actually just makes you want the fucking thing even more? Probably more than if you weren’t actively trying to avoid it? It’s a bit like fancying married men. Kind of. Ok, poor analogy. Don’t judge… Or send hate mail.
Bought these today from Grassroots in Glasgow. 6 words.
Would. Sell. Own. Mother. For. These.
You’re really in the mood. It’s business time. Oh yeah, baby! You have your eye on the hot stuff in the corner of the room and nobody is gonna get in between you and what you want. But it’s more than what you want, it’s what you need.
God knows it’s been a while. How long has it been? You tell yourself it’s been too long. And now you have all you desire right there in front of you. On a plate.
You have to have it right now. It feels like now or never.
You long to savour every moment, to touch, to taste, to feeeeeel.
It’s going to be amazing. You can barely breathe for thinking about it. It’s the only thing on your mind, to hell with everything and everyone else. To hell with the consequences. Your body is in control, your mind is in disarray. Nothing else matters except getting what you want. Logic is not welcome here.« Continue »
I’d never heard of it before. I didn’t know anyone else doing it. I couldn’t find anyone else in my own damn country doing it.
I didn’t know that you made smoothies in a blender, I made mine in the food processor. Awkward.
I didn’t like celery. I didn’t know how to pronounce Quinoa. I didn’t know anything about healthy eating.
My parents thought I’d lost the plot.
My partner knew I had.
My friends were a mixture of dumbfounded and supportive.
My weekly shopping budget went up.
My fridge seemed to get smaller.
My relationship fell apart.