Still Crazy After All These Years

Still Crazy After All These Years

I have a confession to make. It’s not really something that would affect anyone other than myself, but seeing as I’ve adopted an “honesty is the best policy” approach when it comes to this blog, I think it’s important that I lay all of my cards on the table. Even the sucky ones. I talk … Continue reading

I’ll Show You How To, In Eight Easy Steps

I’ll Show You How To, In Eight Easy Steps

Chances are, in your real life, you know somebody like me. Somebody who doesn’t or can’t eat a particular food or food group. Peanuts, lactose, gluten, animal products, eggs, shellfish, alcohol… It might be a dietary preference, it might be religious observance, it might be a food allergy. For whichever reason, it’s a part of … Continue reading

It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To

It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To

Are you all ready for a pity party? I’m hosting, and you’re all invited. Maybe I’m being a touch dramatic. But I wanted to post an injury update, and I’m well aware that this will likely come off as an epic first-world-problems whinge. So, just making sure you’re forewarned… For those of you who are … Continue reading

I’m Starving My Pants Off For You

I’m Starving My Pants Off For You

I know this woman. She is smart, tall, funny, beautiful, a great Mum, and loved by everyone she meets. Recently, she declared that she was going on a diet, because she needed to “shred”. Not a great choice, in my humble opinion, but also really none of my business. Then, as the conversation continued, it became apparent … Continue reading

I’m Not Like Everybody Else

I’m Not Like Everybody Else

Here’s my own nutrition tip of the day (I hear it’s a thing that bloggers should do): stop assuming that everybody has the same goals. The whole nutrition sphere seems to have arrived at the apparently logical conclusion that everybody must want the same thing. Everybody wants to be healthy, which means that everybody wants to be lean/”look good”. … Continue reading