My list of things to do since going back to work is growing…
Not the daily chores type list – well sort of I suppose, as these things have a cause and effect relationship…
Such as the fact that I need to go the garden centre to get our bedding plants. We have a courtyard type garden – no grass, just nice paving which suits us fine – we had grass when we first moved in and hated mowing… Spring hadn’t quite ‘sprung’ that last month I was off – in fact it ‘exploded’ after I found I’d got an interview – typical huh!
We’ve got a nice mature-ish raised bed which doesn’t really need anything more in there – apart from maybe a planter or two with some Read the rest of this entry »
The alarm went off at 7am. We’ve recently moved it forwards half an hour to let Mike get a bit more sleep.
It was a bad night. My chest and throat are STILL playing up – even after two months. I’d gone to bed early as I was absolutely wiped out, but hadn’t been able to settle - I’d laid down and got one of those dratted tickles and tightness in my chest that started me off cough, cough, coughing until I was truly hacking away just as Mike came to bed. I toyed with getting up but was just too tired, instead I laid there and concentrated really hard on stopping the coughing reflex… I eventually managed to get to sleep for a few hours, and then waking. It felt around 2.30-3am – my usual time for rising out of my only period of deep sleep but as always I checked the time on my phone. I take it to bed with me as our morning alarm is on it – with windchimes ready to gently wake us… Much better than an awful radio station. I turn off all the bits that might make a noise or distract me with flashing lights though so it’s just a clock.
10.18pm? It certainly didn’t feel like 10.18pm… Mike came to bed around that time and I knew I’d had some sleep since then. I took it Read the rest of this entry »
Over the past six months we’ve been looking at reducing our food shopping bill. I’ve been out of work since July last year and as our ‘Rainy Day’ pot gets smaller and I’m no nearer to finding a new job, I’ve been tightening the purse strings without compromising on eating ‘clean’.
One of the biggest challenges of a ‘Primal’ diet is that it sure does increase your food bill – ‘cheap & filling’ meals full of pasta, or rice, or jacket potatoes, or based on bread just aren’t an option. That ‘kick-ass salad’ full of wonderful things like avocado, peppers, tasty tomatoes, grated carrot, cucumber, onions, boiled eggs, and some kind of meat is never going to be as cheap as a jacket potato with cheese and beans. That plate of lovely fresh steamed veggies with a nice piece of steak, or a pork chop, or chicken…same thing. Bacon and egg for breakfast….well you get the picture.
I used to get a veg box delivered each week from an organic shop on the internet. We’d get one of their ‘large’ weekly veg boxes but it didn’t have enough Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve found it really hard this week to write anything on my blogs. A mixture of apathy and illness have left me feeling sorry for myself in general.
There’s a pretty nasty little bug going around at the moment and I’ve got it (again) – sinus infection / chest infection – both have left me pretty much a sleep deprived, unsociable and unpleasantly noisy gunk monster (I know…too much information…).
Cough mixture , menthol lozenges and paracetamol are my bosom pals. I’m even attempting to sleep propped upright (my last resort when it’s bad like this), but that just means what little sleep I get (almost free of feeling like I’ve got an elephant sat on my chest pricking my lungs with a very sharp knitting needle), isn’t exactly ‘quality’.
This is the third time it’s visited since December – the dratted thing thinks I’m an hotel! (No matter what anyone says about ‘h’s’ being treated like vowels and needing an ‘an’ rather than an ‘a’ before them, that just looks so wrong!). My immune system is usually pretty hardy, but this one is punching through my defences…I blame it on having my appendix out last October… Grrrrr…..! Even my poor husband has almost gotten to the end of his tether with my cough-cough-coughing through the night. I think it might be getting a little bit better though – just a little…
Along with great dark chocolate ice cream, toast is one of the few things that still calls to me since we changed our diet.
Not just any toast – good toast made from slices hand cut from a loaf that’s been made by true baker, not mass produced in a factory, square shaped and tasteless – ‘plastic’ bread.
Granary…sourdough…good rustic white…I really don’t mind which…
Toasted to perfection – crisp on the outside and around the edges of the crust but with that comforting, warm chewiness of freshly baked bread in the middle…
Covered in golden butter (salted of course)…none of this ‘spread’ in its many manipulated, chemically-enhanced and / or ‘reduced fat’ guises.
Yup – ‘good toast’.
And this morning, I decided to have some for breakfast at one of our favourite independent coffee house haunts.
I find myself ‘reminiscing’ about things I no longer eat. Like cereal.
I haven’t eaten cereal since climbing aboard the Primal wagon almost 2 years ago. We’d tried a ‘low-carb’ diet several years before, when Atkins / South Beach / (insert name of other low-carb diets here) were all the rage – in fact we went with Barry Groves‘ approach from his ‘Eat Fat Get Thin’ book and stuck with it for over a year. Being ‘true carnivores we found it worked well for us, but went back to the Red/Green approach from a Slimming World diet we’d done on and off over they years, when we wanted to re-introduce baked potatoes, pasta and rice back into our daily food choices – we missed them…
However, Mike was finding his tolerance for rice worsened as he got older, giving him VERY unpleasant side effects that escalated to the point where he’d not be able to breathe due to the amount of swelling in his stomach after eating it. The swelling was literally giving organs such as his LUNGS no room to expand… . Mint tea was an absolute god-send. (I must add, rice also makes me feel uncomfortably bloated but nowhere near as bad as Mike). As is usually the case with intolerances, it’s a food he adores, having been brought up on it as a toddler in Singapore. His ‘last meal’ would happily be plain boiled white rice with a soft fried egg on top and soy sauce . I use the present tense rather than past tense on purpose – the craving hasn’t gone away – just the memory of the pain – and terror the side effects caused – hasn’t completely disappeared.