We like coffee – in fact we love coffee.
My perfect mornings start with a good strong latte. Meanderings around our local town centre usually end up with a great coffee or two in one or two of our splendid independent coffee bars. Our favourite cities are full of even more favourite coffee-based haunts.
Coffee officionados out there will probably laugh uproariously at us, but we also love Nespresso machines.
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Why do I do it…???
“Do what?” I hear you ask…
Well… being as you asked… I’m sitting here with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream in front of me and I’m going to eat it – all of it – in one sitting – in fact before it’s at perfect eating temperature…you know, that wonderful gooey not-quite-in-its-frozen-state-anymore-but-about-to-become-a-liquid state…to be honest, my sturdy spoon is in danger of being bent due to it being the total opposite of perfect eating temperature – it can’t defrost fast enough…
If there were any other ‘bad’ foods in the house, they would be in serious danger right now…lucky for me (or not so lucky for me in this state of mind) I don’t get them in anymore. No bars of ‘normal’ chocolate, or crisps, or pizza lurking in cupboards…just fresh veggies etc in the fridge along with some cold meats and bacon – none of which appeal to me right now I’m ashamed to say… I’m being very strong and NOT going online to look at pizza takeaway menus – heck I’m even thinking of cracking open a bottle of wine so I won’t get in the car and go get takeaway chicken and fries (which always makes me feel like cr*p after I’ve eaten it when I’ve succumbed in the past…) I don’t drive if I’ve had any alcohol at all…
I’ve not had a ‘bad’ day at work – manic and tons to do yes – but I actually like it like that. Ok, starting my usually clockwork precision-like period 4 ******** days early whilst still at work – and in the middle of marathon back to back conference calls – without realising – wasn’t good – in fact if Mother Nature had been standing in front of me at the point I realised – or even now come to think of it – she’d have been told to stick her ‘monthly gift’ where the sun doesn’t shine – but like I say, in the scheme of things, not a ‘bad’ day at all.
Can I be bothered to make ‘wise food choices’ right now – no.
If I had another tub of ice cream in the freezer would it be in danger after I’ve scraped the bottom of this one clean – yes.
Would I care – no – ok maybe I would after the second tub – my tummy (and head) are starting to complain a bit after the first one actually if I’m honest – that (was) alot of sugar… (yep it’s all gone…)
I do find myself back at where I started at the beginning of this totally random post – what on earth makes me do it??? Then again… I can’t be arsed trying to analyse it and life’s too short to regret my less-frequent-than-they-used-to-be lapses of good judgement 🙂
I’m off to get some paracetamol for my headache…
Firstly, apologies to anyone who finds what I write interesting enough to read on a regular basis and has noticed my absence…I’ve been preoccupied. The days are flying by at an alarming rate and when I look back, I don’t seem to be doing very much with them – apart from working – which is a good thing and something I’m immensely grateful for. I guess it’s just all part of getting back into the rhythm of things again.
It’s strange how quickly my focus and priorities have changed around again…I’d previously started filling my days with grocery shopping, cooking and cleaning, washing and ironing – that kind of stuff (and writing of course!) – whereas my days are once again filled with the job (which is coming along fine – a steep learning curve as with anything new, but I’m getting there…), and evenings are trying to fit in grocery shopping and making our main meal, as well as ‘decompressing’ before going to bed. Cleaning has definitely taken a back seat – the vacuuming only gets done when it’s REALLY irritating me (and as I look at the carpet in front of me, that may be soon…), and laundry when we start to run out of key things – both are shameful I know, but hey…
Yet again we’ve got the ‘red meat is bad for you’ media circus about a new Harvard study that’s been published.
There’s one thing for sure – it’ll sell papers, be on the telly, get hits on news sites and basically be scaring the bejesus out of people. I’m pretty sure this ‘news story’ is going viral as I type due to the amount of links suggested by Zemanta. I’ve also just searched ‘red meat’ on Twitter and yup – quite a few tweets about it (100+ new ones in the past minute) – some are hilarious actually (I’m going to retweet some of them 🙂 ) I’m also readying myself for comments from people (which can be pretty much ‘in your face’ ) when I put certain foods in my shopping trolley / on my plate / in my mouth over the next few weeks… (I’m actually quite thankful I’m NOT working at the moment as I would have stopped eating my lunch in public based on the types of 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 »
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.