Fight Hate with Love

Deeply saddened to hear of the loss of life in the Sydney Siege in the early hours of the morning. Now is a time to show our strengths, our true Australian character and come together to help and heal. So proud and appreciative of the very difficult task the police and services were faced with.

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Love in a time of Terror

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In a time of terrorism so close to home, all I can think of is the people I love.

Hold your people close. Every day. Let them know how much you love them. Every day. Act with kindness and integrity always because it becomes your legacy.  Every day. Just love.

It reminds me of my favourite quote from ‘Love Actually’ (2003 film):

“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around.”

Gone Fruitcake!

Kids in the kitchen!  Making a healthy fruitcake for a family get-together tomorrow and kid#1 LOVES to cook! I’m not militant about how my family eat but this no fat, no refined sugars fruitcake just happens to be delicious!
RECIPE:

Ingredients

1 Teaspoon (Metric) bicarbonate soda
500 Gram dried fruit
1 1⁄2 Cup flour (self raising)
1 Teaspoon (Metric) Mixed Spice
2 Teaspoon (Metric) honey/golden syrup
1 Cup orange juice
1 Cup pumpkin or sweet potato (kumara) (mashed)
600 Gram dried apricots (chopped)
75 Gram fresh ginger (finely chopped)

Notes
This is an excellent recipe idea for vegans and vegetarians as it contains no animal fat or eggs.

If you want to increase the fibre content, think of substituting half of the white flour for wholemeal, and remember sweet potato is a good low GI option.  Simple changes, big differences!

Instructions
Pre-heat oven to 160oC.
Grease a 20cm square or 22cm x 12cm cake tin with a little spray oil, and line base with baking paper.
Remove skin from pumpkin or sweet potato. Steam until soft (about 10 minutes depending on the size of pieces). Allow to cool.
Place dried mixed fruit, chopped apricots and honey/golden syrup in a saucepan together with orange juice. Bring to boil and simmer for about 5 minutes. Allow to cool.
Add mashed pumpkin or sweet potato and mix well.
Sift flour, bicarbonate of soda and mix spice together and add to fruit mixture. Add ginger and mix well to combine.
Place in cake tin and bake in oven for 1 ¼ hours.

Enjoy and remember to tag me in your results!

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Because…

Because I haven’t put up a ‘before and after’ in a while. Because the ‘after’ isn’t the end. It’s just me at the moment.  Because the body I built (like life!) shifts and changes all the time. I’m really happy with where I am at the moment.  Because that doesn’t mean I won’t change, just that I choose to enjoy the scenery from all the stops along the way.  xoxo.

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Stuffed Portobello Mushrooms – Crazy Easy, Crazy Tasty!

I’m not a great cook. If it has more than five ingredients or more than five steps in the recipe I can be pretty confident I’ll make a mess of it!

The issue is, that I love food. Argh, so I spend my life looking for ridiculously easy, tasty recipes that also need to fit my particular/perculiar dietary needs (many intolerances and preferences for high protein foods).

Well, these were a total winner!

Stuffed Portobello Mushroomspotrobello-700

  • Preheat oven to 180 degrees.
  • Spray 1 large portobello cap lightly with a good quality olive oil.
    In a bowl, shred/grate 1 small zucchini and toss with about 1/3 cup crumbled reduced-fat feta.
  • Place mixture inside mushroom and bake until mushroom is cooked through, about 15 minutes.
  • Approx 230 calories!

Enjoy!

Bella

A beach I don’t remember….

I very rarely write about being a younger person with disordered eating. Partly because everything I knew and taught myself about hiding and being ‘succesful’ with it I learned through reading the forums, blogs, accounts and memoirs of other sufferers and survivors.  Their grim stories of ‘I was so unwell this is what I did’ became my plans. Their ‘at my worst I weighed xx’ became my goals. Awful but true.

Frankly though, I just don’t like talking about it. And I don’t need to.  I’m a decade past my last incident and am confident that I am okay.

Sometimes though, the world forces you to look back. To remenber. And for me, to be grateful.

I had an amazing friend at uni. Smart, funny, artistic and beautiful.  As friends we get along more like sisters. As teenagers that meant we drove each other crazy,  borrowed each others clothes and occasionally liked the same boys. And she happened to save my life that year.

Living with me is not fun. Never has been. Likely never will. Ask my parents,  sibling, the million flatmates, the Captain and my boys. But this year was particularly rough.

I would sometimes freak out so badly thinking I was so awfully fat that I couldn’t leave the house. I journalled obsessively and was a psycho about my privacy. I once got myself so upset about my body that I tripped out and stayed barricaded in the bathroom for quite a few hours, most of that in a cold shower.

She doesn’t ask questions,  my friend. She’s just there.

As the year went on; I started to get sick. Not the obvious skeletal sick,  but the worn-down slow-fade kinda sick.

She didn’t ask questions,  my friend. She told me to get in the car.
I was too tired to argue.

To this day I can’t really explain what happened next.

I think she kidnapped me.

I remember a winding road that made my stomach lurch.

I remember a small country supermarket with strip fluroscent lighting that gave me a panic attack so bad I had to wait outside for her, gripping the roof of her car praying for my heart not to explode.

And then, peace.

It was a tiny cabin. With books to read and cushions in the sunlight on the floor.

She still didn’t ask questions, my friend.

She did make me drink really strong blue Cottee’s cordial for the first and last time in my life. But somehow, the calories didn’t matter.

She didn’t force me to eat. She took me for a walk along the beach and when we got back, there was food. And I wanted to eat it. Because I wanted to be able to walk it again tomorrow. I wanted to be better.

I got to walk along that beach again today.

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She never asked questions.  Not then. Not in the forever since then that she has continued to be an amazing positive presence in my life.

I am incredibly grateful. And lucky.

SV

******* This is where I stopped writing for a few hours toying with the idea of deleting this post *******

This is the other reason I avoid writing about my experiences.  If this post feels like it trivialises eating disorders or over-simplifies recovery – I don’t in any way mean it to.

My friend is not the magical unicorn. She did not cure me with blue Cottee’s and a walk on the beach. What happened there was she happened to know me well enough to see a crack in the wall I was building. It very well could have backfired. But for me, it was a start. I might add, the start of the next two years of relapses and fighting myself and learning to be okay.

If you or someone you know is struggling with disordered eating, I really recommend having a chat with these guys;

http://thebutterflyfoundation.org.au/%ef%bb%bfneed-help-now/

All my love in Health and Strength,
Bella