Newsflash

Just to let you all know, I've changed the name of the blog.
It seems to suit my plummeting mood better.

I have barely seen the light of day for over a week - my little sweetie has been
ill with measles (yeah, OK let's not get into the whole MMR thing), and so I haven't even
been out to do the school run.
It also coincided with Hurricane Hormone (see previous blog), so things have just gone
from bad to worse.

I did drag myself around the gym, but in the evenings everyone there is so young, fit and healthy, which just depressed me more. I prefer the geriatric shift during the day, where the mean age is 65. It's the only time I still feel young and pert.

For the zillionth time I ask myself why I didn't go to university when I was young and carefree, not now when I have a family and am knackered all the time.
Of course the answer to that would be that I've only just decided what I want to do when I grow
up.
It's just that when you're (allegedly) grown-up, you have so much stuff to do that gets in the
way of anything you may want to do. Hence I sit here slumped over my books at 10pm, and writing this blog because I'm too bored and tired to do any studying.

Being a student of Nutritional Medicine, I can't even make life easier by buying convenience foods, because they are, as you know, the work of Satan. As are microwaves and non-stick pans.

Anyway, enough of this drivel, which apparently noone is going to read anyway, judging by the total lack of interest I have attracted lately. I'm going to give up and watch telly.

Manic menstrual Monday

I'm feeling a bit grumpy today.
So I thought I would devote this post to naming all the things which turn me into
a grumpy old bag. Maybe you would like to share some of your grumps too, if you can be bothered...

Unripe avocado.
My period. (Don't get me started on this one)
Shopping.
Housework.
My mother.
My mother-in-law.
The rest of my family.
Rainy days.
Not being able to think of anything for my blog.(because I have my period)
Better blogs than mine (which is pretty much ALL of them).
Being disorganised (because I have my period)
Women who breeze through their period without any problems.
Greasy hair.
Spots.
Hormones.
People who try and cheer me up.
People who don't try and cheer me up (the gits)
Giving up caffeine (why did I choose this week?)
Not being able to find a decent house to buy.
Living in a rented house the size of a shoe box.
Realising my husband will be home in ten minutes, I haven't started dinner, I have no idea what dinner is, and there is no food in the house because I hate shopping.(because I have my period)


Sorry to depress you.
Still, I seem to have identified a common theme - I don't think the Evening Primrose supplements are working...

Living on light

I have successfully used nutrition to cure my own serious medical problems, and I know it
works, but to maintain my health, I need to cut a LOT of things out of my diet: wheat, sugar, dairy, soya, red meat, processed food, alcohol and some pulses. Don't get me wrong, I love healthy food - I'm one of the few people who drool over tofu and broccoli, and alfalfa sprouts, quinoa, and I think seaweed salad is yummy. (honest).
My six year old has yet to be convinced, however, and prefers sausages and fish fingers.

I don't like having to cook lots of different meals, and manage to cook for my family while still avoiding all of my taboo foods, without my six year old picking up on how healthy her diet is (except for the time I gave her seaweed - she didn't like that, and was backed up by one of my friends who threatened to call social services if I gave it to her again!) Still,it's easier than you might think, if a little taxing to think of new recipes, but sometimes, oh how I long for a straighforward bacon sandwich on white bread with ketchup.
Or clotted cream ice cream with caramel sauce and nuts, or banoffee pie, or, chocolate brownies, or a hazelnut latte, or, well you get the idea that I sometimes fall off the wagon spectacularly.

I was particularly interested, therefore, to hear about a bunch of people who don't eat anything at all, called Breatharians. ( I like 'Freshairians better!).
(http://www.angelfire.com/stars3/breathe_light/breatharianism.html)
Well, I have read in the Celestine Prophecy that very evolved souls could begin to absorb energy from around them, negating the need to actually eat, and this seemed to be the same sort of thing. I understand the concept, but this bunch seem a bit dodgy. One of them, a certain Wiley Brooks, is currently running a course for billionares only. Well, that should keep the riff raff out. http://www.breatharian.com/WileyBrooks-altinate.htm

Given my chosen course of study, I am naturally a little sceptical about the validity of this claim, especially as the body posesses a highly evolved digestive system. I am open minded, however,as I think we are all programmed to eat far too much. It's big business at the end of the day - the profit margin on food is higher than pretty much anything else.

Also, if everyone were to live on light, I'd be out of a job!

Wax has waned.

I love London, and try to go at least a couple of times a year. I must admit, though, the bombings really shocked me - I had been walking my daughter around Tavistock and Russell Square only a couple of weeks before they happened. It all just seemed a little too close for comfort.
Still, not wanting to let these things rule our life, we decided to return, this time staying in Greenwich, an area we had not previously explored.
We managed to stay for five days without travelling by tube once! Instead, we used the
river transport, which was fantastic, and much more fun. I was amazed that it wasn't more popular with commuters and tourists, though I must admit it was the first time I had ever thought to use it.
You get to see all the sights, and can get to within a short distance of many of the major attractions.
View from London River Transport.

We also went to Madam Tussauds, which I would not recommend. I thought looking at dummies of famous people sounded a little dull, and only really went to get into the Planetarium. To our disappointment, and everyone else's, judging by the moaning going on in the queue, the Planetarium was closed.
Having already got the tickets using my Tesco clubcard vouchers, we went in anyway. The tickets are normally around 20 quid a throw, and had I paid this, I would have felt tempted to register my displeasure by chucking a large brick through the window.
It was dull, dull, dull!!!
It seemed to please the foreign tourists, who were behaving as though Robbie Williams really had turned up with a glint in his eye. They were all fighting to get their pictures taken with 'the stars'. I had to restrain myself from shouting 'They're just dummies, you dummies!!!!' Granted, some of them were very lifelike, (though some were crap, and some I just had no idea who they were) and I appreciate that it is very skilful to create these figures , but frankly, I just don't see the point of it all. They were about as exciting as a Top Shop window.




Ginger rubs shoulders with
the 'stars'.






Is this Ivana Trump, or
Joanna Lumley?


Brad, with a bad case of sunburn.



Is this just the ennui of advancing age talking? Am I just a cynical old bint, or does anyone else who has parted with a crisp twenty for this 'attraction' feel the same?Judging from the restless mob in the queue, the only stars most people had turned up to see were in The Pleiades...