Posts Tagged ‘food’
I got this from one of my fave websites for all things uplifting – Sassy Minx. I’m so going to be treating myself to this book – any book that debunks the whole ‘eat egg whites and steamed broccoli to be happy’ myth has got to be good.
Happy, sassy and sorted women (and men) don’t pick at a sad salad with no dressing or refuse to go out with their friends because they are on a diet. Building a conversation around how many Weight Watchers points you’ve had (or avoided) that day is just dullsvile, darling.
When people stop navel gazing about what they should and shouldn’t eat, and start to eat what they enjoy and what makes them feel good (doesn’t have to be chocolate but if it is, enjoy it!) just imagine how much head space will be free for us all to enjoy our lives a little bit more. What would you think about if you could give up thinking about your weight?
The book you’ve always wanted to write? How fantastic your friends are? How beautiful the sunsets can be at this time of the year – or any time of the year? The last hot sex you had, and who you had it with?
Eat like a hot chick, and fill your life with things that matter – ditch the calorie counter and diet books and read things that inspire and delight you. Life is REALLY too short to stuff a mushroom, and it’s certainly too short to look up said mushroom’s syn value.
So , Sophie Dahl has an appetite for the scrumptious things in life? Amen to that, it’s about time women stopped being so miserable and buttoned up about weight and food and just learned to enjoy food for what it is – one of life’s great pleasures. Where’s the fun in constantly starving yourself, denying yourself a piece of cake that’s been lovingly baked for you because “I’m on a diet” or swapping gorgeous vintage cheddar for low fat plastic substitute?
Sophie says, “We have to deal with what we’ve got, appreciate it and move swiftly on. We all spend far too much time focusing on what we don’t have and undermining what we do in the process.”
And I loved this too:
“For me, wound up in that delicious sense memory bank are so many tiny things: my mother’s gooseberry fool, eaten in the garden on a hot summer night; my father making me scrambled eggs on toast in his kitchen with the chequered linoleum; the smell of my grandmother Gee-Gee’s house, Victoria sponge, light as a feather and dripping with home-made raspberry jam, just out of the oven.
Then there is the soup that is made for someone who is grief-stricken, the long lazy breakfasts of courtship, the messy tray composed by a child, with lukewarm tea and burnt bitter toast, presented with heartbreaking gravity which prompts you to say, ‘This is the best toast I have ever eaten in my life.’ I remember a picnic with the boy I love on the floor of a new house with no furniture and wine in mugs. ”
So, just for today…even if you can’t manage it the rest of the week…eat, drink and be merry.