I’ve had bits of this post part written in my head for a couple of weeks now but a dermatology consultation this morning with an ex-teenager (Eldest Daughter) finally pulled all the pieces together and gave me the title.
I won’t be the first to admit that my diet is rubbish, I might be heard to whisper it quietly in the dark when no one is around though. I’m useless at making changes so I’ve been trying to think of ways to improve what I eat without actually having to think about it.
First of all, I don’t cook, I don’t make myself what would be called a meal, I snack. How can I go though life without cooking you may ask, well, quite simply would be the answer. I do eat a cooked meal four times a week in the staff restaurant at work where the cook very often spoils me by pandering to my very limited taste, I also eat out quite often with Hubby and if I visit either Middle or Eldest Daughters I’m usually asked if I’m eating with them when I’m there.
As for what I eat, you can pretty much guarantee that if it’s healthy I don’t like it. Vegetables … what are they ? Oh yes peas … I’ll happily eat peas until they’re coming out of my ears. Although Hubby says I’m a “pea snob” I like the Birds-eye frozen garden peas, they’re the only peas I’ll have in the house and very often when we’re eating out if the peas aren’t up to my standard I would rather go without. To me, there’s nothing better than a plate of real mashed potato, smothered in peas and gravy. Meat ? I hear you ask. Well I’m not much of a meat lover, I eat pretty much all meat, apart from liver of course, far too much iron goodness in that, but I only eat meat in small quantities. I could quite happily eat no meat at all and go vegetarian without missing it, apart from the fact that I don’t like vegetables.
Needless to say, no green veg and very little red meat leaves me with an iron problem even before taking into account the fact that I’m one of “those women” at “that age”. I did have some mega iron tablets from the doctor a while ago when my iron levels dropped low enough to be a problem but since it’s cheaper to buy them over the counter at the chemist she told me to just get my own and take them when I need them. I listen to my body and when it tells me I need them I take them.
Listen to your body … body talk … these were a few of the other titles I was playing with for this post. Thinking about it logically, when a woman is pregnant (and I’m not, so we needn’t think in that direction) her body tells her mind what it needs and she gets cravings for all sorts of silly things. When I was pregnant for Middle Daughter, my Sister was also pregnant and living with us so we were eating pretty much the same diet and also ended up with cravings for the same foods. I remember one evening when Hubby was out working late I sat down with Sister and we demolished a whole bag of satsumas … along with a catering jar of pickled onions !
Back to the present, my body has been telling me for months that it’s time for a change. I’ve been reading it for years and it’s very sensitive to what I put into it, migraines for instance, are now mostly controlled by what I eat … or don’t eat, and IBS … don’t even get me started on that one.
So, how to introduce some health to my diet without actually introducing any change. It’s so simple really, I don’t see why I spent so long trying to think how … healthy snacks !
Going back to the “listen to your body” thing, I wandered around the supermarket picking up the snacks that I “fancied” to put in my trolley, I didn’t go for the cheapest option, I picked up the ones which shouted the loudest. Strangely enough I walked straight by the bakery and cream cakes, past the crisps and biscuits and came home with a variety of different boxes of cereals, some very juicy ready to eat apricots and some cashew nuts and this morning I picked up a bunch of bananas on my way out too.
I’ve been drinking about double the amount of water I usually do, I’ve been pretty dehydrated over the last few weeks too – almost to the headache stage and my cashew nuts and apricots have settled on the top next to the kettle where I pick at them while waiting for it to boil. I can see a few healthy signs creeping in, so I guess I’ve made a start. My skin seems to think it’s helping too … apparently, according to my “dermatology expert” it’s detoxing which is why the picture for today is taken peering into the bag of cashew nuts and not of my volcanous chin.