There was a time when I was a raw vegan, yup, shocker. I’ve always been a bit of an extremist, but that phase didn’t last long. I even took a course to become a certified raw nutritionist. Certainly I gleaned some valuable information, especially when it comes to super foods and herbs. Maybe raw foodism is a bit extreme but there’s no denying it works for some types of people in certain climates. It would be a different story living in Hawaii or Indonesia, but even then, traditional peoples would’ve still eaten some flesh, perhaps raw fish, or wild board. Attaining all the necessary components for a healthy body on a raw food diet is mighty tricky, though it’s easier when you know what your doing. Often people pick up on the fad, think they are doing something great for their health, and in the end become really ill. The same could go for any extreme lifestyle choice. If there isn’t balance, everything topples. There are also circumstances where profound healing of many illnesses, cancers, diabetes and heart disease, just to name a few, can occur when adhering to an organic raw food diet. Dr. Gabriel Cousens at the Tree of Life Centre and Hippocrates Health Institute, offer retreats to cleanse the body of illness with programs designed and guided by professionals. Definitely helpful as things get tricky when you’re the only one in the sailboat. My journey eating raw didn’t last too long, but it was a nice cleansing time where everything is simplified.
My dad doesn’t cook. My partner doesn’t cook. Something freudian going on? Perhaps. When my pops did cook for us he made stew. Mom said when they met he had about 2 solid recipes under his belt, boston blue fish cooked in a can of mushroom soup and hearty beef stew. When I met J he kindly offered me crackers and smoked sausage, his staple foods. I’m totally blessed to have a loving supportive dad. Whatever he lacks in the cooking department he makes up for in silly jokes and knowing the answer to pretty much every question.
You know how people declare something really really tasty as ‘drool worthy’? Well how many times do they actually drool. I mean come on most people don’t drool no matter how amazing something tastes. But you know what? I drooled. Eating one of these sweet delights drool fell out of my mouth in slow motion and hit my drooling baby on the head. For it was the sweetest thing I’ve eaten during this whole body reset and God knows I of course can’t stop looking at food gawker and pining over all of donut days creations. My jaw dropped over this one, seriously chica, did you just do that? Take my word for it, these energy bites are drool worthy, in a healthy sort of way. (more…)
Today is just another one of those days where I really shouldn’t be on pinterest looking at any food that isn’t ‘whole 30’. For some reason all I want is a donut. I don’t even eat donuts, unless pregnant. AH! I just don’t want to eat another piece of dried fruit. There’s no sugar in the house aside from a little container of cinnamon sugar that is sounding mighty appealing. Oh dear, I hope this starts getting easier. (more…)
Sometimes, I just can’t stop with the pinning of beautiful, exciting, inspiring things. Especially on days like today when my eyes feel heavy and I forget all about the tea I made, oh an hour ago now! Excuse me while I fetch that. Long days in town seeing friendly faces and running around. Admittedly I left unprepared to face the scents of deep fried delights, pad thai and indian pakora being cooked in front of my eyes, loaves of fresh sourdough just waiting to be ripped apart. My belly gurgled but I did not succumb. J had a meeting and resisted the werther candies with all his might. You always want things more when you can’t have them. (more…)
Hey I'm Chantelle, my alter ego would be a mermaid if I wasn't such a terrible swimmer. I love writing authentically and cooking in my pyjamas. My favourite pastimes include eating avocados, travelling the world and hanging out with a toddler.
