Diet Schmiet

Posts about dieting. Not dieting. Intuitive eating. Mindfulness. Eating issues. Disordered eating and eating disorders.   Exercise.

My biggest roadblock

My biggest roadblock

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Kirsty’s prompt for this week’s confessional asks us to share our biggest roadblock.

I had a post all planned – about my writing – and the fact that I don’t even try. I blithered about my fear of failure and my apathy but… the post wallowed in my drafts folder and I didn’t get it finished before heading off on a long long work trip yesterday.

It gave me time to think however… and I realised, if I’m really being honest, my biggest roadblock – when it comes to life in general – is my weight.

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On being an imposter

On being an imposter

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I thought I’d continue with a couple of themes I’ve raised recently on the blog.

I almost ventured onto this topic when I wrote about adulting… and the fact that – at 48yrs of age – I tend to look around for the adult in the room when things get too complicated.

And then there was last week’s post about failure.

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Diversity on our screens: more than just black and white

Diversity on our screens: more than just black and white

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Oscar nominations for 2016 have been announced and there’s an uproar led by Jada Pinkett Smith about the lack of diversity amongst the nominees. I misunderstood initially and thought she meant that the voters were racist: suggesting African American actors and directors had been purposely overlooked and wondered who she thought was undeserving of the existing nominees.

Today however I read a media report which cited the delectable Idris Elba (who – incidentally I think would be a most excellent James Bond) on the issue as he spoke about the lack of diversity on UK screens. Another report reflected on our own industry here in Australia and it (and those commenting) noted that we really only see diversity on SBS, and occasionally on ABC TV.

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How I see me

How I see me

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I dream of ‘a-ha’ moments but rarely have them. I’ve always hoped the switch in my head that flipped sometime back in 1983 (when I became anorexic, obsessed with food and my eating behaviour changed) would flick back. The proverbial lightbulb moment. Or similar.

Suddenly I would be ‘cured’. I’d go back to being someone who just overate occasionally, exercised for fun or sport, and struggled just a little with their weight in a philosophical but #whatevs kind of way.

Alas. That hasn’t happened. Indeed it may never happen.

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Through the windscreen

Through the windscreen

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Last weekend marked the third anniversary of my seachange. The time seems to have flown as I still remember waiting at a nearby cafe for the lawyers to sign on the dotted line so I could get the key for my new apartment by the ocean.

I suspect it’s the project manager in me that’s usually tempted to do a bit of a check-in to see how I’m faring against the goals and plans I set for my seachange, but I’ve decided against it. In essence, I kinda know what I said and what I have and haven’t done. And I know what I regret.

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The fragility of habits
Sometimes food and the next generation

Sometimes food and the next generation

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A friend and 4yr old Pickle were over a few weeks ago and he was happily eating his dinner of some chicken, chips and a few veges thrown in for good measure.

Pickle held up one of the hot chips, “Is this sometimes food?” he asked his mother.

“Yes,” she told him. He picked up a tomato, “And this is everyday food?” he requested confirmation.

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Sitting with feelings II

Sitting with feelings II

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I was feeling pretty sorry for myself on the weekend. I tried my best not to do that thing where you post pitiful woe-is-me Facebook updates and Tweets but didn’t entirely succeed.

My malaise was the result of a few things… I’d been unwell, I’d had my mum’s health scare, the whole ‘finding a job’ thing was getting to me in addition to some other crap I won’t go into here. Oh and let’s not mention those friggin’ hormones running rife in my 47 year old body. #bastards

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