POI isn’t early menopause – a personal share
I recently listened to a podcast by the wonderful Nicole Jardim and Dr Leonhardt about the condition I have POI- Primary Ovarian Insufficiency (or as it was previously called premature ovarian failure). There were some points raised that I hadn’t thought about before and I’ve been processing since I heard them. I remember being so shocked when I was diagnosed. I’d had years of blood tests, scans and exploration and everyone kept...
29 June, 2023
this test tube isn't helping our experiment[/caption]
Calling all women for an experiment.
What would your month be like if you rested on the first day of your period?
Something strange happened to me this month. And it started 28 days ago. We are doing some serious 
smells like.... an apple?[/caption]
One of the biggest things I go on about in my clinic is getting clients to eat more fruit and vegetables. And I always recommend organic. Unfortunately our intensively farmed, pesticide treated soils aren't what they used to be. Fruit and veg no longer contains the levels of the oh so important vitamins and minerals that we need to keep our bodies doing their thing and this is contributing to the increase in illness and disease that we are experiencing.
I also hear its not always possible to eat a 100% organic lifestyle and so I read with interest the study by 
A struggling Endocrine can make you Sleepy, Sneezy, Grumpy and Dopey[/caption]
Ever wake up stuck to the pillow? Lethargic, head achy, thinking you’re getting a cold and feeling really grumpy about it? Is this a common feeling?
Then you may have an imbalance with your Endocrine System.
This is my absolute favourite topic. Yes its up there with bowel movements as my ‘most talked about subject’ because nearly everyone I meet can relate to having a run down Endocrine system.
Could painkillers be the cause of the biggest hangover?[/caption]
“Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse”
Well the Verve could be right.
Nature is trying to show us something[/caption]
I’m struggling. I can’t do it. I have started so many blog posts today and have finished none of them. What is wrong with me? My nearest and dearest could probably provide a good explanation, life has some what turned upside in the last few weeks. But putting my personal life aside, I still need to run a business, see clients and write entertaining blogs.
So here we go. I’m going to stop trying to force and just go with the flow. Do you know what I really fancy writing about? How vegetables look like our bits. 
do I need drugs?[/caption]
I read something crazy this weekend. Doctors have made an incredible discovery – apparently Special K cures depression! No not the Kelloggs cereal. Special K is a nickname for Ketamine, the general anesthetic and recreational hallucinogenic common on the drug scene.
The researchers at the 
Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom there lived a blonde princess with an out of tune voice and a happy go lucky attitude who dreamed someday her Prince would come to rescue her.
32 years and a divorce later she’s having second thoughts. 
i'm not a fan of wearing deodorant... or clothes for that matter[/caption]
Aren’t breasts wonderful? I mean really. Boobies. Babylons. Bazongas. Breasticles. Baps. They, and all the ridiculously creative words used to describe them, simply are the best. Curvy, round, splendid parts of our bodies that symbolise womanhood, motherhood and sexuality. I salute you.
I felt the time was right to discuss our wondrous mammary hillocks (I discovered that phrase in an erotic fiction once and never forgot it) thanks to an interesting piece of research I saw today. Also a blog post that has the words 
snug as a bug in a funny coloured rug[/caption]
hmm, this log needs some flaxseed oil[/caption]
I love a good log. I love chocolate logs, I love tree logs, I love Startrek captains logs. But most of all I love a good bowel log. Its the holy grail of health. The first question I ask my clients in clinic, how are your bowel movements. I usually get the answer 'normal'. Always worrying. Normal in this country is once a week. Ouch. What I'm looking for from a healthy bowel is every time food goes in, food comes out. So if you're eating 3 meals a day you should be logging 3 times a day. And when I say logging I mean a good brown solid log. Not rabbit droppings (sounds like a grumbly liver) or cracked and broken (dehydration or maybe lack of oils) I'm smiling to myself whilst writing this. It amazes me how happy I am writing about poo. 
tis the sneezon to be snotty[/caption]
I'm car-less at the moment. This is a personal disaster on many levels. I get stranded at houses and need frequent rescuing. I'm relying on the kindness of friends and family to give me lifts making me feel like an inconvenient teenager. But worst of all, I'm back on public transport. I say 'back' because for 5 years I was a London dweller and train timetables, tube maps and standing in peoples armpits were part of my daily routine. I didn't mind, I was in my 20s, I had other things to worry about such as how i was going to afford yet another new dress from Oliver Bonas. But I haven't been on public transport in 18 months and I'm all out of practice. 
this is how I picture my child[/caption]
I know what kind of parent I'm going to be. I have it all planned out. I will be one of those idyllic mothers who sings in the kitchen, wears aprons even when she's not baking, is never too busy to play with lego and reads stories like they do on cbeebies. And most of all i will feed my children healthy, nutritious food, full of multi coloured vegetables, homemade soups and steamed fish. Sigh. I have not let the fact that I am an incredibly busy self-employed woman who can't sing for toffee and doesn't even own an apron get in the way of this wondrous image I have created.
Until today.
Today I have spent the afternoon watching the tortured face of my friend try to feed lunch to her very gorgeous, very wilful 18month old girl. She starts with meat balls. These are picked up, smeared across the table and then dumped on the floor. One made it into the mouth and stayed there for about 20 mins. Then there are the peas which are flatly ignored. Then yogurt. The spoon is pushed away again and again until the little mouth gives in and some strawberry goo makes it in and sits with the half chewed meat ball. My friend looks at me and pleads 'how do I get her to eat well?!'