Is DIY bad for your health?
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its dangerous to look at cameras when using tools[/caption]
I trap my middle finger in the spot light fitting that I am man handling down from the ceiling, scream out in pain and instantly burst into tears. It’s the umpteenth time I have hurt myself in the last month doing DIY. We are on a deadline to get our house up together so we can rent it out and it’s all hands on deck.
I have cut, bruised, trapped, broken, knocked, blistered and landed on so many different parts of my body I’m starting to get the feeling I am not cut out for this kind of work. I stop loosening the ceiling spot lights and hold my throbbing finger. My partner likes a ‘bright’ room and has fitted 105 light fittings in this house. I have only loosened 12 of them.
13 August, 2013
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 
summer is coming and I shall be busy![/caption]
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.
Its the end of the world as we know it but with less CGI[/caption]
"When the moon is in the 7th house and Jupiter aligns with mars. This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius"
The hippies been singing about it since the 60's but so many people are still asking me what 2012 is all about so here we go..
On December 21 2012
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. 
Wham knew it. Fun and sunshine, enough for everyone[/caption]
I was verbally attacked by a woman at my Bootcamp class. The reason for this tirade of insult and anger is because I don't wear sun cream. She felt that because I lecture about health it was hypocritical of me not to wear sun cream.
There are many reasons for this choice. Firstly I am fifth generation Indian and am blessed with skin that goes brown just by looking at the sun - of course I would burn if I was to lie out in it but I learnt my lesson a long time ago after a particularly nasty incident when I was 15 involving baby oil and a really hot day followed by sunstroke and needing to sit on a cold slide in a kids play park just to cope with the searing agony on the backs of my thighs. So these days I listen to my body, I sunbathe in 10 minute slots and alternate between sitting under parasols and having a nice siesta during a hot afternoon.
Another reason is that I loathe, loathe, loathe most sun creams. If I use normal ones I end up with horrific 
Clearly experiencing a period drama[/caption]
Period Drama. No I'm not talking Downton Abbey or Upstairs Downstairs. Im talking about downstairs downstairs.
Periods, menses, on the blob, having the decorators in, moon cycle. It has many names and usually causes the same reaction in us - that "here we go again" feeling. 
Beauty in the good old days[/caption]
In 1986 
Opening the door to communication will open the door to the bedroom[/caption]
There is a phenomenon sweeping through society, its affecting thousands of people (that's a conservative estimate) but it's unlikely you will hear about it because in general we are still stuck in the dark age of "keeping up appearances".
This phenomenon is that people aren't having sex. I'm not talking about people in 25 year marriages or single people I'm talking about 30+ year olds in committed relationships or newly weds not being sexually active with their partner for months or even years.
There are many possible reasons for this. The extreme view from one of my friend's is that its a natural wave of evolution, a way of limiting over population. Not sure if Darwin would agree but according to spiritual sexuality author 
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 
Oh I simply LOVE the farmers market![/caption]
I have a favourite morning. It's every first and third Friday of the month. I do the school run and then spend a blissful hour walking around my local 
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 
Claire fighting her MS beast in really good knickers[/caption]
The highlight of my week: "I can put my knickers on easily" says my client whilst standing up and doing me a demo.
It was funny, but it actually made me cry with joy.
This client is called Claire and is a pretty, bubbly, lovely young woman who was recently diagnosed with 
nice bush you have there[/caption]
My friend recently returned from travelling the world. He pops over for a chat and mentions he is seeing a new woman who apparently I'll love because she does "fillers and laser hair removal". I laughed and told him he had been away a long long time and things had changed in the world.
For a while modern grooming hadn't been making sense to me. Waxing was really painful, shaving left me prickly and with spotty ingrown hairs and Immac (sorry 
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. 
oh my, you're bigger than my head![/caption]
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet ingesting her non-whey protein shake. Along came a spider and bit her on the boob.
I am Miss Muffet and this is my story...
So apparently we have biting spiders in the UK. They are stowing away on bananas and grapes from far off isles and then falling in love with our English spiders and making mean biting love child baby spiders with poor dental hygiene.
In August I unfortunately got bitten by said spider and ended up with a septic walnut sized abscess and flu like symptoms. I dealt with it the same way any sane hardcore "natural medicine" guru would and went running to the doctors for some nuclear strength antibiotics to stop my boob going gangrenous.
Two types of strong antibiotics and a few weeks later my abscess had gone and I was filled with joy but quickly noticed I wasn't feeling much better.
I haven't had antibiotics for 4 years so I had taken necessary precautions I'd taken zinc, vitamin C, bifidophilus and antioxidants combined with green juicing but the Hiroshima-style effect of the drugs was far reaching.
My stomach and small intestine have been in knots ever since and I've had headaches, low energy, poor immunity and felt rundown. 
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?!'