I’ve slept terribly of late, one way or another. You’d think that eventually exhaustion would play to your advantage, but apparently not. As such I’ve become overly attached to the snooze button, which eats into valuable breakfast time. The rush hour commute is taxing enough without also being ravenous, but too many times this week I’ve found myself arriving late and disheveled, only to spend the day blinking vacantly and irritably at lecture slides whilst scalding my tongue on bad coffee.
Granola is a good speedy breakfast for such mornings, but I’m not sure of the nutritional benefits of eating sugar-coated cereal every day, even the healthier varieties. Muesli feels like granola’s less glamorous cousin, which I only started eating because keeping a discounted box of it at work saved me from hunger after my 2hr morning commutes last summer. But it’s grown on me since. I’ve even tried making variations of bircher muesli overnight, which I hope to report on soon. You can have it plain with oat milk, or even better with coconut yogurt and fresh fruit, maybe a spoonful of almond butter. Comme tu veux. View Full Post
It’s an icy but bright winter’s morning here in the suburbs — my favourite kind of January day. I don’t mind the bite of the cold if it’s unaccompanied by a harsh wind, and the sun, like the birdsong, is a reminder of the promise of brighter days that wait around the corner. The cold breeze that rattles the bare limbs of the trees seems to whisper: lie low, stay warm, use the hibernation season to work hard — things will get better.
January always feels like the longest and hardest month somehow. The days are chilly, the hours of darkness are long, and people feel under pressure to be ‘healthier’, which can just feel like an added misery if it means punishing workouts, bland food and hunger. I don’t think it should mean that, but I do think it’s important to feed yourself things that will nourish the body and mind in a harsh climate.
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Every night I fall asleep to the sound of the ocean. Not the real ocean, sadly, just recordings I can stream through YouTube, but it is enough that those recordings were the ocean once, washing gently across some distant shore. It’s either that or a (mild) tropical storm, because the distant rolls of thunder and lashing rain make me feel warm and cosy and far away. White noise in general makes me feel calm in a way that total silence never can. I never sit in totally silent rooms in libraries, for example, it’s just too disconcerting somehow. I like hustle and bustle to remind me there is life outside of my own mind and the object of its immediate focus.
Moments of calm, like deep and restful unmedicated sleep, often prove elusive to me, but their pursuit is a greater priority this New Year than dieting or rushing to the gym. Sleeplessness and anxiety are a vicious cycle because the one aggravates the other indefinitely. View Full Post
👋🏻 hi everyone. It’s been a while.
I could bore you by talking about how busy life has got these days and why I haven’t had chance to post in a while, but let’s not worry about that. Everyone’s busy. Life happens.
Getting things in your eye. Apparently that also happens. And not just in a semi irritating way that washes itself out after a few hours. Like in an actual my eye is swollen and I can’t open it for pain and it keeps weeping kind of way. So here I am in A+E, blinking one-eyed at the screen and trying to take the opportunity to catch up on things I’ve fallen behind on. Like this. Whilst getting intermittently shouted at for sitting in the wrong parts of the waiting room as I get sifted through the various stages of purgatory.
Anyway. I’ve been sitting on this recipe for a while. Ever since I saw Alexandra’s ‘What I Eat In A Day’ post which featured sweet potatoes for breakfast, I knew I had to try it. If it sounds a little strange, it did to me too, but it’s a versatile one. I typically go for a sweet breakfast, hence opting for coconut yogurt and granola and fruit. But you could just as easily go savoury with black beans and avocado. Or spiced roasted chickpeas and tahini, even. I’m merely drawing your attention to the concept. Once you’ve got that, the possibilities are endless View Full Post