When I made the leap to ditch the commercial beauty products in my daily beauty regime, I was amazed at how much simpler my life became. No more trips to Priceline to empty my purse in stocking up on a baskets full of moisturizers, serums and cat piss potions. No more need for pimple busting, zit exploding, acne vanishing empty promises. No more hours poured over the bathroom basin and mirror, excruciatingly washing away my flaws and insecurities.
Quite simply. I felt FREE.
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Fat has a had it tough. The term ‘healthy fats’ just doesn’t seem to roll off the tongue like the term ‘low-fat’ does *cough cough*. Even if it did, most people have a pretty skewed idea of which ones are and aren’t the healthy fats. The kind of healthy fats I’m talking about have sadly spent the last half century suffering from slander and bullying. They’ve been blamed for everything from heart disease to cancer, puberty pimples, (probably) the break up of the Spice Girls and the bloody Nazi regime. Poor fat.
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So doesn’t this just look like you could slather it everywhere – and yes, by everywhere I mean everywhere. Although you could, you mighten want to as it’s pretty darn slippery and silky smooth (I know what you’re thinking). Funny thing is, I made this recipe to help treat those nasty and unsightly dry cracked feet some people just can’t seem to keep at bay come Winter time, myself included! Even in Summer I struggle with this problem because I tend to walk around barefoot more often. That’s not a bad thing, but no one wants scratchy feet under the bed sheets. NO ONE you hear (unless you’re half lizard, in that case, go right ahead and scale away LIzard Queen).
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I’m stepping out on a limb here but I’m going to say it. There’s no heart in The Australian Heart Foundation. If there was, it’s no where to be seen right now and I swear I might have even seen it floating around in one of the toilet bowls, not quite wanting to be flushed, at the train station the other week. Some of their responses to the flurry of media attention they’ve been receiving of late have been anything but heartfelt.
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As hip of a Gen-Yer who I’m suppose to represent, I must confess, I’m a bit behind the times when it comes to social media. Case in point. I only signed up for Instagram the other week! I know. Before you berate me for arriving (fashionably) late to the party, it was like a ‘coming of age’ moment that I had to think long and hard about. The little Miss Pansy (rational) voice inside my head who prefers to sip on earl grey tea, nibble on cucumber sandwiches all whilst contemplating her flower arrangement, was telling me, correction, ordering me, not to do it. Was I really about to sell my soul to the chains of yet another social media stream all over again? I mean, come on. Facebook already takes up half my waking hours. I’ve disowned my Pinterest wall on account of needing a replacement keyboard after I drooled too much over the old one. And my Twitter feed? Let’s just say, thank goodness for certain auto-plugins! Did I really need another ‘thing’ to distract me? Read more ..
I love me a good piece of medium-rare cooked steak. Filet Mignon being my favourite. This breaking news may not make the front page of the Sunday paper, but it may make some people gasp in horror. Aren’t I meant to be some kind of eco-conscious citizen? Like a hippy you know… and doesn’t that equate to being a vegan? Read more ..
If you missed the first part to this series, you might like to take a moment to read Part 1:
Why eating everything on your plate won’t help solve our food wastage problem (or save a starving child in Africa).
Now that you’ve done that, here are some action steps you can take today to end your food wastage dilemmas, save your precious pennies in the meantime, and help create a sustainable way of living for yourself and your family! Read more ..
I believe there are two kinds of people when it comes to eating at the dinner table.
1. Those who literally lick their plates clean
2. Those who can’t even seem to fit that last miniscule pea into their belly, otherwise risking self-implosion (But then comes out the tray of chocolate brownies. (Oh well, if I must)
Can you imagine these two sharing a meal at the dinner table? I’d be the one eyeballing that last pea on my companion’s plate! le sigh. Read more ..