I recently read an
article which claimed eating disorders are affecting children at an increasingly young age - even a five year old kids are apparently not immune. Early Onset Eating Disorder (EOED) is commonly linked to teenage girls was now becoming increasingly prevalent in Australian girls, and boys, aged 10 to 12 and even younger. An incredibly sad and worrying read, it caused me to reflect on my somewhat complicated relationship with food.
You may have noticed that I'm rather fond of my food...cooking it, eating it, looking at pictures of it. Unfortunately, this devotion has led to my body being somewhat more...er...padded than what I consider ideal. It's as if all the things I shouldn't eat migrate and live on my thighs and arse so that they can give me a good talking to every time I look in the mirror.
At this point in my life I'm ok with being a little bit overweight. Yes, I'd like to lose five or eight kilos but it's not something that keeps me awake at night...but that wasn't always the case.
I was one of those lean, no-hipped kids who spent their entire life running around at 100kmh and had no time to put on weight. I actually have a vivid memory of a shop assistant saying to me, when I was around eight years' old, that all the food I ate would catch up with me one day. Damn her for being right.
At about 16, the amount of exercise I did dramatically decreased and the weight started to creep on. By the time I went to university, thanks to dedicated pubbing, I'd probably put on five kilos...by the end of my first year, that had increased to 11. Surrounded by gorgeous, thin friends, my self esteem plummeted.
During that first year I started throwing up when I'd eaten too much. That soon became the norm after EVERY meal. When that seemed to be keeping my weight stable, I started taking laxatives as well...at first, just a few, but eventually a small handful at a time. For about three years this was my shameful secret.
I eventually clawed my way out from the clutches of Bulimia...it wasn't easy and it wasn't without relapses. But even though I am probably weigh much the same today as I was at my heaviest university weight, I'm ok with it.
To me, the fact that I CAN eat that almond croissant without thinking of the calorie content or enjoy duck confit without surreptitiously disappearing to the Ladies' Room immediately after means that my mind is in good shape (even if my butt isn't).
Yum yum, pig's (and, er, prawns') bums! Thought I'd share one of my fave weekday pasta meals from Delicious Magazine- Spaghetti with Garlic Butter, Bacon and Prawns.
A couple of months ago, my favourite online kid's boutique Baby's Got Style announced they were looking a panel of product reviewers. A pretty sweet deal, the reviewers would get sent clothes, write reviews of said clothes, and (the best part) get to keep them!
Thank you, Ted Casablanca, for attempting to balance the gender scales when it comes to putting Hollywood bodies under the microscope.
This morning I somehow (through a series of random clicks) landed on a blog called Crabmommy and was an instant fan...relevant, intelligent and pretty damn hilarious, she's now firmly on my list of fave blogs.
Hubby came home from a work trip to Brisbane last night bearing gifts for the girls. He has excellent taste...expensive taste. He picked up this gorgeous dress (above) for Large Child and a cute little red cardigan from Purebaby for the Small One.
Wasn't til I read the label on Large Child's dress that I realised it was "Little Leona". Leona as in Edmiston. Nice. Must subliminally encourage purchases from the Collette Dinnigan L'Enfant range next....
I think I was born about 30 years too late. The fashion of Mad Men, set in the early 1960s, was made for my body. The cinched in waists, the skirts that flatter generous hips and thighs...it's just all so womanly. If only real curves were still in vogue...
So, 13 of Australia's hottest young things beat thousands of aspiring Heidi Klums to win spots on Australia's Next Top Model. They are tall, striking, willowy thin. Teenage girls around the country sigh longingly as they compare their ordinary bodies with a baker's dozen of superhuman ones.
Every time I see a photo of Christina Aguilera I wonder why she feels the need to hide her really quite gorgeous face under layers and layers of makeup. In the photo above she looks more like Donatella Versace than a woman in her twenties.
Source: Just Jared
Before I had children I didn't realise there was some unwritten rule that "good" mothers home cook every single meal their kids eat from the time they're old enough for solids. I didn't know I had to spend hours cooking, blending and freezing little cubes of pureed goodness for my baby.
"One day I will win an Oscar. I'm already winning it. I just have to find the platform to show it." Bai Ling shares her delusions with Movieline.
So, you’ve had a baby a few months ago. You’ve experienced nearly 10 months of pregnancy, seen your mid-section stretch to gazillion times its normal size, endured intense pain (whichever way you gave birth), and been a teensy bit freaked out as your body metamorphosed into a dairy.
Source: Instyle
That's right - it's Delicious magazine's annual Italian issue! Woo hoo! I adore Italian food. It's my absolute favourite cuisine, and a magazine exclusively devoted to it is my idea of heaven.
So, not long ago I visited our GP to be told the rather cheery news that Sophia has bronchiolitis. Oh joy. Winter bugs have come calling early...
Don't know if you're familiar with the "Porn for Women" series. If you're not, they're cute little books which feature some pretty good looking men spouting slogans designed to make women incredulously happy...like the one above.
For example: "Damn, you look hot in those sweatpants!"; “Remember, tonight’s my feeding – don’t wake up!” and "Sure, your girlfriends can drop their babies off here while you girls go to the pub. The more the merrier."
I'm not sure what offends me most about that little snippet. The fact that, clearly, she isn't anywhere NEAR enormous (see photo below) or that they could be so rude to label a four or five months' pregnant woman in that way.
I recently read an article which claimed eating disorders are affecting children at an increasingly young age - even a five year old kids are apparently not immune. Early Onset Eating Disorder (EOED) is commonly linked to teenage girls was now becoming increasingly prevalent in Australian girls, and boys, aged 10 to 12 and even younger. An incredibly sad and worrying read, it caused me to reflect on my somewhat complicated relationship with food.
After all your good work on the Grey Gardens publicity tour you show up in public looking like this. I hope, at least, that it was some really good acid.
The whole size conversion thing between here, the US and the UK really confuses me. Not so much the math - according to this site you start with the American size and add 2 for the UK and 4 for Australia.
Really? They're both an Australian size 6? I know a handful of size 6 women and they're all tiny, naturally petite women...and none of them look like Kim or Jennifer.
