Can someone please stage an invervention?

What will it take for Lindsay Lohan's mother to admit that her daughter has a problem? I'm not going to accuse her of being a devotee of the cocaine meal-replacement program but, whatever the cause, she has some serious weight management issues.

Seriously, the poor girl has wasted away to nothing - can someone please give her some help (or at least a hamburger?!)

Source: Lainey Gossip

Porn for New Mums

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.

Well, the newest book in the series, "Porn for New Mums" has just hit the shelves and seems to be right on the money when it comes to the things most mums with young bubs would love to hear from their partner.
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."

Right now, I'd love to hear "Honey, why don't you spend the day in bed with that new book of yours...I'll just bring the baby in when she needs a feed." Ah, heaven.

Mums, what would you most have liked to hear from your partner when your baby was young?

Enormous...or just pregnant?

So, I was scanning the Entertainment section of news.com.au as I do fairly regularly, and see this charming tagline "A pregnant Nicole Richie snapped looking enormous."

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.

She isn't fat, she's having a baby, you cretins! Rant over.

Food and me: a complicated relationship

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).

Oh Drew, how could you?

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.

Another mega-quick meal

Whoever is doing Sunrice's product development and marketing deserves a bloody great gold star, as far as I'm concerned. A few years ago they were just another rice supplier (granted, the largest in Australia) and now look at them! They've revolutionised the market with their 90 second rice and are branching out into ready-meals.

But I digress...the point of this post is to share this great 2-minute green curry with you all...I saw it on the shelf the other day and thought I'd give it a run. I'm usually slightly wary about shelf-stable meals containing meat but, I have to tell you, it wasn't bad at all. Actually, it was quite good!

They have a red curry version, too, so I'm going to nip out and get a few for the pantry...fantastic for when there's just me and the little ones at home and I can't be arsed whipping up some gourmet feast.

A question of size...

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.

What really spins my head around are the sizes women claim to be. Kim Kardashian, pictured above, recently took to her blog to shout down a feature that linked her with plus-size clothing. She said "For the record, I am a size 2, not 2XL."

Jennifer Love-Hewitt endured a similar media storm when photos of her cavorting in a bikini, complete with curves, were splashed across the web. Her response? "A size 2 is not fat!"

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.

Don't get me wrong, I think they are both absolutely stunning and would be more than happy to look like either of them in a bikini...but, even taking into account the fact they're on the shortish side (157cm) I'd peg them for Australian size 10s.

So, I call "bollocks". Which leads me to ask the question - why claim an unrealistic size? Why not say "hey, I'm a size 6 (Aus10) and proud of it!" It kinda takes the weight (groan) out of their indignant denials if the common response is "Size 2? Yeah, right."

And meanwhile, millions of teenage girls around the World once again feel inadequate.