and so it begins…

This weekend I had a food intolerance test.  In hindsight I could have done with it twenty five years ago…..but better late than never.

The results confirmed I have a strong level of intolerance to gluten and cows milk (wowsers).  A medium to strong level of intolerance to eggs (I LOVE eggs).  And a mild level of intolerance to (wait for it theres a list) rice, wheat, durum wheat, rye, oats, corn, legumes, almonds, peanuts, capsicum, soyabean and last but not least ginger (WTF with ginger?).  It explains alot and none of it really shocked me (outside of the ginger).

For me food is an inexplicable source of personal joy.  And ironically it has the ability to bring me to my knees with searing discomfort.

This kind of food brings me and my stomach much joy and happiness.  This is Fish with Prawns, Capers and Dill served with a Brocolli and Tomato salad

I have a history starting in my early teens with food intolerances and severe reactions.  And when its not SHOUT aloud baseball bat to the guts material its the even worse scenario…..a tolerant existence of absorbed dysfunction.  Where you get so use to feeling slightly off that you forget what great feels like….where not firing on all four cylinders becomes the norm.  If I don’t eat really healthily and consistently on a daily basis I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds with Tyson (back in his prime).

In a week or so I will start a six week detox to restore my guts health and I will eliminate dairy, gluten and eggs from my diet for three months.  I will also get my gall bladder and thyroid checked out.

The funny thing is I’ve been here before.  I’ve detoxed, eliminated and reintroduced foods…..and eaten so healthily I squeaked when I walked.  I felt INCREDIBLE and invincible and on top of the world.  Unfortunately I’ve found it really hard to keep up the consistency, and I fall off the wagon and back into average eating.  The test has brought proof, I know my bodies should be enough…..but its proof and fact.  And that helps.

And so it begins.

finders, keepers and creators of bespoke joy

Im a lover of bespoke creativeness, of inspired artisans that dedicate their working life to their passion, to their craft. So I revelled in my visit last night to the Finders Keepers Market. Oh there was MUCH revelling.  I’ve been nibbling round the edges of my desire to earn a crust from my creative genes for awhile now.  I look at those that do with a little envy, truth be told.

The market was a wonderful dose of inspiration….and I felt like a kid as I squished through the bustling crowd to peer onto the tables laden with delights.

getting my child on and loving it….in one of TMOD’s headdress party hats (which I bought)

A friend and I did a  *little* shopping.  And I am ridiculously excited about the arrival of my hand made to order Marque shoes (in shell blue) crafted by the lovely Marina (they are my official 4oth birthday present to myself).  I also had a mini splurge on BESPOKE letterpress boutiques stationery, I love there wares.  There was just so much too see, so I took a few snaps…

There was music, food and wine all around as you mooched and shopped = heaven.

beautiful sparkly lights