Zilch

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What’s your go-to comfort food?

I eat to live.

I’m gluten free, can’t tolerate the steroids and whatever that they give to chickens to make them grow extra fast, which used to be my favourite meat. I can’t eat pork, which I used to love, I’m okay with lamb but it’s only a baby so no, beef is all I have. I can’t even bear to think about veal, never have never will, it’s cruelty beyond measure.

To be honest my relationship with food has never been close, more that of a maiden aunt who lives miles away. That irritating person who’s still saying “hasn’t she grown” when you’re 27 and a mother of two.

Fussy eater

People think I’m a fussy eater, I love most foods, but something changed in the way that food is produced and my body says no. I take one mouthful of chicken and feel like I’ve eaten a brick. My stomach hates it.

I tried a piece at my brother’s about 18 months ago, it tasted of nothing.

I also have a suspicion that I’m not intolerant to wheat, I’m intolerant to the Roundup they spray the fields with so that the crop matures all at once, and obviously isn’t destroyed by pests.

I get it, the UK has twice the population this island can provide for, and still we take more people that we can’t fit into schools, get a dentist, treat on an overburdened NHS. It’s grown way faster than we have space, schools, services, or farms, to cope with.

Even so Roundup is one of the forever chemicals that will eventually destroy the planet, so there will be no food anyway. Lab grown meat is on its way. It may be good, but what’s in it?

So I have no go to comfort food, I never did. Food never really bothered me, and now no longer interests me, good job I’ve always had a small appetite.

Nevertheless I refuse to be called fussy. When food was natural I would eat almost anything, and I miss that. Give me a slice of toast and I was happy. No, things have changed and it doesn’t feel right.

I loved a meal out, I don’t go now unless I know I can eat at that place, I’m fed up with being the problem who isn’t actually a problem, at the table.

Food is not a comfort to me. Amos is.

Best love as always

I look forward to reading some of the blogs based in places where you still live a natural life. They take me back to much simpler and happier times.

Thank you

Deb xx

Published by debdancingstarhawken7

I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx

5 thoughts on “Zilch”

      2. I would be too. Your lifestyle must have its challenges, my chickens would be so old they would need wheelchairs, but the natural ways are still the best. By far. The developed world isn’t developed at all, the natural world has it right.

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