Independent Improvements

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Independent Improvements

Once upon a time, a time long, long ago. I needed advice, I needed to know what to do and when to do it? How to begin and why?

All I found was skinny models inside magazines, wearing swimwear and posing with pieces of fruit between their lips.

I asked friends and one told me, ‘Have polos’ and water! The Polo’s gives you energy and the water keeps you hydrated and has zero calories.’

I asked everyone and consulted everything but myself.

Years later, I asked myself, ‘what works best for me?’

  1. NO MEAT: Completely removed meat from my diet, it’s not right that we stop a heartbeat, to cook life and eat its death. I wish I broke out of the delusion earlier in life.
  2. Shop wholefoods: I’m a proud vegetarian and removed meat from my life altogether, a few months ago. (I don’t consume dairy-milk, dairy-cheese or dairy-butter. I do currently use eggs when baking.) My food cupboards are filled with: Wholemeal Pasta, Brown-rice, Wholemeal-flour, wholemeal-noodles, pink-Himalayan salt, Sesame Seeds, Pumpkin-seeds, Chickpeas, Green lentils, Red lentils, Quinoa, Gungo Peas, Olive oil, Sunflower Oil, Sunflower Seeds, Flaxseeds, Sesame Seed Oil, Oats, Honey. Weekly: I purchase fresh fruits and vegetables organic where possible – Potatoes, Carrots, Mushrooms, Onions, Pumpkin, Plantain, Peppers, Spinach and Plant-based yoghurt. Almost vegan
  3. Drink Pure: I now carry a glass bottle of water around, every time I leave out. Water with a few drops of lemon juice added, or lime. I almost drink smoothies from time to time, they contain Pineapple, Kale, Spinach, Cucumber, blended with apple juice.
  4. Body Beauty: I make my own body-scrubs, this is to ensure I know what’s inside. I also use charcoal toothpaste, charcoal mouth wash and vegan lip balm.
  5. Limit Processed Foods: – It’s nice to see meat alternatives out there, such as vegan sausages etc. However, my body prefers to eat whole foods that have been cooked from scratch. It should be noted that meat-based processed foods are far worse than any vegan/vegetarian based processed food.
  6. Running: I schedule in the running two mornings per week. I wish it were more, but working full-time and studying part-time, means I barely have any time to do much else. So I schedule in the weekly running to keep my mind healthy.
  7. Cycling: Once a week, I have this scheduled in for – unfortunately, I don’t always get the opportunity to cycle.
  8. Daily Affirmations: I believe it is an opportunity to remind myself of the things I’m good at, the traits I possess. It is essential to remember how far I have come. The first step was the hardest, but I made it I stepped up.
  9. Silence: Every time I started something ‘new’ and updated friends about it, I stopped almost immediately after the words left my mouth. I smiled about it and felt so chuffed and welcomed the beautiful compliments that followed. Be silent about your weight loss journey, just get on with it. If people notice your changes and want tips, then go ahead and share. But don’t openly disclose your experience.
  10. Enjoy: My weight loss journey has been exciting and joyous! I’m learning so much about nutrition and fitness. Discovering new recipes and enhancing existing ones. Preparing plant-based meals for family and sharing their enjoyment. And LOSING WEIGHT! To date I’ve lost 12lbs, and that has been a hard feat.

Future goals:

I hope to have more time to post on my blog and share my experience with all of you on the same journey.

I’ve fully embraced my plant-based diet, and it is a diet I LOVE wholeheartedly!

I aim to stick to my fitness plan, especially with cycling more as cycling makes me feel like Wonder Woman – I feel confident, powerful, peaceful and most importantly in love with myself.

If I found a blog like this when I began searching years ago, I would’ve appreciated reading honest advice. Rather than being subjected to visual abuse – subliminal enforcing messages on what I should look like. Those images have been seen worldwide and have influenced people around me, to the point where conversations were littered with ignorance, ‘you should be a size 10 Unique.’

Special thanks to all my readers.

I implore you to add your own improvements in the comment section – and remember, you are important!

Unique Fatso

#ChooseHealth

Banana Loaf Recipe – Unique Fatso

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Ingredients

  • 4 Very ripe bananas
  • 110g of soft light brown sugar (I use muscovado sugar)
  • 2 large eggs
  • 120ml/ ½ Cup of sunflower oil
  • 225g/ 1 ½ Cup of plain flour
  • 1 tsp of bicarbonate of (baking) soda
  • Golden flaxseeds (I’ve also used pumpkin seeds, and that was delightful.)

Method

  1. Preheat the oven to 170°C (150°C fan) and line a loaf tin with non-stick baking paper.
  2. Mash the bananas roughly with a fork (I like to mash them 2 into small pieces, then add the 3rd banana and mash it lightly, so it has bigger chunks in the mix.)
  3. Add the sugar, eggs and oil, then whisk together (use an electric whisk if possible.)
  4. Next, you must sieve the flour and bicarbonate of soda into the bowl.
  5. Scrape the mixture into the loaf tin.
  6. Slice the remaining banana and place on the top of your mixture. Now sprinkle a pinch of golden flaxseeds over the top.
  7. and bake for 55 minutes (I tend to set a timer once I’ve placed it into the oven.) When you remove your loaf, be sure to insert a skewer or knife down the middle – to ensure that it has baked through.)
  8. Transfer your loaf to a wire rack and leave to cool completely.
Photo by Unique Fatso

Today’s Tips – 16th October

‘You are the most important person on your weight-loss journey.’

Missed Marathon

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The day of the ½ Marathon.

I had to withdraw, due to coming down with a dreadful cold, days before the event. I felt despondent, like a failure before failing.

I even talked myself into attending but only walking through, rather than anything more strenuous. My mind wanted to participate, but my body screamed NO!

Pains all over, pain from my core.

I was too hot most of the time, I lay in bed, sweat upon sweat.

I drank lemon water all the time and hoped I would be cured instantly – I know, hope is a beautiful thing when you’re unwell.

I increased dosages of vitamin C supplements and oranges, I ate oranges daily.

I cried a few times, cried myself to sleep, cried in the shower and cried at the fact that I knew I needed to rest up and recover.

3 days away from the starting time, I contacted the event organisers advising I’m too ill to join. They didn’t care, only advised I’ll just have to withdraw from the run. With no refund permitted.

2 days away from my waves gathering at the starting line, I hide beneath my duvet and ‘hope’ that when I emerge, I’m fit and well enough to participate.

1 day away from the buzz and celebration with strangers, I confide in a friend that I won’t be able to join the run. I feel awful, and I’m sad.

On the morning of the race, I wept as the rain came down.

I hoped they would reschedule due to the wet weather – naive thinking I know, running in the rain is exhilarating and brave.

I cried a little more and drifted off to sleep…

Hours later, I woke up coughing, and my nose stuffier than before. My forehead was sweaty, and the rain outside was slowing down.

I sat up slowly and experienced slight dizziness. Took me a while but I made it into the kitchen and poured a glass of apple juice, added ice and sat down, sipping it.

I placed my glass down and rest my head upon my hands which felt clammy and weak. I stayed in that position for around 4 minutes, before returning to my bed.

I pulled the covers over my head and faded back into the land of nod.

Missed

Sometimes in life, you will encounter challenges, that require you to step down, step back or step aside. It’s essential that you listen to your body and you rest when you need to.

Yes, I felt awful over the weekend for missing out on participating, and I moaned and cried about the fact.

However, had I attended my cold would be far worse, and my recovery time would have increased drastically. There is also a high chance that I would have dropped out during the event.

Stay indoors wasn’t what I wanted to do, however, it was vital that I did. And I’m happy that I did.

Missing out an event when you need to, is perfectly alright to do. Don’t dwell over it like I did, as that doesn’t aid your recovery.

Today I’m feeling slightly better, I still have a cold, but it’s clear that’s fading away.

Remember, the most important person on your weight-loss journey is YOU!

Meaning YOU need to think about YOU and only YOU in any given situation.

Unique Fatso

#ChooseHealth

Negative Comments

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‘Don’t allow negative comments to hinder your progress.’ – Unique Fatso

It has taken me years to block out the negative comments from people!

My body is mine.

My appearance is mine.

Fat is mine.

Cellulite is mine.

Larger clothes, all mine.

However, people from all different circles, like to comment. Why?

So you don’t like how MY body looks – Then don’t look.

You hate my style of dress – show me the receipts you have, for the clothes you don’t buy for me.

I’m too fat for you – You aren’t carrying me around, are you?

Cellulite – I own that.

I’m not vying for your attention.

I don’t need your words. Please, remain silent.

I’m on a journey of weight loss, my personal journey. I’ve acknowledged that becoming fitter and healthier, is in my best interest to choose health.

However, it has taken me years to ignore the negative energy. All around me like vultures awaiting the right time to peck through my meaty thighs.

I don’t need to hear your squawking!

I’m focusing on me.

Get off my thighs and stop watching me.

My look repulses you? Why do you stare? Why do you stay?

GO AWAY! In silence.

Your voices, all around me, frequently I’m tired.

Negative comments are exhausting.

Why deplete your energy in such a way? Could you not help those in need?

Volunteering is a great place to start.

Keeps you fit and healthy and pumps negative energy out your heart.

I’m on MY weight-loss journey, your positivity is welcomed and appreciated. ‘If you don’t have anything good to say, don’t say it at all.’ In your heart you know you’re not conceited.

All I want to do is focus on my health and fitness.

I have endured negative comments for most of my life. They have pulled me down to Dante’s level and made my eating habits worse.

With each negative comment absorbed, I consumed more food.

I sunk into unhealthy eating and convinced myself I was never going to lose weight.

I gave up.

Days passed me.

Weeks bulked me up.

Months fattened me.

One day I thought enough is enough.

I started to make better choices and block out the constant abuse.

I’m trying to lose weight and be healthy. I’m trying to improve.

I don’t need trolling commentary or rudimental vocal tips.

When a person decides to make a change in their life, it is their choice. It’s hard enough trying to get through the 24hours in a day – without negative people floating around you.

No more will I plummet my energy into worrying about what others think.

I am who I am.

You have your own mind, and you may think what you think. There is no need to vocalise your thoughts on ME.

I don’t care about that.

To all those on their personal weight loss journeys, don’t allow negative comments to hinder your progress. You owe them no attention.

Be strong.

Remain focused.

Push through.

Remember why you started on your weight loss journey and embrace who you are right now.

You are a wonderful person, on route to your diet and fitness goals.

You will achieve them.

You will lose weight.

You will become healthier.

Believe in yourself.

You are Unique!

#UniqueFatso

Wholesome Vegan Curry by Unique Fatso

Photo by Unique

Ingredients

  • Onion
  • Mushrooms
  • Carrots
  • Garden peas
  • Potatoes
  • Vegan-friendly curry sauce
  • Sesame seeds

Method

  1. Peel, chop and rinse potatoes – add to pot of boiling water, with a pinch of pink Himalayan salt.
  2. Lightly saute onions and mushrooms in oil.
  3. Clean and slice the carrots – add to the pot.
  4. Once cooked through a bit, pour on Vegan-friendly curry sauce and stir.
  5. Add boiled potatoes to the pot of curry and stir.
  6. Sprinkle seeds on top

Enjoy!

Benefits

  • Use as many vegetables as you wish!
  • Wholesome plant-based meal.
  • You know what is inside.

Super Plant-based Soup

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Ingredients

  • Broccoli
  • Carrots
  • Red-lentils
  • Potatoes
  • Sesame Seeds
  • Dried noodles/spaghetti
  • Dumplings (Made with organic flour, a pinch of sugar & salt, mixed with soya milk)

Method – Apologies, I don’t measure or know. I simply follow my mind.

  1. Peel and chop potatoes and add to pot with water and a sprinkle of Pink Himalayan Sea-salt.
  2. Knead the dumplings – add to the pot.
  3. Clean the carrots and slice some and grate the rest – add to the pot.
  4. Break up the noodles – add to the pot
  5. Rinse the red-lentils thoroughly – add to the pot
  6. Grate a potato – add to the pot (Thickens the soup)
  7. Rinse, chop and add the broccoli just before the soup is ready.

Kick back and enjoy!

It’s wholesome.

Packed with wholefoods.

Healthy.

Plant-based.

Vegan-friendly.

Wholesome.

Great for work lunch.

I’m no Chef – I implore you to explore the world of plant-based meals.

Plant-based Pud!

Photo by Unique

Ingredients

  • Banana
  • Swedish Glace (soy-based ice-cream)
  • Brown Sugar
  • Syrup (optional)

Method

  1. Peel banana and place on into suitable oven dish.
  2. Drizzle syrup across banana.
  3. Sprinkle brown sugar on top.
  4. Bake in the oven.

Top Tips

You have control over the amount of sugar/syrup you use.

Plant-based ice-cream is healthier that one made with cows milk.

Enjoy!

Break Fast

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As I sleep, I’m indulgent in dreams of food and drink that keeps me in at the seams.

I want cakes, chocolate, ice-cream and pic ‘n’ mix. I want deep-fried chunky chips with gravy and plant-based cheese melting at the tips.

Homer and I are leaping, bunny hops into sugared dust. Homer and I are besties, especially with a cheese-filled crust.

SURPRISE! The chocolate inside, soon to be inside me.

SURPRISE! Unique SURPRISE! Today is eat all you can eat – say no to MEAT.

Let’s meet by the oven, our garlic bread is almost ready. They say its all Italian, like seitan meatballs and spaghetti.

Hurry up, hurry up, the food is getting cold! It’s okay, we adore banana oat-shake and our curves often fold.

‘Unique, Unique, where are you, my love?’

‘I lay bathing in chocolate, 100% vegan I’m told.’

‘But Unique, we need you to join us the time is now, and we’re ready.’

‘My love, I love food, and today I’m eating steadily.’

As I sleep I’m devouring a pint of apple juice with balls of ice. I’m thinking about pudding and hoping the pie is sweet and contains no spice. Ugh! I hate cinnamon, cinna-what? Cinna-wrong. My dreamscape is a nightmare, a nightmare and a song.

Oh, food glorious food, why do exist so?

I’m on a journey of weight loss and I’m thankful, you must know.

Wholefoods, whole grains, whole me and whole you. I’m immersed in the soft part of seeded toast, plant-based butter melted into.

Awake

I’m stirring porridge 40 grams and ½ cup of oat milk.

Awake, I sip a glass of lemon-infused water first thing with the morning sun.

Awake I run around the block, well I jog which is still a kind of run?

The wind cools my face, my neck and the top half of my chest. I run, and I’m free, I run, though I’m not fast.

I’m ahead, it’s only me running. My tears fall fast, and I know where I’m going.

Forward.

No breaks.

Fast.

Forward.

Together or solo – no more will I fear eating for my body requires minerals and vitamins through eating. Plant-based, plant-based my body loves green.

Full flavour and taste, everything clean and seen.

No hidden agenda, no ingredients I can’t pronounce. Wholegrain, whole foods are good for me, all meat I denounce.

BREAK, BREAK.

FAST, FAST.

We can do this!

I implore you to believe in yourself, I know you can trust this.

After a long day of working, thinking and planning. 15 hours or more, lunchbox prepping and packing.

Checking blogs about diets and fitness – one plan suit all? Not me, I forgive this.

Our bodies are different and in print we all witness!

We crave inspiration on matters we speak, we find inspiration via Google we seek.

Create self-motivation, unambiguous and pure.

Be at one with yourself, awake or asleep, at dinner, lunch, breakfast at break, and when you fast.

At sleep I’m indulgent in drink and food, I love binge eating dreams for my dreams prelude. #UniqueFatso

Vegetarian Curry by UniqueFatso

Ingredients

  • Mushrooms
  • Garden peas
  • Onion
  • Pepper
  • Carrots
  • Wild rice
  • Soya milk
  • Organic Flour
  • Linda McCartney vegan-friendly sausages
  • Sesame Seeds
  • Pataks Curry sauce

Into the saucepan: Carrots, red pepper, onion and mushrooms. All sliced and diced.

Into a pot: Wild rice, with a pinch of pink Himalayan sea salt.

Into a pot: Dumplings (made with soya milk)

Into the oven: Vegetarian (vegan friendly) sausages

End result = Delicious


#RandomRecipe

Last night I made up a random meal – I have no instructions. I chopped and tossed things into a saucepan and a couple of pots.

I’m no chef!

I never use any measurements, unless I’m baking – I just add to the cooking tool and hope for the best. I take peace in knowing that I use minimal salt, I don’t use cows milk, and 7/10 of my ingredients are whole foods. The rest are meat-free!

I always feel happy and unrestricted, too, as I know, my meal is healthy, and my body enjoys choosing health.

I hope you feel inspired to just take the plunge into the unknown, and cook freely. Enjoy eating clean, love eating green and most importantly, eat with NO REGRETS.

Preparing meals should be an enjoyable task, one should feel excellent for eating meals containing fruits and vegetables. Mother earth has many plant-based delights for all to taste and appreciate.

I remember preparing meals in the past, my main thought was ‘what meat shall I buy?’ and my second thought was, ‘chicken, I’ll buy chicken! That’s healthy.’ To satisfy my choice, I used to prepare a meat-based meal and add a vegetable or two, to it.

Back then, I hadn’t known how much I was damaging my body, my mind and my soul. Back then, I accepted the false facts that eating chicken is part of a healthy diet. It wasn’t back then, it isn’t right now, and it never will be.

I scoffed down buckets of chicken, alongside millions of others around our world. I loved the flavours that danced on my tongue and delighted my senses. I hadn’t realised it was the seasoning all along – the herbs and spices! They made the flavours, not the chicken, not any animal meat.

Many people around the world mock those who eat vegetarian/vegan based meals. However, the joke is on them, without herbs and spices which fall under plant-based living, your meat wouldn’t be so appetising.

I’m ecstatic about my choice to become vegetarian, I’m proud to consume plant-based milk, cheese and butter. I’m positive meat-eaters alike will be overjoyed once they switch to foods from our earth, rather than eating the remains of a life that once had a beating heart.

End of Me

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End of Me

For the past few months, I’ve been experiencing horrendous pain during menstruation. 

I knew that my diet at the time (meat-based.) Was a massive contribution to Monthly Menstruation Madness and Period Pains. Which was the main reason why I switched to a vegetarian/almost vegan, plant-based diet.

     That choice I made a couple of months ago, helped to subside the pain a fair amount. However, recently, I’ve felt pain in my lower abdomen and sought medical advice from my GP (General Practitioner.) 

A few clicks on her pc and the printer generates, she advised that I have endometriosis. In a cold, nonplussed manner – she barely looked at me, as she voiced ‘You should just get an IUD fitted, and if you don’t like it, you can take it out after six months.’

     I looked up at her and replied, ‘but I’m in my thirties now, and I want to have  children.’ She shrugged her shoulders and continued to type and retorted, ‘ its a piece of plastic.’ It’s a simple procedure. She stapled the freshly printed documents and slide them across to me. Intrauterine System from nhs.co.uk while stating, ‘You may struggle to conceive, or you may not be able to conceive at all.’

     That was the very second my heart broke into trillions of fleshy pieces, about a tenth of a zygote!

Dr (?) never cared that she crushed my dreams of motherhood, or that she inadvertently spurred on a sense of fear and isolation. She simply slid another batch of NHS printed paper my way Endometriosis and my eyes scanned their way down to a subheading: Age and Plans for Pregnancy

“Symptoms often improve during pregnancy. Also, the longer you have endometriosis, the greater the chance of reduced fertility. You may need to take this into account if you have plans for having children.” – NHS

Finally, she turned and faced me, I thought for a moment, she was finally ready to show empathy. Instead she rolled back on her chair a little and said, ‘I’ve referred you to a specialist, you’ll receive an appointment by post.’ She stood, walked over to the door and opened it. I scrambled about a little, just placing everything into my bag. I stared at her as I passed and then thought She is not concerned about your health and well-being.

 Upon returning home, I lay on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

It was a few hours later I woke up and just stared out of my bedroom window, at the sunlight warming my body. I held my stomach as that familiar dull ache, punched my lower abdomen in a desperate plea for me to acknowledge it. I thought about my dreams to become an amazing mother to three children. I thought about how I longed to master the art of baking apple-pie and to pass my recipe down to my legacy. Tears pushed through once more, and I allowed myself to just let go.

I’ve been trying to stay positive and await the appointment from the specialist.  However, I’ve slowly been rotating ‘acceptance’ on my mind, that I’ll never create babies. This isn’t me giving up on a huge part of what I want out of my life. This is me thinking rationally.

I will still continue my vegetarian/almost vegan diet.

I have begun to read up on foods that are good for reproduction. I understand that there is no cure for endometriosis, I accept that I’m not a scientist or even a nutritionist. That does not mean that I too, can’t search for a cure, albeit naturally. 

I aspire to improve on the frequent rounds of excruciating pain and discomfort I experience, during such times. I will continue to eat more plant-based, in the hopes that one day, I will have discovered a cure for the pain, if anything else.

I want others to take away from this post, that although aspects of life can be very disheartening. I want you to take away the motivation to continue on and to push through. 

“Remember, we are all human. Therefore, your contribution to discussions help and I implore you all to have conversations about things that knock you down. And equally, how you triumphed and became a stronger person” – Unique Fatso

A Lil Nibble

I used to drool in my mind, about the right time when I could try foods I know, in time will make me cry.


I had no reasons why! But I knew I wanted a lil nibble.
I told myself that a lil nibble makes no difference. My weight won’t change, it will stay the same; it will never change it will be OK!

Everything’s okay that’s what I used to say.
Sometimes I prayed at the time I prayed, a little nibble would instantly fade. In my mind I’d say, this is perfectly okay.


Atheist anyway, no belief in those prayers I made anyway.


I used to nibble like a squirrel, in the middle of a field. My mouth filled with grease and my eyes moistened with greed. I might have lied a lil, that nibble was a bite a considerable bite and a tickle. On my tongue, danced the heat the spice of this error.
I swallowed and ate more, to my utter delight and terror. A lil was really a lot, but that didn’t matter. A pound or ten up, I accept those nibbles made me fatter.

Twitter: @UniqueFatso

I’m now available on Twitter 🌱💚🌱 #FollowMe

I Believe in Myself

I believe in myself.

I trust our universe.

Our universe is plentiful.

I stand by my choices.

I know I’m loved.

I’m forever thankful. 💙

Neat Meat Easy Eats: Chickpea Chicken and Soy Meat!

‘I could NEVER give up meat!’

‘How can you live off vegetables?’

‘That’s what animals are there for, to eat!’ – Meat Eaters

Today marks 30 days since I made an ethical and healthy choice to refrain from eating meat.

Last night I tried cooking with meat alternatives courtesy of Veggie Kitchen (purchased from Farmfoods, United Kingdom.) The chicken pieces were made from chickpeas, and the meatballs were made from soy.

  • 100% Plant-based.
  • Suitable for Vegetarians & Vegans.
  • Healthier.

Those that make comments such as the above are giving the world deplorable excuses!

There will never be a good reason that anyone can give me, for the continued consumption of meat.

We are all accountable for the state of our Earth.

We are born.

We live.

We cease to exist. However, our legacy can be green, healthy and Earth-friendly.

Daunting Dinner Dilemmas

Dinner does not have to be daunting.

You do not need MEAT to EAT!

  • Eat green
  • Eat clean
  • Plant power

💚

Get The Strap

Right before my morning run, my 5-day old Fitbit strap crumbled right before
my eyes. The parts that you connect to hold the device in place.

I was quite annoyed and resorted to using sticky tape for me to complete my
run.

My run was stronger than previously, and my mind was more alert. Throughout
my day, I got those ‘judgemental’ looks from those who passed by my way.

I can mind-read – They were thinking, ‘why doesn’t she just buy a new strap?’

I did, 5 days ago. This is it.

I’m currently on my journey to weight loss, I’m not going to allow a faulty
strap to hinder my modern way, of recording steps. I don’t care how foolish I
look with sticky tape holding my FitBit together.

I’m on a challenging, exciting and adventurous journey.

Stay in your lane and mind your own business.

Bippity Boppity Boo!

Put them together and what have you got?

Delights of Mother Nature 🌱💚🌱

Meaty Misconceptions

  • Preface (What happened when I ate meat)

Several things occurred after I ate meat; stomach pains, chest pains, headaches, feeling sluggish, acne, bad period pains and a subconscious feeling that meat isn’t right for me.

I observed many times, what it feels like to live without meat, for a few days to a few weeks at a time. And I always felt great, after the first few initial days of going meat-free, I would feel a million times better. But I stupidly and repeatedly returned to feed my poor choices.

  • Giving up meat for good

The past two years, I’ve struggled immensely with giving up meat. But deep down I know that it’s what I’ve needed to do for a long time.

I hadn’t accepted that reality until recently. I visited my local-supermarket to purchase some plain flour. As I walked down the aisles, I saw rows upon rows of chicken, pork, lamb and beef. Stacked up upon one another. I thought about their lives out in the wild, enjoying the world with their peers and snuggling up to one another at the end of every day.

The gut feeling returned and screamed out at me, meat is BAD for you. Now, I must say, yes I’ve seen meat in the supermarket before. Only, at that particular moment, there was no denying it. There were no rose-tinted glasses, no amount of sugar to coat over it. At that very moment, I made a monumental change in my life, I gave up meat!

  • Fish Flailing behind

Prawns, I love prawns, and I know this part sounds quite hypocritical of the previous section. I believe giving up my consumption of prawns will be a more challenging feat. And I want you all to know that my way of blogging, is, to be honest, and accountable for my actions. Therefore, I’m not going to reach for a jar of muscovado sugar and sprinkle it over my text. I confess I’m going to find giving up eating fish a challenge. However, this won’t overshadow the fact that I’ve been meat-free for 18 days now.

  • Alien Feeling – Family thinking it’s abnormal

The battle started and ended in my head. I was raised to eat, meat and veg for almost every meal. Whenever I consciously opted to have veg only and no meat. My thoughts intervened and advised that ‘not eating meat is STUPID! Everyone eats meat.’

Meat is an excellent source of protein.

Meat makes you big and strong.

Chicken is healthy if you’re worried about eating meat. Eat chicken instead.

Family and friends always commented:

Are you sick?

Who doesn’t eat meat?

If you don’t eat meat, you’ll make yourself ill.

You’ll starve if you only eat vegetables.

Have just a bit of meat, you’ll feel much better afterwards.

In my head, that was only a fraction of the battle. Peer pressure was all around me, gnawing at my fingertips. Leaving traces of BBQ chicken, curry goat and roast lamb in their wake. The aroma was calling out to me, telling me everything will be okay.

Like I mentioned above, I used to give in. I used to gorge on plate upon plate of meat-based meals. For a moment, a very nano-sized moment, they brought a smile to my face. Once my meal was over, those negative thoughts plagued my mind, and the physical pain consumed me once more.

  • Almost dairy Free

Today, I can confidently say I’m happier, healthier and honest with myself.

I was once someone that drank the weight of my head in hot-chocolate, made with cows milk. Today, I’m a proud connoisseur of oat milk infused hot-chocolate. I have sunflower spread in my fridge. I use soya milk for when I fancy making dumplings and although, I still eat egg from time to time. I’m trying out egg alternatives for when I bake cakes.

Cows milk is for baby cows, plant-based milk is for the rest of us to consume and be merry.

  • Opportunities – Vegan Caribbean delights

I love Caribbean cusine and I’m excited about experiencing all the vegetarian/vegan delights that the islands have to teach me.

  • Our Universe

Although I’ve always felt connected to our universe, I feel even more connected since going meat-free.

I genuinely believe in our universe, our world and life here on earth. I trust that although I’m only one person, many others will follow and help to build a more healthier, greener and plentiful world. Where we all will eat from the roots of mother earth and accept the fruits and vegetables that she bares for us.

We all know that tomorrow is never guaranteed for any heart that beats. However, we can choose to leave a better Earth, for all those that follow after us.

Unique Fatso

In Other News

Update: My Monthly Menstruation

Last month I wrote about the horrible pains I had experienced during my period.

Last month I wrote about the horrible pains I had experienced during my period. And how I believed that the foods I was consuming, were causing the unbearable and consistent pains.

Well this month, my period arrived on the 29th of June.

Day 1: Mild period pains light flow, infrequent cramps.
Day 2: Mild period pains light flow. Cravings for rice, fried rice. (Never gave in, I ate porridge and crumpets.)
Day 3: Medium level period pain, I was craving fried rice with chicken. Ate boiled potatoes!
Day 4: Medium level period of pain, cramps were more frequent than day 3. I meditated a couple of times and done a few full-bodied stretches. And had vegan sausages!
Day 5: Medium level period pain, STRONG cravings for fried-rice. Had a hot bubble-bath, and ate fried plantain.
Day 6: Mild pain, barely noticeable at times. Snacked on vegan sausage rolls.
Day 7: Period? What period.

Each time I craved food that wasn’t healthy, I forced myself to eat something healthier or drink a large glass of water infused with a few drops of lemon juice.
Lemon water and fruits have been fantastic – I doubt anything will ever eliminate period pains. But removing meat from my diet, it has worked a treat.

I’m no expert and will never claim to be one. However, I do feel that meat has a detrimental impact on my body during menstruation. Therefore, going forward, I won’t be eating any meat during my period.
It felt so amazing that I didn’t have to go through those horrible pains. It felt great to drink lemon water and have clearer skin during that time of the month. Usually, my face is covered in spots, but this time, I had like two tiny ones.
I felt empowered that I didn’t give in to my cravings and that I was focused enough to meditate and to take a few minutes out to stretch.
Don’t get me wrong, there were moments I couldn’t sleep, and I was overheated but I persevered and YOU can too.

Gym Membership: Subscribe to a New Body

Years ago, I joined Virgin Active, after being mocked and teased about my body. I signed up to a membership that was priced around £45 pcm. I figured that if I attend at least three times a week £45/ 4 / 3 =£3.75 per session! And I compared that to a box of fried chicken and chips, which came at the cost of £3.60

I joined this fantastic gym, with fit members of staff and state of the art facilities, including but not limited to – a swimming pool! Classes were included in the membership, and every time you attend, you see staff they smile at you.

Disclaimer, your £45 pcm membership subscription to a state of the art gym, x by (let us guess) many, many members, equals a lot of profit.

Needless to say, I went initially for like a week or two, and that dwindled to once every other week. Eventually, I never attended at all…I wanted to leave, but I was tied into a 12-month contract.

Fast forward a few years, I joined Pure Gym and paid £15.99 pcm /4 /3 = £1.33 per session. I repeated the above, and although I had no contractual ties, I let my direct debit roll over and over, as I figured it’s less money and I kept on telling myself that eventually, I will visit the gym more. I never did…

Fast-forward: It has taken me many, many years to realise and accept that you have to honestly want to workout, for you to get that new body you desire. No amount of money you pay towards a gym membership is going to help you. Not even the state of the art facilities will support you – Not unless you are self-motivated and are ready to PUT IN THE WORK.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not for one second, implying that gym memberships are a terrible thing. They introduce you to new people, and you learn new things to enhance your own lifestyle. However, if you aren’t motivated to attend, you’ll waste your money just as I once did. And as many people still do, to this day. TO THIS DAY.

My opinion: Eat more fruits and vegetables, cut down on meat and start off with something you’ll enjoy, like Zumba or running. And if/when you sign up to a gym, I implore you to get your worth in money and commit to attending. #UniqueFatso

Couch to 5KM App

Recently I was browsing through the NHS website, reading up on advice for coughs. And found an article on getting fitter…this piece led to information on the Couch to 5 KM running app. It states that it helps you get running within nine weeks. I browsed through some of the many reviews, predominantly via Instagram and I was convinced to at least, ‘give it a try.’

Which is why I downloaded to my smartphone three weeks ago.

Week 1 Day 1
I got dressed up in my running attire, attached my reflectors to my arms and legs. (As it was 4:00 am) And then I stood on the inside of my home, for around 20 minutes. I was afraid.
I was worried about people seeing me, laughing at me and mocking a ‘fat girl running.’
I stood there and imagined many people, snarling at me from behind their window panes. I didn’t exit that day.

Week 1 Day 1 – Round 2
I repeated my actions from the previous try, got to my front door and forced myself to go.
Clicked start on the app and hesitantly walked up to a hill for the 5-minute duration of the warm-up. I looked around and didn’t see anyone around, better yet those that drove by didn’t seem to be paying any attention to me. *I accepted that watching the road, was a more decisive action

During the parts of the workout, that I had to ‘run’ it was the hardest 30-60 seconds of running, that I’ve ever had to do. I was thinking about quitting with every step I took. I was extremely grateful when instructed to walk for 2 minutes.
3800 steps later, I’ve completed my first session!

I arrive back home, and I’m sweating, I’m hot, and I’m happy.

Fast-forward
Tomorrow I begin Week 3 Day 1, of the Couch to 5 KM running app.

A few noticeable changes:

  • Each time I run, I feel less hungry – Although, I must emphasise it is important to eat.
  • When I’m out and about, feeling a bit peckish and happen to be walking past junk food outlets. I keep walking and don’t even feel tempted, as it would mean I’d be ruining the progress I’ve made so far.
  • I’ve lost 5lbs!
  • I’m able to meet my goal of 10,000 steps before mid-day *On those days.
  • I’m happier.

I believe that if I continue on this pathway, I will be a fluent runner! And I should hopefully be running by the time the 1/2 marathon arrives this October.

When in doubt, try it out!

Unique Fatso

The Story of Unique Fatso

Unique Fatso

*Disclaimer, this was written a while ago.

Foundation
I can’t remember how old I was exactly. But I know I was young.
A small booklet arrived with the daily post and was placed in the fruit-bowl by one of my family members. During breakfast, I picked it up and was looking through it, my stepfather entered and pulled on the corner of it. After turning a few pages, he said, ‘you see if I were a girl, I would aspire to be a size 10.’ He then pushed it back toward me and walked away laughing.
I closed the brochure and left the kitchen, heading upstairs to cry. I was never a fat child, I was a part of the sprint team, netball, and running and even swimming. But that moment was to change my life forever.
I remember sitting in my cupboard and placing the earphones in my ears, skipping to track 10 of Rainbow by Mariah Carey and playing it over and over again. ‘…still, I cry, I cry, I cry…’ And that’s all I did, was cry. Not for the true meaning of the song but because my stepfather had just killed any confidence I had.

From then onwards, more and more comments came along and more, and more people joined in:
‘Sorry, I can’t stop staring at your ass, it’s so big.’ – Cousin
‘Look how big your thighs are, ha-ha they’re huge.’ – Aunt (Mother of a cousin)
‘Don’t you think you should join a gym, you look like Fatso from Casper.’ – Grandmother
‘You should stick to salad.’ – Grandmother.
‘Can’t you see how fat you’re getting, you look disgusting.’ – Grandmother

I began to eat more food. I stopped running, swimming, and I tried my best to avoid family gatherings. One of which was my Grandmothers birthday. It was held at a Chinese buffet restaurant. I was so ashamed of my body image that I wore; very long and extra wide black trousers, oversized black t-shirt and a long black cardigan. (Surely, weight gain was gradual but visible.) My Grandmother arrived in a short white dress that had a fluffy rabbits tale on the rear and the Playboy bunny logo on the side. To complement her dress, she wore glass slippers, that had feathers on the toe and white feathered bow around her neck. As she walked past everyone, she paused and said to me, ‘what? Are you jealous?’ I turned my head and continued to eat my broccoli and Chinese chicken curry.

Scenarios similar to that one continued, and for many years, I was forced to endure this. I often wished I could find a large amount of money and have surgery. I longed for one of these people to compliment me. I stopped going out with friends, I stopped making new friends. I found refuge in the thriller section of the school library. With a few bottles of fizzy pop (soda,) bags of sweets, packets of chocolates and often a muffin or two.
Key members of my family made me feel irrelevant. I often dreamt of a life without me being here. I often dreamt of having a stepfather that supported me like his own, a grandmother that loved me for an extended family that didn’t have an invested interest in my waistline and me.
Infrequently, I would vividly dream about my own death. How they would celebrate at my funeral with ample amounts of food and drink. Irony.

Cement
Because of the negative connotations surrounding my body, I had no confidence. Whenever people visited the house, I raced upstairs to my bedroom. During the summer, I avoided going outside…unless I had to.
Because of this mental abuse (which is precisely what it was), I grew up believing that I would never love or be loved. I grew up with a belief embedded in my mind that I was indeed ugly and unlovable.

Point
As a child growing up surrounded by key members in your life, many are telling you that you’re fat and ugly. It is tough to differentiate what is the reality and what is their deluded viewpoint. As a teenager, I struggled immensely when boys showed even the slightest bit of interest, I walked away. I became a recluse, spent endless hours upon hours just daydreaming about a new life, a new body, a new look, a whole new family – well, stepfather, cousins, aunties, uncles, and Grandmother. Not much, I guess.

Today, I no longer speak to those members of my family. The last time I saw my Grandmother was last year on her birthday. She called out to me, I looked at her and continued on my way. I can’t bring myself talk to her anymore, and now that I’m older, I simply don’t have to.
Everyone should realise that abuse isn’t just of a physical nature. Mental abuse cuts just as deep, and the blows can leave an individual unconscious for a lifetime.
Fortunately, I woke up.

Unique Fatso

Period Pains

During my most recent period, the pain that accompanied it was unbearable for around 48 hours.

I experience pain during menstruation every month – however, this month it felt like someone had a set of diamond pincers. Pinching into my lower-abdomen every few minutes. I popped loads of pain-killers: paracetamol and ibuprofen. I used a hot-water bottle, and I gave in to all my cravings.

Which upon reflection, feeding my cravings could have heightened the pain? Or that could be me over-speculating. I cried myself to sleep a few times as I’ve never experienced pains on that scale before.

What do you do to combat period pains?

Do you feel it gets worse/better with age?

Any tips and tricks to help sooth the pain?

UniqueFatso

Monthly Madness: Munchies During Menstruation.

Each month, on time my period arrives and with it’s delivery comes cravings. They’re expected in the sense that I’ll have them but exactly what I’ll crave is always a surprise.

This month has been difficult, as I’ve had a mixture of cravings and they’ve gone from one extreme to the next.

  • Jerk Chicken
  • Cucumbers
  • Apple Juice
  • Granola
  • Chocolate brownies and custard

And when I first had a portion of jerk-chicken I felt like it had been all I had needed. I then went back for another piece and a further. I wasn’t even hungry after the first piece but I felt the urge to feed my cravings and for a moment in time it made me happy.

My desire to consume cucumber with everything felt fine at first. But while devouring a jar of granola (with yogurt.) I began to reflect upon my monthly cravings and what feeding into them means for my healthy eating habits…Simply put: I spend 3 weeks eating well and getting in with some training. Then my period arrives, and all my efforts are flooded by my period.

I wondered why they’re so strong and thought about what I could do going forward to suppress and eradicate them.

For my next period, I’m going to try and meditate through cravings when I’m able to. Through growing up and learning various things from different women, I’ve just accepted that whenever you crave something to ‘treat yourself.’
But at what cost? Additional weight, unnecessary calories and the depletion of my health – Through consuming excessive foods that I don’t need!

It’s simply not worth it.

Bring on the battle of cravings in a few weeks. I’ll be sure to share the outcome with you.

UniqueFatso

Family, Friends & Foxes

Family

I’ve had cousins, aunts, uncles and even grandparents – Disrespect me by mocking my looks and my weight. I’ve grown up being told that I should look a certain way. Skinny, Skinner and oh yeah! skinny!

Friends

The cools kids liked me for being strong and able to fight those who tried me.

But they always commented on my weight. All the time, everyday! It was always there. Commentary in motion. It’s almost as if my life is a form of Big Brother.

Foxes

Smiling assassins, they smile at me daily, offer me cups of tea. Tell me I look amazing and then snarl when I bite into a biscuit that good ol’ Ms Jackson baked last night.

About Sprouts

For reasons unbeknown factually to me, Brussels-sprouts are widely seen as a staple of Christmas dinner.

However, during a visit to Marks & Spencer last week, I came across loose sprouts. They were huge, green and seductive with inviting me in to buy them. I filled a bag, completed the rest of my basket-filling escapade;

  • Carrots
  • Chicken breasts
  • Onions
  • Tomatoes
  • Lettuce
  • Cucumber
  • Moroccan Styled Hummus
  • Pitta Bread
  • Beetroot wraps
  • Grated Cheese

Went home and tasted the hummus for the first time, they were beautiful… The next day, I examined my fridge and wondered what could I have these sprouts with? My head, kept thinking buy a whole chicken and make a Sunday roast. But my heart said just add them to anything you have for dinner.

So I did.

  • Pan fried chicken breasts, with sesame seeds and SPROUTS
  • Curry chicken, beetroot wraps and SPROUTS.
  • Pitta Bread Pizzas, with SPROUTS.

My suggestion is, when in doubt try something new out. Don’t avoid a vegetable, just because its known as a Christmas ‘thing.’ Buy them and enjoy!

#UniqueFatso

Mind.

Yoga FLAME/SHAME(?) nah.

Yesterday, I attended my first yoga-class. (First in about 10 years.) the teacher said we were not allowed to drink any water during. I wasn’t happy about that and considered walking out. But I stayed and breathed on.

Before starting, I asked the yoga teacher if it is aimed at ‘beginners?’ He said, ‘anyone can attend.’

Anyway, at one point the downward dog pose, was proving to be quite difficult for me to do and hold. My hands were tired from effectively holding up my own weight. I tried everything and to my surprise, just before the end. I had managed to roll back up onto my shoulders and hold myself up. I do recall being able to do this years ago. Only now it was very different. I could feel my body weight bearing down on my hands. My fingers pressed deep into the fat around my lower back. Actually felt very soft, fat but ridiculously soft. After around 5 seconds, I became conscious of the fact, that the teacher and fellow learners are probably looking over in disgust! So I rolled myself down, back into the initial seating position.

My eyes dart up to the mirror ahead and check out everyone around me. Not one eye caught mine, because they were all still trying to master the pose.

For the first time ever, I felt a sense of achievement and happiness consumed me. I was proud that I was able to master the pose and enjoy it for a mere 5 seconds, and that my paranoia was wrong. People don’t care that you’re a fatso doing yoga – they appreciate you making an effort and taking a step into becoming a healthier person!

When in doubt, try a class out!

Try

Do you ever wish you had tried something earlier?

Often I fear change and avoid it where possible.

However, I recently came across red/lentil penne pasta, during a recent visit to @MarksAndSpencer yesterday, I made some and it was delicious. During my meal, I thought about all those opportunities I’ve passed up: events I’ve missed, foods I’ve said no to and experiences I’ve hidden away from. Due to my weight and how I look and feel.

Who said the next second in my life is promised?

Tea Time with Pukka

Late last night, I made a mug of Pukka Tea, #PukkaCleanse to be exact.

After consuming a large portion of battered chips 😔I felt a combination of sadness, disappointment and the need to fix it.

The taste (for me) was awful. But I downed it, I finished to whole cup. It’s goodness that will no doubt, have me glowing from within.

I can’t expect to do everything I enjoy and accomplish new results. Therefore, if it means gulping down a cup of horrid tea – I’ll do it! And I’ll keep doing it.

Different action, better results!

I’m not telling you to do things you hate. I’m saying, that just because I love eating chips – doesn’t mean I’m going to get fitter and healthier by eating them. The tea was vile for me. But I know that it’s better that a bag of chips any day and everyday!

Kale Juice & Floradix

I’m a big advocate of kale juice. I suffer with iron deficient anaemia. My GP has advised me to take iron tablets.

My nails were brittle and kept breaking. And I also experienced hair loss.

The issue with those, is that they give me side affects such as; headaches, loss of taste, chest pains. So earlier on in the year of 2018, I decided to ditch the man made synthetic iron. And sought plant based alternatives.

I found Floradix! Which has been an absolute delight. As after a few days of taking this iron supplement, you begin to feel and notice the difference.

Alongside this, I consume the odd glass of a kale smoothie. You can purchase smoothie packs from Marks & Spencer all you need to do is add 150ml of apple juice not from

Concentrate. Not the brown apple juice, but pressed apple juice. I usually purchase it from Tesco x2 bottles for £2 the juice is green in colour.

Kale smoothies make me feel amazing on the inside and improves my external appearance. My skin glows, nails are shiny and stronger than usual. And my hair is slowly but surely benefitting from the changes I’ve made.

My advice: if your health is suffering in any way, shape or form. Don’t keep repeating the cycle. Go out there and find a plant based alternative and make a change. Many individuals have shared their experiences with the changes they’ve made and I’ve yet to find a negative one.

Educate yourself and explore what else the world has to offer.

A few years ago, I hadn’t even heard about kale or Floradix. Now they’re a part of my life and providing me with a much more positive life experience.

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