Thoughts on the non-foodie things that nourish us

Pruv 6 month programme

It’s amazing how easy it is to delude yourself. I have always thought of myself as a pretty healthy person and was completely taken by surprise when I pitched up in my fifties with a number of nasty little health issues.  Looking back now, there was nothing surprising about it at all, but if I had known earlier what I know now, I would not have been in that position in the first place.
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With thanks to the glorious Eco Warrior Princess for the bedrock of what’s below and the inspiration to share it, here is a simple list of the sort of positive choices you can make every day. There are (around about) 100 ideas here and they’re all good food for thought.  I confess that I can’t manage all of these things, but each one is a step in the right direction, and it’s always good to have something to aim for!
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Two years ago when I started to find out about how not to be unhappy and unhealthy, I didn’t know that I was at the beginning of something exciting.
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Have you felt like making your own homemade salves, balms and insect repellents from scratch? I always thought it would be great to have something soothing and/or protective in the cupboard that contains nothing but good stuff, but worried that it would be too complicated to go in for homemade salves and balms.  Not at all, it’s as easy as pie, and here are the recipes to prove it.
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In most ancient traditions from all over the world some sort of a de-tox over the spring equinox is expected and in my own culture abstinence (traditionally giving up eggs, fat and milk) in the 40 days that run up to Good Friday used to be the norm.  So, partly out of respect for all these traditions, and partly because I needed it, just over forty days ago I gave up wheat, sugar, dairy and coffee for Lent. At the time it seemed a very tall order and I really wondered whether I could survive the challenge.  I have known for some time that wheat is really not my friend, but allowed myself to be woefully tempted over Christmas and it was actually the resulting and pervading sense of systemic grottiness that prompted my Lenten abstention.
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