When Overnight Oats Become All-day Oats

Getting my breakfast out to finish my breakfast at 18:14

It has occurred to me fairly recently that something which I really want/need to develop as I try to manage my disordered eating is a sense of regularity and routine. At different times throughout my life I’ve had different patterns, but one thing that’s always been a struggle is eating in the morning. Feeling stress and anxiety upon awaking can definitely contribute to me not eating, as well as a pervading sense that I have something far more urgent to do, like go to a lecture, or write an essay, or get to work on time. Any excuse, really, but the reason is often linked to the idea that ‘I don’t have time’.

Perhaps this is because I have poor time management skills. Actually, no, I definitely have poor time management skills. I leave all my university reading til the last possible moment – cue me today eating my lunch at 13:45, trying to finish the required reading for my seminar at 2pm. This habit of leaving things till the last possible moment seems to translate in to my diet as well. For a long time when my feelings towards my body shape were more violent, I forced myself to delay my eating for as long as I could stand it. These days, quite a few years into practicing the rituals and techniques of restriction that I developed for myself when I viciously hated my body, I find myself in a strange position where mentally I want to restore my diet and body to health, and yet in action I often make many of the same choices I made when I was actively restricting, in a king of strange, unconscious, habitual manner. I’m not sure if I would even notice it if it weren’t for my boyfriend having to ask me the question “Do you think you might want to have something to eat soon?” many mornings in a row.

To try and combat the issues this irrational thinking creates and give myself no excuse not to have breakfast, I’ve recently taken to making overnight oats. The main reason is that I can easily take these with me in a lunchbox if I can’t make myself eat it before leaving the house. It’s literally no effort, so time isn’t an excuse.

Today I had lunch at about 1pm: 3/4 of a basil and tomato pasta salad. I started to eat the oats before a seminar, but after 2 spoonfuls the professor came in, so I put them away and forgot about them. I finally finished them this evening, just after 6pm.

I feel like I should’ve eaten my full breakfast and lunch by 2pm, not at 18:15. Now I’m obviously no expert on regulated eating (duh) but I feel like breakfast at around 8-10am, lunch at maybe 12-2pm and dinner at 6-7ish sounds about right. Maybe a little earlier, maybe a bit later, and fairly flexible within those hours. So yes, it seems I am aware of around about when you’re supposed to feed yourself throughout the day. And I supposedly want to be doing this properly. Yet still, in the moment where I should be thinking ‘oh, it’s, 9:30am, I should probably have breakfast now’, I’m thinking ‘ I have uni at 12, here’s a list of every single thing I need to do before then in order to get ready for the lecture, except eat.’

I think part of this is that I’m really good at ignoring hunger cues – so good, in fact, that I don’t even realise I’m doing it. Either that, or I have affected my ability to properly feel hungry by the mild abuse of my digestive system in the form of restriction. Whatever the cause, it seems that either I’m not listening to, or simply not hearing, the call which tells the average human that now it’s lunch time, and now a few hours later it’s dinner, and now even more hours later it’s breakfast. I seem to hear a panicked voice say “shit, it’s 10pm and I haven’t had dinner, what can I whip up out of a cupboard of dried ingredients that need soaking and a piece of ginger?”

The truth is, I have to get organised. And since I’m disorganised in every aspect of my life – my room fluctuates between being pristine and submerged in discarded belongings, my sleeping pattern hasn’t been regular since I was a toddler, etc etc – this is going to be very difficult. And I think it has to be a holistic, slow, “it’s a process” type change. But the impatient perfectionist in me that has become used to instant gratification is not so thrilled by this concept. I’d like to start getting up earlier, eating earlier, and going to bed earlier, rinse and repeat, but I’ve fantasised about that since I was about 15 and never been able to enforce it.

All in all I’m not really sure what the point of me writing this was. I suppose I just wanted to air some thoughts, seeing as I haven’t written a post in months. Articulating these thoughts should, in theory, help me track/document/chart my progress or journey in the long run. But it’s also quite cathartic during the writing process too, so I suppose the point of this post was really to get me writing, and thus processing, again. Thanks for reading, if you got this far through these neurotic ramblings.

The Importance of Reaching Out

I have learnt something amazing in the last few weeks since I wrote my last blog post and decided to share it on my personal Facebook. I didn’t share it straight away – I didn’t have the confidence – but when I eventually decided I had nothing to lose something unexpected happened. People from various different stages of my life – secondary school friends, university friends, random acquaintances I’d met once or twice and even people I’ve not met – began to fill my inbox with the most caring, supportive and helpful messages. Some shared their own similar stories, some offered a hand to hold should I ever need it, and many people praised me for my openness and honesty about something which I have kept very private for so long.

When I pressed the “post” button, I was filled with dread, thinking that my friends list would see the words I’d written as attention seeking, an overreaction, or pathetic whining. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I keep learning over and over again that the section of my psyche that causes me to perceive my physical appearance and my worth so wildly inaccurately also warps my perception of more subtle aspects of myself. Although I am training myself to interrupt the thoughts of self-doubt and shut them down before they establish themselves as “truth”, learning how to recognise which ones are not true is a tricky process.

What I have learnt is that when you reach out, other people will help you in this process in ways I never imagined they could. Some will do this by reassuring you that you’re not all of the things that your mental illness, in my case my eating disorder, will try and force you to believe. This reassurance is a great comfort and made me feel loved, appreciated, and worthy, which of course are all very nice things to feel.

There is something even more effective than praise and reassurance, however. Something which I was not ready to open myself up to for the entirety of my “struggle”, until this year. When you live alone with your mental illness, refusing to open up to anyone about it, it becomes easier and easier for the destructive thoughts to delude you, convincing your impressionable, vulnerable mind that they are worthy of taking up space within it. On the other hand, when your friends know about the defective aspect of your brain, they can actively identify your mistaken thoughts and, to put it bluntly, call them out on their bullshit.

For example, my ultra-caring boyfriend, who has had this part in weeding out my starvation-mode thoughts since I told him about them, has recently altered his approach. I was being stubborn, I didn’t want to eat before we went out, and after a few of his attempts to change my mind, I snapped at him “I’ve gone without food for (x amount) of days, I’m pretty sure I can handle another hour.” He replied “that wasn’t you talking there, was it?”. The way that he gave me no choice but to acknowledge that I was experiencing disordered thoughts was, while uncomfortable, extremely effective. Like a dog with its tail between its legs, I gingerly made my way back into the kitchen and had a bowl of cereal.

Now that I am honest with him, I have a boyfriend who supports me, argues with my disorder, and encourages me every day to give myself the nourishment that I deserve. Not only this, but after making it public that I have this problem, I have real life friends,  Facebook friends, instagram followers, and other online support who check up on me  and are there for me when I need them, and when I think I don’t (thank you Joanne, especially, if you read this!).

The point of this post is that I would never have received this abundance of help and experienced such an increase in my support network had I not made the awkward decision of publicising my mental health problems. It is scary, it goes against the isolation that so many mental health problems force their sufferers/survivors into, and it gives you no choice but to face your reality – you can’t hide it anymore or ignore it when you’ve told everybody. But the benefits that I have reaped from being truthful about my issues surpasses any initial minor anxiety I had about others knowing that I’m wired differently upstairs.

Noone has treated me any less kindly than they did before they knew the specifics about my mental health. Noone has bullied, shamed, or mocked me for it. Noone has tried to tell me it is a weakness. All that has changed is that now people know I need encouraging sometimes, and so I have received encouragement. It really has been that simple.

I would like to take a moment to thank everybody who has been there for me throughout this journey of learning to stand up to my own misprogrammed thought processes. If it weren’t for the care and support of my family, friends and my partner, I would be a lot further away from self-awareness and health, both mental and physical. I would also like to wholeheartedly encourage anybody who reads this and is struggling, to REACH OUT. It could be to your parents, a mentor at school, a friend, or if you think “f*** it” the way I eventually did, your entire Facebook and Instagram friends lists. And if you don’t want to talk to someone you know, you can talk to me – just please don’t suffer in silence.

Contact:

email – eve.michell@googlemail.com
instagram – evelloydeats or evemichelley
twitter – evemichelley

Feel free to reach me on the above accounts if you need support.

Love,

Eve xxx

 

Why I Really Made a Food Blog

Hello there, me again. It’s been a few weeks!

To tell the truth I have been avoiding this blog. Why? Because there’s a lot more that needs to be said than simply “This vegan option is really nice!” and “This recipe was great!”

I started this blog earlier this year to give myself another platform to express some truths about myself and my experience of things which, though important, are probably not things that I ought to drivel on about on my personal social media accounts. For many people Facebook, Instagram and Twitter etc are for memes and pictures of cats, rather than for people like me to be openly mental/Not Ok on them.

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Since I was around 12 years old I’ve struggled with a very awkward relationship with food. I’d grown up being a short, skinny child and to top it off, I was also born with a bone deformity called Pectus Excavatum which made parts of my skeleton very visible. I was a bony kid and I was used to it. Below is a picture of the deformity I grew up with.

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Image from: http://www.pectusforum.com/en/pectus-excavatum.html

Obviously, as a girl, I didn’t stay this bony child forever and at around 12 I naturally gained weight as my body prepared itself for adulthood. A part of my brain, or my mind, or whatever, went into panic mode at this point and decided that this weight gain was something I had to counteract at all costs.

I managed to keep my habits undercover – never finishing a meal and letting my Dad have my leftovers was a winner for me, as I knew I could rely on him to empty my plate. Spending half of my dinner money and keeping the rest for another day. “Filling myself up” with 2 packets of crisps and a glass of water instead of lunch.

I managed to stay under the radar for most of my life. Since I had always been underweight, I never really experienced a big drop in how much I weighed, and I didn’t behave in a way which caused any suspicion.

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This changed when I went to my first University.  I was sexually assaulted in Freshers Week, before uni started, and had a quiet, practically invisible meltdown, began abusing substances that suppressed my appetite and almost completely stopped eating. There was a louder, more visible breakdown later, but that’s a story for a different post. It wasn’t until I spoke to someone from home that I even accepted that I had been assaulted; I had been blaming it on myself and dealing with the fallout of my mistakes by picking up these destructive coping mechanisms.

A few weeks after the conversation with my friend, and after some coaxing, I decided to go to a CBT therapist and get myself together. This was short lived, but I did come out with a few nice little labels which branded me as Not Normal. Wooo!

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You would think this could be a turning point for me, and a solid starting point to make progress from. But when I got my diagnoses, my therapist told me (in the kindest way possible) that my BMI wasn’t low enough for me to have full-blown, real anorexia. Instead I had this “Other specified feeding or eating disorder” which, as a requirement, meant I wasn’t quite skinny enough for Actual Anorexia. My ED accepted that as a challenge.

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Now at 21, almost 2 and a half years later, I am ashamed to say my BMI is 17.1. I am at least half a stone underweight, and only half a pound more than my all time lowest weight, which I hit in December 2017. And yet I’ve considered myself as “in recovery” since this years’ New Years Day, when I made a resolution to get over my eating disorder.

In nearly 7 months I’ve managed to put on a grand total of half a pound. The conclusions I am drawing from this are:

  1. I need to put on weight as much as I thought I did on January 1st
  2. I may need some form of help to do this
  3. Whatever I’ve been doing for the past 7 months has not worked

In a roundabout way, this post is an acknowledgement that I have a problem I am trying to solve, and this blog is going to help me do that, I hope. This isn’t simply a “vegan blog” or a “food blog”, as I presented it when I started out. This must also be a mental health blog, because, for me at least, food and mental health are intrinsically linked. What I eat has a direct correlation with the state of my mental health, which clearly hasn’t been on top form over the last few years.

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When I made this blog, I shied away from making it an open and honest reflection of myself and my relationship with food, yet I was – and still am – sure that a food blog is something that could help me. Perhaps if I use it as a tool to share my journey, record my mistakes and my achievements, and connect with other people who are trying their best to recover from something (which we all are, really) then I might reach my goals a little faster than I have so far.

Hopefully if I keep myself as engaged with recovery and weight gain as possible then one day I will be as Zen, healed and at peace as I’m pretending to be here.

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Peace n love,

Eve xxx

Kitch Cafe – Restaurant Review

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Today I went out for lunch with my friend Leah in a cafe overlooking Canterbury highstreet on possibly its busiest day so far this year. I was very glad to separate myself from the heaving crowds and sit down to choose my lunch. Naturally I’d pored over the menu before I got there, but I still took at least 10 minutes to make up my mind.

After a great deal of deliberation I chose the Hot & Spicy Cacao, which was spiced with cinnamon, ginger, and cayenne. I expected it to be much hotter as I know from experience of cooking with cayenne that it only takes a tiny pinch to go from mild to extreme fiery spiciness, but surprisingly it was very mild – the sweetness introduced by the maple syrup overpowered the spice somewhat. I’d definitely order again, but I think I’d called it “spiced” over “spicy”.

 

 

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look at that froth

 

For my actual lunch I contemplated pretty much every vegan option on the menu, which includes both vegan options and substitutions which can be made to vegetarian dishes. Yay, variety! I went for the Supergreen Sandwich, which comes with either the Supergreen Salad or the Soup of the Day. I went for a salad – hot thick soup on a very warm day is not particularly appealing to me, at least not for lunch!

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The sandwich was so fresh and healthy, and the salty richness of the sun-dried tomato pesto has opened me up to a whole new world of pesto possibilities… I’m definitely going to have a go at making it soon. The side of salad was refreshing and the courgettes were cooked to perfection (according to my preferences which refuse to include squishy, soggy courgettes). I also really enjoyed the crunch of the flaked almonds which brought a whole new dimension to the texture of the sandwich.

The only amendment I would have made to my meal concerns the sourdough bread. While the flavour was everything a sourdough should be –  wholesome and delicious –  it was a tad difficult to chew and left my jaws in need of a rest half way through.  That doesn’t mean much though, as I still finished the whole thing and would probably have eaten another right after if I had the space for it!

Rating: 8/10

I’ll definitely be going back to try more of their vegan options soon!

Almond and Peanut Butter Cookies by Blissfully Basil – RECIPE REVIEW

Those with a sweet-tooth who have renounced dairy will at some point come to the inevitable problem: how will I bake?! In fact, I remember when I was 17 and first considering making the commitment to eating a cruelty-free diet, my then-boyfriend considered the idea ridiculous. I specifically remember him asking, with a horrified look on his face, “what about baked goods?!” Substitutes were simply not an option for him – for those who are more traditional, butter and eggs hold great importance in the field of baking.

Fast forward 4 years and I’m happily vegan and rid of the miserable male who ridiculed my dietary choices. Double win! However, I realised recently that I hardly ever bake. Well, that obviously had to change…

 

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offering a plate of cookies to my partner Adam… at about 2am

 

Being pretty much a novice to vegan baking, I naturally  had a browse of as many recipes as I could find (which consisted mainly of the ingredients I already had in my cupboard…) The decision I came to?  Peanut butter cookies. But wait! Even better! I found a recipe for almond and peanut butter cookies. And I had both in my cupboard! Amazing.

This particular recipe was written by Ashley, the owner of a blog, which is actually new to me, called Blissful Basil. It can be found here: https://www.blissfulbasil.com/soft-and-tender-peanut-butter-cookies-vegan-and-gluten-free/

While I don’t have a gluten intolerance, I opted for gluten-free flour. Aside from seeming a little more crumbly before they had fully cooled, this hardly made a difference. Rather the opposite, actually – I tried the recipe again a few days later with plain flour and preferred the previous batch!

The recipe was very easy to follow – the instructions are clear and simple, as they should be. The only problem I came across was the cooking time. The directions advised 8-10 minutes in the oven, however my cookies were still very soft at this point and didn’t quite look ready. I left them for another 3-5 minutes and found they were much better after this.

I’m sure I’ve rambled about them enough by now, so how did they look? These are my results from trying this recipe. My housemates were very happy with them, so I think they were an all-round success!

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Recipe rating: 8.5/10

Recipe source: https://www.blissfulbasil.com/

Vegan food at YO! Sushi – review

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YO! Sushi has been one of my restaurants of choice for a while now, particularly since their vegan menu expanded. Seeing a new vegan option (or more!) is one of the best feelings, and it definitely influences my opinions on a brand, restaurant or chain.

It generally takes a lot for me to visit somewhere more than once a month – my very erratic tastes and desire for variety often come in the way of becoming a regular customer. YO! Sushi is so good that I’ve been twice in the last two weeks.

Being a student, the Blue Monday offer where 45 of the dishes are only £2.90(?!) very much attracted my attention and allowed me to justify to myself yet another meal out…

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Last night I went with Adam to celebrate him handing his last assignment in. Woohoo! I tried the new Spicy Cauliflower which, in my opinion, stole the show. The crispy coating was just the right amount of salty, the spice didn’t leave my eyes watering and my throat cursing me for choosing sadistically painful menu items, and the texture of the actual caulifower inside was perfect.

I rarely cook with or choose cauliflower, but this dish has forced me to take a step back and re-evaulate my childish mistakes. The idea of liking cauliflower was pretty much ruined for me the times I was cursed with lukewarm, squishy, watery mouthfuls of it, but the crunch and freshness to this dish has totally changed my opinion on the poor, pale vegetable.

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The next dish I ordered was one I’d had before but which in my usual tradition of refusing to double-order, I had neglected for at least a year. This was the Pumpkin Katsu Curry. Another winner for me, although not quite as satisfying as the Tofu Curry Katsu, however that’s just down to my obscene tofu obsession.

The curry sauce is warming and slightly hot, and provides a nice contrast with the sweet, soft pumpkin inside crispy panko breadcrumbs. The only flaw I could add is that unlike the Tofu Katsu Curry, which comes with 3 pieces of tofu, this dish falls slightly short with only 2 pumpkin pieces, which left me slightly unsatisfied (and with a lot of plain rice).

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The last picture of this post is from last Monday, when I was in the midst of trudging through a significantly horrifying amount of assignments, I decided the best way to deal with it was to go to Bluewater and visit YO! Sushi with a friend and ignore the assignments entirely.

This time I had the new Edamame and Spinach Gyoza. As with the other two dishes, they were delightfully crispy. I think crispiness might be a key to pleasing my tastebuds. I’ll have to keep that in mind. Anyway, the gyozas were green, yummy, and £2.90, so an all-round winner for me.