I’ve seen my future and (I hope) it looks like Leo

Posted on November 24th, 2015

Lately I’ve been reassessing what matters to me. Like really looking at things fully, and prepared to “put a bomb” under things. This happens for me every few years.

Jo sent me this video, randomly. And it arrived with impeccable timing.

I’ve no idea who Leo is but what about these synchronicities (here’s my theory on synchronicity).

Leo wears the one pair of green shorts. Me too. (Although he has seven pairs; I have one.)

Leo wears the same outfit every single day. I almost do. (I’m back to living out of one suitcase again).  Read more

Why I’ve produced my own gelatin powder

Posted on November 23rd, 2015

Good morning friends. This post serves two purposes.

  1. To announce that, yes, I’ve produced an I Quit Sugar gelatin powder – my Gut Lovin’ Gelatin. And you can buy it now.
  1. To explain why I’ve done so, in the context of my vocal aversion to the practice of contributing to More Stuff on The Planet. (Flick straight to the orange highlighted bits below!)
I Quit Sugar Gut Lovin' Gelatin

I Quit Sugar Gut Lovin’ Gelatin

What is Gut Lovin’ Gelatin?

It’s a pure natural collagen powder made from beef bones and connective tissue that is the biggest, most nutritious boon in town for healing the gut. It’s used to make jelly, fruit gummy snacks, pannacotta and a stack of kid-friendly snacks.

Unlike other versions on the market, this one has been painstakingly crafted such that it’s:

  • 100 per cent natural
  • Produced from pasture-raised cows
  • Made in Australia
  • Made with ethically and sustainably raised beef
  • Lactose free
  • Housed in responsible packaging
My gelatin gummies, in I Quit Sugar: Simplicious. Photo by Rob Palmer.

My gelatin gummies, in I Quit Sugar: Simplicious. Photo by Rob Palmer.

What’s the deal with gelatin powder?

About a year ago I stumbled upon gelatin powder in my relentless quest to heal my gut. I tested it, I Read more

Just do it like a motherf*cker

Posted on November 19th, 2015

Before Cheryl Strayed became That Wild Girl, she was an agony aunt at Rumpus.net. She went by the moniker “Sugar”, it so happens. In light of my recent posts about writing like no one caresthe joy of lowering your expectations and faking it until you make it, I thought today I’d simply run a response Strayed wrote to a reader with creative block some time back. I’ve run the whole lot, question and answer, because it’s a great read. But I’ve ital’d the bits that hit nails for me. Enjoy and discuss below.

Image from meditationtemptation.tumblr.com

Image from meditationtemptation.tumblr.com

Dear Sugar,

I write like a girl. I write about my lady life experiences, and that usually comes out as unfiltered emotion, unrequited love, and eventual discussion of my vagina as metaphor.

And that’s when I can write, which doesn’t happen to be true anymore.

Right now, I am a pathetic and confused young woman of 26, a writer who can’t write. I am up late asking you a question, really questioning myself. I’ve sat here, at my desk, for hours, mentally immobile. I look up people I used to love and wonder why they never loved me. I lie facedown on my bed and feel scared. I get up, go to the computer, feel worse.

David Foster Wallace called himself a failed writer at 28. Several months ago, when depression hooked its teeth into me, I complained to my then-boyfriend about how I’ll never be as good as Read more