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The Hunger Fear

Delicious food. This is greatest and the worst thing about where I work. Purebread.ca

Fruit GalletteOutrageous BrownieHow do I resist this day in day out?  Easy . . . I don’t.

It all tastes too good not to eat. If I’m not in the mood for something sweet (which is never) there’s something warm and cheesy just waiting for me around the corner.

Unfortunatley I have to do quality control and taste every cake that comes across my path. I love it.

One of the things that I need to remember is that there’s tasting and then there’s eating or in my case wolfing.

I recently realised that I have a fear of going hungry.

I’m an extremely grumpy person when I am hungry. I become very irrational, irritable just a pain in the ass really. So I usually take snacks with me everywhere I go. I’m like that guy or girl in the snickers add.

Appearantly this hunger fear comes from our ancestors. From the days where money and food was more scarce and they might have gone a few days or weeks without food. They were starving and would do anything to get food for their family. So it’s instinct. It’s embedded within us.

 This is absolute pants.

 I’ve never experienced starvation. Food is everywhere and there is no shortage on the way. Is it ancestral instinct when I’m a little hugry (or more like I’m just not full anymore) my brain kicks into action and says “wow wow wow you better eat quick buddy as this feeling brings me back to our famine days – remember those”. No, no I don’t personally remember the great famine. . . . Pants.

So what is it? Where does this fear come from? And when I say fear, lets clarify, it’s not really a fear. I don’t suddenly have a pang and start having a panic attack smashing down a window of a shop to get my snickers bar.

For me I think it comes from experience. We all know that dreaded feeling before a big exam. The exam itself isn’t so bad when you actually do it but it’s the weeks and days running up to it that’s the worst part. It’s the same as the thought of going hungry. I don’t want to be put in that uncomfortable situation where I can’t focus properly because I’m hungry. Or that I end up eating something not so healthy just to fill the gap.

So here’s what happens: I’ll eat breakfast, an hour later I think “I’m going for a run soon I better eat more in case I get hungry”. You can see that this doesn’t end well and I’ll spend most of the run crippled from being too full. So this is over eating. And yes I am ridiculous.

HummingbirdI think about food all the time. It’s an obsession. Some of the time I’m thinking of new recipes to try out. At night I lie in bed thinking of what yummy breakfast I’m going to make. Breakfast is my favourite. Don’t get me started on food porn. This is the ultimate killer. I am instantly starving when I start looking at food porn. And then there’s work. Every two minutes I’m thinking “ Am I hungry now? . . no . . . ok but now?

What I’m doing about it: I’m starting to listen to my brain more and listening to my belly less. When I think I’m hungry I’ll remember back to those awesome banana pancakes I just ate an hour ago and I’ll say to myself. “Hold on there horse, your fine for now. Step away from the peanut butter.”

The ideal situation would be to never feel hungry. I don’t need that in my life. However, I think I’ve gotten to the stage where there are some blurred lines. Am I hungry or am I just not full anymore?

Sure I better eat an energy bar just in case.


Coffee – Why don’t you love me?

Have you ever been in a situation where you are infatuated by someone. You see them everyday and you can’t handle being without them. Maybe a work friend. All morning you can’t concentrate, you’re thinking about them, waiting for them to arrive just so you can see them. And when they do arrive well . . . the world changes. They smell irresistible, being around them makes you feel so good. Giddy even. And then they look at you with those come to bed eyes, (even though you’re probably just imagining it) that look that melts your heart. They’ve got you hooked.

But devastatingly you realize over time, you don’t even have to ask – you know it – they do not love you back.

This is how I feel about coffee.


I work at an amazing bakery called Purebread in Whistler, Canada. And we do the best coffee around. A customer said it was the best in North America, I’m not going to argue with that. We use Stumptown. Roasted in Portland and Seattle. I could give you some pretentious coffee descriptions but all you need to know is that It is bloody good stuff!Coffee3

Another great love of mine is Red Rooster Coffee. Roasted in Galway and sold throughout Ireland. If you haven’t had it yet and you think you’re a coffee lover then get up and get some!Red rooster coffee

I love coffee, some people say that I don’t really love the taste I’m just addicted. Well I’ll tell you now, yes I’m addicted but that doesn’t change the fact that I Loooove coffee! I’m a one coffee a day kind of gal. Sometimes. When I’m having a long day, or a tiring day, or a great day, or a day where I’m eating a lot of cake and I just want more, then I become a two or three coffees a day kind of gal. It doesn’t take much to persuade me. Working in a bakery means that I’m standing beside ovens most of the day, sweating buckets. And then I go to a hot yoga class and I fill some more buckets. I drink a lot of water. Depending on the day anywhere from 3 – 6 liters a day. You would think that I should be good right? Wrong – very wrong.

Hot Coffee

Even just one cup of coffee can start me off to a very thirsty day. My skin then becomes unbelievable dry. Like wake up in the middle of the night scratching, it’s that dry. It’s not news to me that tea and coffee are diuretics. But this is a little far.

However, what was news to me is that the tannins in tea and coffee and wine can inhibit the absorption of vitamins and minerals into the body. A few months back I was struggling with iron levels and a Naturopath advised to get rid of tea and coffee out of my life. It’s getting in the way.

This random man that doesn’t even know me tells me I can’t be with the one I love. Well he can go get . . . ok maybe he knows a thing or two.

ImageGiving coffee up is rough. Luckily I don’t drink wine with my breakfast every morning. Every time I give it up I get headaches, nausea, I am a walking anti-christ. Life just becomes difficult. It took 2 weeks to get over these symptoms. By week three I thought I was in the clear so I should celebrate with a coffee. Dumbass!

In saying all of that when I’m not drinking coffee I feel wonderful. I don’t have highs and lows. I have more energy and I am a lot more hydrated. I can start absorbing vits and mins again. My mood is better also. I’m a lot more tolerable at every point in the day. Despite my love for the stuff feeling awesome trumps every time.

Right now I’m on day three of giving it up again. And it’s going ok.