So, E and L, how was your day at school?
L: “mom, nothing really happened but.. Bailey, the class rabbit, really likes our teacher.
L: Because he kept hugging the teachers leg!
So, E and L, how was your day at school?
L: “mom, nothing really happened but.. Bailey, the class rabbit, really likes our teacher.
L: Because he kept hugging the teachers leg!
You know often how people say things like ‘being drunk is no excuse, he/she probably was already like that. It just comes out when he/she drinks!”
Well, while being drunk is no excuse for cheating, arguing, getting aggressive. it often is the reason. I’ve done things while drunk that never even came to mind while sober. So yes, it does change a person completely. Why do you think people drink? For the taste of it? One ok. But more often it is to feel different. The line of being loose and relaxed to getting annoying is very thin. The moment you still think you are telling a funny story, you must consider that you may have been telling this same story already 3 times. To the same person. In 10 minutes.
Why this intro? Well, I thought that I would stay the same. I got this image of me that I’m an extrovert, life of the party, ad rem… That I’d still enjoy the dynamics of a large crowd, that I’d still be able to babble like before. Wrong! Turns out I’m an introvert that gets extrovert when being drunk. I honestly had greater joy in scrubbing the bathroom this Friday evening, than going to a concert along with 15049481 other people who all want to stand on the same 1m², with toilets on the other side of the field, with music so loud I couldn’t understand anything if I’d wanted to and I don’t know what to say if somebody compliments me. I don’t know what to say in general either. Talk about what?
There was a concert in town my husband wanted to attend because why not and there would be familiar faces. I, still thinking I’d enjoy these things like before, went along. This was a mayor mistake. As I was standing there, squeezed underneath stranger’s armpits (I’m only 159 cm), avoiding spilled drinks and having to shout WHAAAT?! when somebody asked something… I came to the realization that this is not my idea of having a fun time anymore. The loudness, the claustrophobia, the dirty toilets you could only reach after plowing a way through the crowd and garbage… Either I’m getting old or either I’m just who I always was, and hated, again. I wanted to be like my brother, outgoing, lots of friends. But noooo, my best friends were books and my conversations were often considered ‘too deep, loosen up’. We were the real life Bart and Lisa Simpson.
Then I got complimented on my looks. A lot. Since I’ve stopped drinking I’ve lost weight and I sport. Walking to work with my face in the sun gave me a lovely color. So, I do look good, better than ever before really. I’m content with myself. Yet, I’m surprised when somebody else notices it too. So, I got complimented. Instead of feeling good and secure the opposite happened, I got very aware of myself. As if I was a schoolgirl again, 16 years old and full of insecurities. I got very self-conscious. I felt so out of place that I would have given an arm to be able to go home. To top that off, I felt so bad for my husband because he enjoyed himself and I stood there like a salt pillar. Today, I’m exhausted, my energy is still drained. Yesterday I even talked gibberish because I got so exhausted by all of it. System overload, there is no other way to explain it.
In the future, my husband should meet up with his friends and find a ride if he wants to do those things. I’m happy to have people over or have dinner with friends, where we can talk and understand each other.
If I want to listen to loud music and let myself go, I’ll do it under the shower or in my car 😊
I’ve lost my religion long ago. I lost it, not because I didn’t believe. But because of the acts of humans who hijacked it to let it suit them and claimed it as their own. And how arrogant of a species are we to think that ‘god’ made us after his image. If ‘he’ (?) really did, I couldn’t give him credit. Why can’t ‘he’ be a waterfall, or a stone, a tree? Or some other thing much more beautiful and pure as a human being. Why can’t ‘he’ be all for that matter.
I know it’s not all that bad and there are great people out there, but in my younger mind I didn’t see it that way. And still, after I’ve watched or read the news I’m disgusted with the species I share my DNA.
My grandmother was a very religious woman but god fearing. I didn’t get that. Why should you have to fear somebody you look up to and worship? It was normal in that time, believe without question. Her friend lost her religion after she saw her granddaughter of only 5 tatter from, and later die off cancer. She couldn’t believe there was a god who could allow this innocent little girl to go through so much, yet so many who deserved to die a painfull dead, die of old age in their sleep. It wasn’t fair.
In my black and white thinking, I was convinced that nobody in their right mind could believe in a god the way ‘he’ was described in different books. Whatever suited the inventor of that cult, that’s what God was. I also knew that it couldn’t be that you just ask for something for yourself and it happens. The only times my prayers got answered, when I asked an egoistical thing, is when I prayed for bigger boobies. I got bullied heavily by my brothers and me still having no breast at the age of 16 was an easy target. Like I didn’t feel insecure enough at that age. So, I prayed for bigger boobies. It’s true what they say, be careful what you wish for cuz you just might get it! But that’s another story. What also did work was when I prayed for somebody or something else. For somebody to get or that my dad’s business would take of better/faster etc.
I’m 37 now and slowly but steady I have to start to believe in something again. Still not a God as described in books. A god who tells us how to dress as a token of respect towards him. Not a god who keep us In check and to be sure we do him right one has to wear white socks and a put ‘cake’ on the head. Or by murdering infidels. Or one who lets us live in guilt from the moment we get born, that we are born sinners. Not a god with an ego who demands certain things from us, or else we have it coming in the afterlife.
What I’m starting to believe in is in this higher power, divine coincidence. And trust. There is something watching over me. Always did. I just couldn’t see it anymore. I was so self-absorbed and preoccupied by superficial things, I was numbing myself with substances. I had shut myself out and got disconnected.
As I’m getting further into recovery and self-exploring/acceptation etc I’m more open to everything that’s happening in and around me.
Now, remember I was talking about feeling lonely in this quest of sobriety. Well, I recently gave a remark on a foreign article (about how not drinking alcohol is such a taboo and everybody jumps on you when you just want a non-alcoholic beverage). Well, my best friend from elementary school commented on my comment. She doesn’t drink either and hates it when people want to lure her in or mock her for it. What are the odds, right?! Look, I still don’t believe in a god (as invented and presented by humans with an agenda). But I do start to believe again in something that does listen, if you show patience and let yourself be guided by it. It doesn’t necessarily answer if you ask for egoistical/material things. It’s those little things, that are getting me convinced again. I’m beginning to see now that these are not mere coincidences. I’d love to read your experiences in that people, when did you think “this is not a coincidence”
If you are the proud owner of a beard, I’m sure it looks good on you. You are probably the exception who manages to rock facial hair like no other and this post is not about you.
I guess it’s laziness and I get it, I hate shaving too. Let alone on a daily base. But I just don’t like it my husband lets it grow. It gets till that funny size, you know that size. It’s the same with the hair on your head, if you want to grow it out, it comes to that awkward size and you really have to ignore it to be able to let it grow longer. So, there is a certain moment when it’s not just the sexy 7 o’ clock shade anymore. It’s way past bedtime again.
And then he turns his head at me to give me a big kiss but all I see are two fat moisty lips, surrounded by rough, curly hair.I know underneath it is the same man I love and cherish. But in my mind, I see a big ol’ 70’s bushy porn pussy coming at my face. Which I wouldn’t like even if I were a horny, hardcore lesbian. I’ve never seen a bushy pussy in the flesh, they were all properly shaved. But I imagine it’s something like that. I don’t even mind a bit of hair but there is something in that curly sturdy facial hair that puts me off. So, thank you honey, for taking it off or else I can’t take it off 😊
Two times I slipped at 3 months. I thought I was cured or wanted to believe that I was. I could’t be an alcoholic because I didn’t drank all day every day and I was able to quit for 3 months! That went well.. For 2-3 times and I relapsed, the same shit feeling all over again only now even worse. The times I could handle my drink, I felt frustrated that I couldn’t do more. So that felt shitty too. Than I fucked it up completely and there came the next chance (their wil always be new chances. Do not give up on yourself). So I quit, this time for real. I was determined. I never ever want to feel like that again.
When I hit that magical 3 months for the 3rd time I knew that If I could make it passed that, I could make it anywhere. And it does till now. I was so scared that I would fuck up again because at 3 months, you start to forget why you quit in the first place. You may start to lie to yourself (again) that you can have or deserve that drink and you may start to feel sorry for yourself. Maybe a party is coming up or it is a hot day, you feel left out etc..
You may get insubordinate and start a war in yourself that you may lose if you can’t see the bigger picture anymore. Because normal life resumes and there is no medal for you giving up drinking or daily praise. This is when you should realize you do this for you and you can remember and relive again how you felt in your worst moment. Who you have harmed. You can easily find a reason to pick up a drink again but I’m sure there are more reasons why you must continue your sobriety. Change doesn’t happen overnight. Give yourself time, realize what you feel and find out why you feel this way. Constantly ask why and go deeper into your desire. “I want a drink” why? “because I feel this or that” why? “because this happened/didn’t happen” Why does that feeling triggers me so much? Why? Why etc. and ask yourself, is alcohol going to solve it? Is it going to make it all go away?
You may feel lonely in this, especially if you don’t attend meetings like I do. There are great communities on line (I love the Shair podcast and find great wisdom in podcasts from the Buddhist teacher Jack Kornfield, I listen daily to a podcast of my interest). Yet I do feel alone from time to time.
I’ve changed so much and it seems that the world around me stands still or even worsens. I know that it is from my perspective as a sober person now, it’s remarkable how much praise alcohol gets. I did it too. Yet we get confronted with daily news about the wreckage it causes, but you can’t get into that. It’s an epidemic but gets treated like the elephant in the room. Alcohol is untouchable. You really can’t bash on alcohol or you’ll lose a lot of credit. Alcohol is fun, relaxing, healthy, tasty and that’s the end to that, amen! Now shut up and let us talk about that time we were drunk and how that wine tasted etc. 😊 Ah well..
I’m still trying to find my way around myself. And I don’t really have a sounding board because everybody drinks and I don’t want to sound snotty, arrogant or confronter. But I am, by merely ordering/holding a glass of water.
So, I just do what is good for me and my family and hope that one day at a time I’m working on a better future. Which will hopefully be with meaningful relations and a job I can put my teeth in and give me much gratification. Those ‘left out’ feelings are an illusion. I can’t be alone in this, I know. And I shouldn’t let it muddle my mood. I just have to practice faith and patience, which is something I hardly had but that’s how it goes. We have to learn what we don’t master.
10 maand nuchter, wat ik verloren en gewonnen heb door te stoppen met alcohol drinken
Twee x ben ik op de 3 maanden grens hervallen. Ik dacht dat ik genezen was, of wou dat graag geloven. De derde x was ik bang van die 3 maanden grens, maar wist dat als ik daarover kon geraken, ik ver kon raken. En dat is zo.
Bij 3 maand kan je beginnen vergeten waarom je weer gestopt was. Je kan jezelf gaan voorliegen (weeral) dat je nu toch wel weer een drankje kan en zelfs verdiend hebt. Je kan gaan zwelgen in zelfmedelijden. Je kan situaties gaan bedenken waarom je vindt dat daar wel een drankje bij hoort. Je kan je uitgesloten gaan voelen. Je kan opstandig worden en een oorlog starten in jezelf dat je gaat verliezen als je het groter geheel niet kan zien. Want het normale leven hervat zich en er staat vreemd genoeg geen bloemenmeisje met een medaile te zwaaien omdat je gestopt bent met drinken of er zijn geen dagelijkse lofzangen aan uw adres.
Dat is het moment dat je zou moeten realiseren dat ge dit voor uzelf doet. En probeer terug te grijpen naar het misselijkmakende gevoel van waarom je gestopt bent. Herbeleef de kater, wie je kwaad hebt berokkend,.. Je kan makkelijk een reden vinden om terug te drinken, maar je kan evengoed redenen bedenken waarom je wil volhouden. Veranderingen gebeuren niet op een ik en een gij. Geef uzelf tijd, realiseer en ga in op uw gevoel. Vanwaar komt het? Vraag u constant af waarom. Ik wil een drankske, waarom. Omdat ik mij zo voel. Waarom? Omdat er dit gebeurd is of gezegd. Waarom? En wat gaat alcohol drinken daaraan verhelpen?
Je kan je erg eenzaam gaan voelen, zeker als je geen vergaderingen bijwoont, zoals ik. Er zijn echter online goeie groepen waar je je ei kwijt kan (ik ben momenteel verknocht aan the Shair podcast en vind veel wijsheid in de podcasts van de boeddhistische leraar Jack Kornfield, dagelijks luister ik wel naar een inspirerende podcast). En toch, ik voel mij best eenzaam. Ik ben zo hard veranderd en het lijkt wel f de wereld rond mij is blijven stilstaan of verergerd is. Ik moet mijn draai nog met mezelf vinden en ik heb niet echt een klankbord want iedereen iedereen iedereen drinkt. En ik wil niet te veel uit de hoogte klinken, of arrogant of wijsneuzerig. Ik ben geen anti-alcohol advocaat geworden die op de barricade wil staan. Als iemand rijp is om te stoppen en vragen heeft sta ik ter beschikking en ik zal het niet nalaten te zeggen waarom ik niet drink, maar meer niet. En plus, alcohol is untouchable. Je mag niet afgeven op alcohol tenzij ge sociale zelfmoord wil plegen. Alcohol is fun, relax, gezellig, gezond, lekker en dat is dat, amen. 😊
Dus ja, ik doe maar wat goed is voor mij en mijn familie, dag per dag. En ik hoop dat ik werk aan een betere toekomst waarin hopelijk diepe en betekenisvolle relaties in’t verschiet liggen en een job waarin ik mijn tanden kan zetten en die mij veel voldoening schenkt. Die desolate gevoelens zijn uiteindelijk een illusie en ik weet vanwaar ze komt. Ze zijn een illusie want ik weet dat ik hierin niet alleen ben en het moet mijn gemoed niet vertroebelen. Ik moet gewoon geduld en vertrouwen oefenen, wat net iets is wat ik niet heb. Maar zo gaat dat dus, we moeten leren waarin we niet uitblinken.
I’m having a tough time finding something to complain about concerning my kids. They act … Yes, I must say it, pretty normal. This last week and a half has been a charm. No tantrums, they listen after the 4th time asking, me not frantically having to look up if certain behavior is normal for kids their age and they act generally well behaved.
Almost like they aren’t raised by a pack of wolves. Which they aren’t although they drive me rabid on occasions.
My youngest had a challenging time finding or listening to reason when she didn’t get something she wanted. That is one stubborn kid (and unfortunately, she has it from her mother). My oldest is more reasonable, listened why not and try to bargain and sometimes she got her way. That’s smart. But with the youngest, I put my foot to the ground because “she isn’t going to get it this way!” And you can’t give her a finger or she’ll take you, your mother/father and their pet dog.
And yesterday after a bedtime story I talked to both a bit, kissed them goodnight. My oldest daughter complimenting me on my looks (I love you mom, you have beautiful eyes, you have nice dresses and you look good naked (!)(?)) Ok weirdo. I love you too my beautiful daughter. Then I went in to the youngest her room. She always pulls me in a few times, after I gave 20 hugs and kisses and closed the door. I don’t want to give in but she cries and won’t stop and then her sister can’t fall asleep and so on and so on. So, I was able talk to her and she understood and I just got to leave! Can you believe it?
That night I hear a cry coming from her bedroom. A cry in pure horror. Arrived bewildered. The problem? There was a spider in her room. And ok, it sat 1 m from her. But at that moment, I think I looked more frightening than that little spider but I removed it and had to lay down with her because she was too traumatized. Geez, it was only a daddy long legs. But ok. I kept guard. Needless to say, I couldn’t sleep in that small bed with a sweaty kid beside me.
This morning my oldest sees me “mom why are your eyes closed and you have bleu cheeks under them!” blue cheeks are bags, blue bags. So, I guess my eyes aren’t my best feature today.
What a news to wake up to. Again. I have two little girls.. I can only imagine what a waking nightmare parents and family, who’s kids got to the concert in Manchester, are living. This is so cowardish, sick and low that I’m going back in misanthropy modus.
And it were such promising days, the weather is fine, vacation coming in a few weeks.. Those poor souls will never get to enjoy. RIP
The kids and we had a great weekend, we set it in tired because dad took mom to the soccer game of Anderlecht Thursday evening. They played champion and since husband is a rather big fan, I tagged along. Having a designated driver comes in handy from time to time. And I was persuaded by the thought of a party. There would be a DJ etc.
Little did I know, but suspected, that the DJ would play the same old same old kind of soccerish, heroic, champion type of music that has been played since the days of yore. But it was all good, they won. Husband happy, I was happy. You get sucked into the enthousiasm. I do love soccer but I don’t get the idolizing.
I must say, I’ve never smelled so much brewy armpit sweat in years from all the bystanders.
After the game we went to a pub where they were aware of modern day music.
Mom and dad got to bed at 2.30. Needless to say I was tired throughout friday and a piece of saterurday. And we had to attend the baby shower of my little nephew that day.
It was nice to see so many people from the past. We all got older, our kids have grown, some had greyer hair, some had thinning hair, some had more yellow teeth. And so on. There was bouncy castle for the kids and other toys (and candy) and I haven’t seen them all day!
I was talking to people and of course the no/stopped drinking came up, with one admitting to me he has a problem (a serious) but who am I to judge or convert. I’m not a Jehova’s withness. I do am a firm believer of achieving change in your life when you are ready for it. And he didn’t seem ready for it, was to wasted anyway. But maybe I planted a seed. Another one said he actually didn’t like beer that much and just taught himself to drink and now he drinks daily. My uncle, who also (had to) give up drinking was there. Man what a transformation. He looked better than he ever did.
That made me think of how I looked, the last time I drank. Which is also a metamorphosis. I’ll post a before and after when I hit the first birthday. It encouraged me. That saturday, it was my 280th day of being sober.
He looked so empowered, healthy and happy. Everybody was complimenting him.
And as the hours passed by and the beers went in, the talks went from entertaining to louder and wearisome. So we went home with the promise that everybody was to attend a party in a village nearby later on. Turning out to be just a few of us, which was a bummer for my husband because now he was the only guy in the group.
At that party I spotted my neighbour from my previous home, drunk/wasted.. Not very ladylike to be using an eufemism. On crutches. How that happened? I was afraid to ask because she was just too drunk. Fakingly having ‘fun’ and wielding those bad boys above her head (and almost taking an eyeballs from innocent bystanders). My friend told me she and her husband are splitting up and she’s on a rampage. I could see from miles away that she was lost. It looked so misserable, sad and piteous.. I hope she gets it together. My friend said she’s trying to win their mutual friends over to ‘her side’. If that’s how? She’s going to attrackt the wrong persons.
Then she came sluring in to my ear… Look, I like to go out and enjoy a nice evening but when you are sober, it’s not that fun. It’s not “not” fun because you can’t drink, no it’s not fun because you see people around you change, you don’t understand them anymore or it is just plain not interesting what they are about to say (for the 10th time), and this was the case with her.
It came to a point where I (and everybody) avoided eye contact with her, just to prevent having to talk. And that’s sad because she was probably drinking to be able to talk easily to people, be more popular and to blend in. Mission failed. Again, alcohol did the opposite of what it was suppose to do.
Yesterday evening, kids went to bed and I was working on the laptop for a while, when all of a sudden..
It was like 1991 all over again. No more internet. Our tv works on internet so no tv either. Husband and I had a few options being
1 – going crazy, jump for a knife and stab at each other
2 -call the company and insult the living hell out of the poor callcenter help
3- live with it
It was the first hot day in like 10 months so we decided to enjoy our garden, which is full of life at the moment. Honestly, I’ve never seen so many and different birds since we live there. We were reading a bit till we heard a strange noice. I remembered that noice from when I was a kid and we had one like that. But thought it couldn’t be. Our dog crumbeled from fear and pushed itself under our chairs. Minutes go by .. nothing. Than again <<pieff>>
Not a second later a magpie falls out of our tree, dead on the grass. It’s partner, they are monogamous, anxiously calling from the tree.
I couldn’t believe it, my old neighbour just shot that beautiful and smart bird, who had every right to live, out of our tree!
I was disgusted, angry and sad. I went inside because, again, I was disgusted with the human kind.
What the fuck, why do humans (I often feel like I’m not the same species) think they are god and they need to be in control of the eco system. They think that they have the right to decide which animal is useful and which is outlawed. Because, you know, man kind is soooo good at sustaining nature and it’s inhabitants. We know what’s best for it.
The old fart has pigeons. Pigeons who live in a loft, so normally their baby’s are protected. It’s not like he hasn’t got 1200215656 pigeons already who shaait up the neigbourhood.
But still, the magpie is his enemy. Come to think of it, everything is his enemy. Our tree was too large, the rats come from our chickens (we never cought any, he has cought many.. because pigeons and chickens. Yet they seem to be OUR rats). My husband was boiling from anger. Yes. We have lost chicks to the magpie, or maybe crows or a rat. Who knows. Yes that’s sad, we protect them as much as we can but it happens. That’s nature. They also feast on snails in our garden, which is good, not? A while back a buzzard ate a bird in our back yard. Should we go kill the buzzard because it’s awfull what they do?
I was sobbing and crying for the poor partner who now had to go on alone and probably had a nest to feed. They wouldn’t survive either. And than I hear my husband going of at the neighbour. In a behaved but angry matter. We love nature, we ain’t going to stand for this and if it happens again we’ll inform authorities because these birds are protected (I think they aren’t but who cares). A little bit of justice for the magpie.
I couldn’t have been prouder and he deserved a little something for that. Well.. the TV didn’t work 😉 it’s not for nothing that babybooms happen after a black out, right.
Well as a Dutch saying goes, “to ask the question is to answer it”.
I can’t answer that question for you.
For myself… Nobody saw me as an ‘addict‘, still don’t. I just drank too much, from time to time. Who doesn’t! No need to “stigmatize” myself like that. And like so many, I was easily reassured. Wanted to believe that was normal. There was nothing wrong with me, I just needed to quit after a few drinks and then there wouldn’t’ t be a problem at all. Just learn to control myself (because that’s easy with a few drinks in your system, you know).
And yes, ok, I could be an annoying drunk but who isn’t from time to time? It’s not that I drank on a daily, that I was shivering if I didn’t drink. That I drank behind backs and lied about it.
It would be all righty if I’d stop after a few glasses and I could just continue my drinking as such.
We also have another saying in Dutch, “only solve the problem, is there is even a problem”. Well, I felt there was and a first step was recognizing I did. It’s very hard to drink a few and stop, it’s like a mission impossible. Well, it is possible but damn, that’s fucking hard and masochistic. I’m an all or nothing person. So, I decided for myself I had a problem. Only that way I could start to heal and help myself and question the use of alcohol.
So, am I an alcoholic? That’s a matter of perception. For me, I’ve realized that drinking got me into troubles. So yes, if something that gets me into trouble, makes me take bad choices, makes me feel horrible about myself and has so much power over me… Plus can persuade me to do that thing again over and over by lying to myself, then yes that felt like an addiction.
I’ve felt horrible. Too many times to neglect it.
I’ve said what everybody says after heavy drinking “never again”. And as many times I covered it up with minimizing how I felt afterwards. I minimized how I felt and what caused it. It was probably something else that made me feel that bad, the beginning of a cold perhaps?
What was it with alcohol that I just wanted to ignore all the bad that came out of using it. Was it really that good and yummy? I tried to find the good in alcohol, but couldn’t find any anymore. I always felt bad afterwards, even when I only had one drink. I got sick and tired of the poisoning effect it had on me, my thinking, my health, my mood, my relationships with others. I got sick of the fakeness off it all, sick of the feeling I needed something just to deal with reality and everyday life, something to relax, something to make myself (and other people?) more interesting.
Emotionally it fucked me up (embarrassed, fights, saying stupid stuff, feeling fake and having fake conversations) and physically (falling, headache, slurring,..) I felt like I was thrown under a bus.
So, I gave it up. And I should not feel ashamed because I took care of an avoidable problem in my life. Fuck the stigma.
As long as I can remember I’ve had belly problems. Aww belly problems, sounds so cute. And a bit childish. My native language is Dutch so give me a pass here, thank you.
Doctor visits left and right. Prescription meds left and right. Graves disease left an right.. This continuing bullshit forced me to look at what the fuck is causing my immune system to turn on me like that? Traitor!
I noticed that with the no more drinking because of the being a raging alcoholic thing, it already went better. It made me wonder if maybe I drank my intestines to shit, as a figure of speech. But every now and again I still felt like a balloon. I couldn’t get to lose weight even though my life has turnt 180° for the better since a small year. In means of taking care of myself, actually moving regulary (I wouldn’t call it doing sports yet) and eating clean.
At a routine blood test for the Graves, I got myself tested on food allergys. A tip, don’t get tested on food allergys if you don’t want to know the outcome.
It said I had a sensitivity to gluten. A sensitivity, not full blown allergy but I’m a sensitive person like that. And yes, there we have it. It’s so epidemic that people actually think you’re a poseur when you say you have that allergy. It’s like you have to take your blood result test everywhere to prove you’re the real deal. You can be allergic to all kinds of stuff and peole will accept. Say you’re allergic to gluten and in the best case, eyes start rolling.
Anyhow, the epidemic is real and it’s only this real because they put that stuff in practically everything. Since I accepted it (2 month ago), months after the result, I lost 3 kg’s, my menstruation is à point and my PMS is reduced from 10 days to 0.25 day. I really wonder what my next blood test will reveal for my goiter. Gluten/wheat is avoidable. Especially since I don’t drink beer anymore, with being a raging alcoholic and all. But it ain’t always easy. Yesterday my family was enjoying a chicken wrap and I try to tag along with a wrap made of rice paper. My daughter asked “mom are you eating plastic?” And it looked like barf in a flaccid broken condom. So, yeah.
What I did manage to make last was a birthday cake for my oldest. I wanted in on the fun so I made her preferred cake vegan (if you use agar agar) and gluten free. Guilt free too because the next day, after I ate half a cake, I managed to weigh less than the day before! I had to eat it because half of the kids knew they didn’t like it. Before tasting it. Because kids are dicks like that. In this case, I didn’t mind.
Ok, I’ll give you the recipe of my vegan, lactose free, guilt free blueberry-strawberry cheesecake
Act as followed:
Berrys: Take a bag of blueberry’s and strawberry’s out of the freezer, throw it in a pan and let it boil in with as much sugar as you seem fit. Let it cook a bit to a firm mass.
For the cake (the bisquit bottom you see here above poking trough the cheesecake). This cake can be used for a fruit cake too. It’s a familly secret to a light and moisty cake so shhhttt, don’t tell any further.
3 eggs – 150 gr (5.3 Oz) sugar and 1 vanilla sugar , a pinch of salt
Flour: 30 gr (1.05 Oz) gluten free flour (I used Schär) , than 30 of that glutenfree flower mixed with baking powder to make my own self rising flour and 30gr potato starch
Mix egg whites and one by one put the yolks with it (keep mixing). Than the sugar, easy does it and the same goes for the flour, that comes last. Throw it in a greased and gluten free flowered tin and put in the oven at – 180°C (356 Farenheit) for 30-40 min (or do the needle test)
500g Alpro soya mild & creamy/ Soy yoghurt natur 17.63 Oz (the metric system rules BTW), 150 gr sugar, 2 vanilla sugar, ¼ l alpro soya room / 8.45 fl oz (soy cream) 8 leafs of jelly or 2 baggys agar agar.
Put the jelly in cold water, squeeze it and throw it in the hot berry sauce. Put the hot berry sauce in the soy yoghurt along with the sugar (or taste if you think it’s sweet enough) and pour the half mixed cream with it.
Pour the goodness over the bisquit and put it in the fridge for a night. That’s it. Enjoy!
P.S.: I made it with jelly so I don’t know how to use the agar agar. It’ll be something I test another time.