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14 zile intensive. Ziua 8

Ok, astazi o sa va explic de ce azi am mancat cam toate leftovers-urile (resturile).
Nu sunt ecologista, nu triez gunoiul, las apa sa curga, poluez aerul mergand cu masina, nu sunt vegetariana, nu ii condamn pe aia de poarta blanuri (si probabil ca daca as primi vreuna cadou, as purta-o), si cu siguranta ignor cu buna stiinta ca ma imbrac cu haine fabricate in cine stie ce conditii, si cel mai posibil de catre copii de varsta lu’ fii-mea!
Da, imi asum toate astea si probabil multe altele! Dar in toata nenorocirea asta care zace in mine, s-a nascut un principiu, unul singur.
👉 Sa nu fac RISIPA DE MANCARE!
Imaginea copilului aluia murind/mort de foame cu vulturii asteptand hoitul, care a inconjurat planeta cu ceva ani in urma, m-a tulburat atat de tare incat si acum ma bantuie! In completarea acestei fotografii mi-a mai dat o palma si #VictorHugo cu al sau roman #Mizerabilii, roman care descrie atat de bine saracia si degradarea umana incat mi se pare cea mai mare batjocura pe care o pot aduce omenirii si naturii, aruncand mancare.
Doar atata pot sa fiu de #eco! Deocamdata!

#micdejun paine #faragluten cu crema de branza light, rosii cherry si ardei iute

#pranz supa phu phu, phi phi, pho pho, luata la pachet alalteri, portia lu’ cumatra! Si…o mana (mica) de home made cartofi prajiti…fii-mea face pijama party si nah…ce sa le fac daca nu cartofi…si nu, nu am rezistat! Nu e dulce si nu e nici gluten… nu se incadreaza tocmai bine in “intensiv”, dar macar nu va mint 🙂

#cina supa de pui facuta marti, data in fiert azi si a fost super buna! 🙂

Got to go…am de supravegheat doua caprite!!!

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14 zile intensive. Ziua 7

#micdejun 2 felii paine #faragluten, unt de arahide si dulceata de afine #farazahar. Cel mai misto la aceste doua produse e ca sunt chiar naturale, fara indulcitori artificiali, in cazul dulcetei, doar fructoza din afine, evident.

#pranz supa de pui cu taietei de orez pe care mi-am luat-o ieri la pachet! Da, iau mereu la pachet, pentru ca mi se pare ca risipa de mancare chiar e bataie de joc contra naturii. Si am luat si jumatatea de portie curry cu pui a lu’ cumatra Diana Ionescu 🙂 Si cum lu’ Printi a mea ii era pofta de indian ca ar manca in fiecare zi curry, astazi, doar ce am trecut strada la Taj sa ne porcim cu niste sosulete.

#cina branza in sos de ceapa, legume picante si orez simplu.

La pranz am mancat o patratica, doar una, de ciocolata neagra #farazahar.

I’m half way there!! Yuhuuu🏋🏋🏋


14 zile intensive. Ziua 6

20180117_094628Cat sunt varcolac (vezi explicatia in #ziua5), ma rasfat! Nu zahar, nu gluten, macar niste grasimi :)))
Azi am inceput ziua in intarziere, am oprit involuntar cele trei alarme si m-am trezit la 7h29 (in conditiile in care trebuie sa iesim din casa la 7h40). Nu stiu cum am facut, dar la 7h55 eram la scoala! #supermom
Evident, eu am amanat micul dejun, iar fii-mea a mancat o banana pe drum!
Dar m-am intors si mi-am pregatit ceva delicios, apetisant si nutritiv. Am stat 30 minute, eu cu mine, am mancat, m-am bucurat de mine, mi-am baut cafeaua si am multumit pentru tot ceea ce am in momentul asta.
Odata devenita feng-sushi, toate au mers bine:)
Am avut o zi interesanta, cu un vibe al naibii de pozitiv, feelingul ala de…I have been waiting all of my life, gen:) dar asta este alta poveste pentru o alta zi 🎲🎲🎲.

#micdejun ou posat pe painica #faragluten, cascaval bio de pe Valea Oltului, rosii cherry, ardei iute, si inca o painica cu dulceata #farazahar sa mearga cafeaua:)

#pranz 3 linguri de supa din aia fara taietei (nu mai pun inca o data poza cu ea), si cateva linguri de mazare (fara carne).

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#cina piept de rata in stil vietnamian cu taietei simpli de orez.

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D-E-L-I-C-I-O-S.

Imi luasem si o supa dar am luat-o la pachet, imposibil sa mai mananci ceva dupa rata aia!
#haicapot au trecut 6, mai am 8 si ma pregatesc pt etapa 2!


14 Zile Intensive. Ziua 5

De obicei, in perioada aia a lunii cand femeile se transforma in varcolaci, vin si toate poftele de pe lume. Si atunci ia nastere paradoxul!
Te uiti in oglinda si mai ai putin si o spargi, te strang blugii de la retentia de apa, dar tu nu visezi decat sa iti ineci amarul in dulciuri si in junk food. Am luat un mic dejun mai copios decat de obicei, m-am rasfatat putin ca sa nu cad in putina mai tarziu!
M-am luptat grav cu hormonii azi! Astia demoni!
Dupa plimbare in parc la zapada cu fii-mea, cu creierul putin oxigenat dupa acel light efort, m-am intors cu multa inspiratie si cu un chef nebun de gatit. Recunosc, cele doua patratele de ciocolata neagra #FARAZAHAR mi-au calmat putin poftele nebune. O alta minune care mi-a dat idei este dulceata de afine #farazahar adaugat pe care am gasit-o la Mega.
Si au iesit multe delicii!
#cheescake fara zahar si fara gluten
#chiftelute de cod cu tarate de ovaz
#paine fara gluten

Si ziua a decurs cam asa:

#micdejun care a fost mai mult un brunch cu doua rondele de orez brun, una cu branza de oaie, ceapa verde, ardei iute si o rosie cherry, cealalta cu unt de arahide #farazahar si banana + iaurt grecesc cu afine si restul de banana si seminte de chia

#gustare doua patratele d3 ciocolata neagra #farazahar

#pranz + #cina (am mancat la 17h30) – supa de pui, chiftelute de cod cu ovaz si #homemade ketchup (facut de mamaie) si o portie de #cheesecake

Ok, si am baut o Coca 0 (cam 200 ml)

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Roots

As I stated it before… you always appreciate what you have/had after you lose it. I used the two forms of present and past tense because sometimes you can’t take back what you have lost, sometimes you can’t click “undo”.

As I’m sitting in my old room back in my hometown (where I’m spending my brief Easter Holidays), I can’t stop thinking of all the things I’ve lived here. It’s hard having to know you are thousands of miles away from home, away from family and friends, away from the places so close to your heart and mind.

There’s not a day that goes by, without me thinking of how my life would had been if I was still here. This is the place where my grandfather told me hundreds of bedtime stories, stimulating my mind and my imagination, where he taught me how  to read and write, this is where he opened my gates to the universe. He gave the most precious gift: the thirst of knowledge. This is where I’ve first learned that life is made of changes which we are obliged to accept when I cried for leaving kindergarten to go to school. Here, I felt the first butterflies in my stomach when I had my first kiss and here I have drowned myself in tears when I had my heart broken for the first time! It’s here where there are the persons most sacred to me who have raised me and the mirrors where I have watched myself grown. This is where I was born and these are my roots.

Can you tell me if there is any possible way to forget your roots? Can distance cut out your roots? We know roots go deep… they disperse in width and length… but what do you do when there are so tightened and the pressure is so high? Like an elastic band that you keep trying to enlarge… and you keep trying… and you pull harder and harder… you know the elastic band is strong… it can’t brake… but it becomes thinner and thinner with every pull… you can’t let go, even if you know the tension gets higher and higher… you know that if one end will give up, the other end will get hurt…

I’m afraid to let go of my end… even though the tension and the pressure is high, the feeling that I belong somewhere is keeping my head sane. I need to feel that I belong somewhere. I need my roots. I need to know that I have one place where I can always return and feel safe no matter what. That’s why home is irreplaceable.

When I first left home for the Big City, at 17, I thought I was gonna live in Paradise. No one to control me, no one to tell me when should I get home, no one to tell me what to wear, no one to go talk to the teachers, no one to wait for me at 5 a.m. in the morning threatening me never to go out again, no one to tell me clean my room, no one to push me eat my soup… but instead… there was no one to care for me, no one to guide me, no one to advise me, no one to convince the teacher that I was skipping school because I was sick (and not that I was gone in vacation), no one to make me a tea at 5 a.m. in the morning when I was sick, no one to help me clean my room, no one to wait for me with a hot soup.

The illusion of freedom was fading fast as I was trying to cut out my roots, intentionally. Freedom comes with responsibilities, as the basis of democracy states. That is way you need way more time to be well cooked before we set out to go on your own. How do you know you’re ready to take off? When it’s the hardest thing to do! When you realize how much you will miss your nest!

Years have passed and destiny wanted me to go farther and farther… and I left in search of my destiny. I know it’s out there, that’s why it’s called destiny, it’s a sure thing you will find it someday… but I think the search is the greatest gift of all. The adventure, the unknown, the thrill of a new clue, the hopes and dreams, the failures and the dead ends, the new routes to discover and the thousands of possibilities. And the strengths comes from your roots. That keeps me strong. Sometimes I feel them like the rubber band that keeps putting pressure on me, but sometimes there are like the wooden roots of an old oak tree supporting all my weight! My roots are my spinal cord. You can’t live without your spinal cord to support you. Once broken, you’ve lost your stability. You lose yourself. 

My roots are my inspiration, my background, my past, they have made who I am today and they keep growing to support the woman of tomorrow.