a poem for your thoughts.

I sit. I pray. I laugh. I cry.

I twiddle my thumbs, as time goes by.

The sun awakes as I drift off to sleep,

No sooner do I rise to the sound of a birds cheep.

I am unheard, unloved, broken

yet to be loved and heard are my hearts token.

The call of the world gets me out of bed,

I try so hard not to look at what I have shed.

For my thoughts and feelings are not what I do,

Yes, I sometimes misinterpret them, too.

* This is a little poem I just made up - the meaning behind it is ... although this girl seems to be quite depressed and sad, she has misinterpreted her feelings, thus bringing the poem back to neutral - as in, no sadness just misinterpretation. -- Im laughing at myself because I am analysing my own poem haha. - ok so maybe I should have left this open to interpretation, but I must admit I was afraid that people (whoever reads this.. if anyone) will think I am the depressed person. My point is sometimes people can misinterpret their own thoughts and feelings and create a world of destruction for themselves, thus leading themselves into a depressive state... This poem (I hope) can show that *

Detox

I've thought of something to say!

Ok. So last week on Thursday I began a 2 week carbohydrate controlled diet in order to release some of the pressure off my poor liver. Not sure if you know, but one of the livers many functions is to store and release sugar. In our western diets there is a HUGE emphasis on the use and consumption of sugar-based products. Even foods that we believe do not contain sugar, actually do! So the liver is basically being bombarded with all this sugar, has to store it, but can't fit it all in, so it gets turned into fat. Then our poor little liver is only concentrating on storing the sugar, and doesn't have time to do many other more important functions - such as make cholesterol (that is needed by the body), store vitamins and minerals and make certain amino acids - which are the building blocks of proteins.

So even though my overall diet is really not that bad, I thought, why not, I'll give it a go! - I must admit though that I am an addict. I am/was addicted to chocolate. Yes, the beautiful brown bombshell that is cocoa and its fellow milk solids.

Anyway, as you all know, this weekend was Easter. And along with Jesus and his resurrection comes the Easter Bunny - bearing what some refer to as heaven, others prefer calling it Chocolate.

Do you see what I'm getting at?

It has been character building, let me tell you. Not only am I surrounded by boxes and boxes of brown sugary goodness, but I come from a Greek background, so my grandmother has made us a whole array of greek sweets. And guess what? I can't have any!

On the upside, my physical body feels 100 times better. I have lost a couple of kilos, not that I was planning to - its merely a (positive) side effect of staying away from sugar and wheat.

As well as feeling lighter and more slender, I am sleeping much better. It used to take me at least an hour to fall asleep from the time my head hit the pillow. Now, I am dreaming away in a matter of minutes. No joke.

I recommend to anyone out there feeling a little sluggish, fatigued or just "not right" to go see a Naturopath and get yourself checked out :) They are wonderful at ascertaining what may be bothering you, whether it be poor digestion or insomnia or any other ailment.

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a title with no name

As my first ever blog I have tried in almost every way possible to make my page as creative and "me-like" as I can. I have been inspired to get back in touch with my artsy side. Although, not sure if it really is there, buried under a plethora of facts and figures from years of study. In the past I would write poems, journals and the like... where has it gone?

Then I think, "Do I even know how to blog?"... is there even a way to blog? or is blogging free from societies commonalities and rules?

If you haven't already discovered I am always asking questions, always interested in knowing the how and why of life. Maybe I should just let go and live freely... although I do believe I am living.

Ok, so for now this is all I can come up with, knowing that I have to get back to studying for a biology exam, a thought that isn't really so comforting.

And yet I have forgotten to introduce myself. Tina is my name.

(Who am I even writing to? - this is quite amusing to me, I feel as though I am speaking to someone, although I do not know if anyone will read this. I laugh.)

x

for the love of orchids