F.I.R.E., Life Hacks, Review, Uncategorised, Uncategorized

Sweet Healthy Cinnamon…

Things we eat every day can be extremely healthy.

I learned about the benefits of cinnamon from World’s Healthiest Foods, which is an amazing website by a guy called George Mateljan.

I started taking it in capsule form 3 days per week around 2017.

Next time the Doctor (GP) checked my cholesterol, triglycerides, and blood sugar, they were noticeably lower.

Why is this?

  • Cinnamon contains antioxidants and has anti-inflammatory properties. This study https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/22007625/ says that cinnamon has “anti-microbial, anti-fungal, antiviral, antioxidant, anti-tumour, blood pressure-lowering, cholesterol and lipid-lowering and gastro-protective properties”.
Gum tree bark in some ways similar to cinnamon bark
  • According to this article https://badgut.org/information-centre/health-nutrition/cinnamon/ from the Canadian Society of Intestinal Research, Ceylon cinnamon can sometimes help balance blood sugars because it improves insulin sensitivity, slows the rate that your stomach empties, and improves glycogen synthesis in the liver.
Delicious fruits and veggies from my garden
Beauty
You can be healthy and enjoy your body
Spring Mulberry shoots: some of the healthiest foods are the yummiest and easiest to grow
  • This study https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/28887086/ found that triglycerides reduced by an average of 23 mg/dL when taking cinnamon and total cholesterol reduced by an average of 13mg/dL. This effect got bigger the longer cinnamon was taken over 16 weeks.
Thanks to Wide Eyed Wonderings for this image of yummy healthy foods
It doesn’t matter what size or shape you are, you can always make small changes to improve your life

For me, supplements are a way to love my body into health. They’re something I can do to make my body healthier and make my mood better.

I only take Ceylon Cinnamon because it has the least amount of coumarin which can be harmful for my liver. I also take cinnamon in small doses and not every day.

I buy Ceylon Cinnamon either from here: https://au.iherb.com/ or https://www.pipingrock.com/

Hope you enjoyed this article, and absolutely live your best life supplements or no.

None of the links in this article are affiliate links. All of the pictures are taken by me, unless otherwise noted.

F.I.R.E., Life Hacks, Uncategorised, Uncategorized

Healthy healthy fatty fatty

I have been taking Curcumin for over 12 years.

I started when I got the news that I was pre-diabetic.

At that time I weighed around 150kg, (330 pounds).

I made a lot of changes to my supplements, and some changes to my diet.

I haven’t managed to maintain any of the weightloss, in-fact I’ve put weight on.

However, 6 months later, I was no longer pre-diabetic, and I’ve had good blood sugar results since then (written in September 2022).

I buy my curcumin from: https://www.turmeric-curcumin.com/ (not an affiliate– I get no material benefit for sharing this link).

That website is basically a single product shop with a long list of quotes from scientific studies that have shown that Curcumin in small doses is beneficial to humans for disease prevention, disease management, and good health. The company ships internationally, and there are steep discounts for bulk buys.

The FDA has classified curcumin as generally safe in small doses.

The reason I take curcumin is here: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5664031/

The authors state that benefits of curcumin could include:

  • Benefit to inflammatory conditions
  • Benefit to metabolic syndrome (insulin resistance, hypergylycemia, high blood pressure, etc)
  • Could help in the management of degenerative eye conditions such as macular degeneration
  • Might have benefit to kidneys
  • Antioxident (improves systemic markers of oxidative stress)
  • Benefits to arthritis
  • Could reduce markers of brain aging and liver injury in healthy people
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My nails are stronger now

Collagen is needed for a healthy body.

This article from Healthline says that collagen may:

  • Promote heart health
  • Boost muscle mass
  • Prevent bone loss
  • Relieve joint pain
  • Improve skin health

I started taking Collagen in a tablet form around 5 years ago now.

About 6 months later, I noticed that my finger nails almost never broke any more.

Not only that, but my hair was thicker and broke less.

I also have many scars on my body, and I believe that part of the reason that my skin has been improving so much recently is because of those collagen tablets.

As an experiment, around 2-3 years ago, I stopped taking it.

I noticed that my nails decreased in thickness and my hair needed to be cut all the time.

There are many websites that talk about collagen as a potential wrinkle preventative, and that’s something I’m moderately interested in, too.

There are multiple articles on https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/ about collagen supplements. Most of them have found that small doses in long term or short term use are not harmful to humans. One meta-analysis is here: https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/30681787/

I buy my collagen from https://www.iherb.com (I am not an affiliate of this site). I haven’t found a brand I love, but I tend to buy the bottle with the most number of tablets for the cheapest price, especially if it contains vitamin C. Vitamin C helps the body to process and store collagen.

Life Hacks, Novels and Creative Writing, Trigger Warning!, Uncategorised, Unfinished Symphony

Unfinished Symphony, A Novel Chapter Two- My Life as a Dog

Well, Hi Everyone.

I finished Chapter Two!

This is the plain text version.

Gill.

Chapter Two: My Life as a Dog

My parents have given me a lot of words: terms for nature, for colours, for laughter, expressions for threats and anger, even words of reconciliation; my education has given me a lot of names for emotions, and power structures, for the art of living life as it’s meant to be lived. My parents gave me the ability to notice things that are things. And learning has given me the ability to critically analyse them.

What I lack is the ability to maintain hope and optimism throughout the darkest of judgements, voices and thoughts.

I want to live.

But how? How?

Meditation is my  lifeline. Every morning that I get up and I’m not in absolute suicidal despair I sit myself down quietly and lovingly and rehearse my day.

I start with my heart—I do it a little different every day, but I follow a similar structure. I open my heart in my imagination, and watch the green plants inside. There’s a light that swirls and streams, and I feel gratitude and kindness and happiness inside.

At these times, I know that the essence of me is just like the essence of every sentient being and the green and growing light in me is OK.

Next I do a few prana-yamas; then mindfulness for around 20mins-30mins.

After that I start to rehearse things I want to create: good health in my body, good things happening in my life, tiny moments of gladness and content. Things like holding a baby, cooking healthy food, improving at work or my university results getting better, social situations. I rehearse being in a garden with other people and working together towards a common goal. I rehearse other people’s health and happiness—Peter Cundall, Bob Brown, members of my friends and family, Julia Gillard, the Greek lady in the fish-and-chip shop. Gratitude.

I rehearse my reasons to live.

I have to say, whenever I do this, I feel good.

The good feelings pour out of my body and into my life.

And, for a while, I’m OK.

Some meditations are like a bump to my mid-section. They take my breath away.

Some ideas become sensations.

I love the feeling of life-force flowing through me with the force of a river and the will of a being that loves me intensely and wants good things for me… that feeling is like someone putting a finger on my solar-plexus and making my whole body convulse into bliss.

It may only be a thought—but it causes deep joy.

Strange, isn’t it?

Then suddenly the shames are back again. Mythical dark beings who come to my wire door to be fed but won’t let me trim their hair or de-louse them, or pet them or make friends with them. And if I get too close—their jaws clamp into my mid-section. And oh Lord do those bites hurt.

When I was growing up, we had a dog. We didn’t plan on getting a dog. A traumatised, thin, limping creature with brindled fur and soft silken ears turned up on our front step one day. My parents took him in. They paid for his food, they let my sister and I take him for walks, they even resentfully loved him. They got someone to mind him when we went away. He was microchipped according to council requirements. Occasionally he was bathed.

In summer, the flies would attack his ears. He would have 10 flies on each ear, and he’d flick his ears back, and flick them away, but the flies had learned he couldn’t do anything. In madness he’d rub his head in the dirt, but every summer he had open wounds on his ears.

I made my parents take him to the vet. I made my mother apply the cream. It didn’t help.

In winter, his fur started falling out. He had a rash on his body. His skin was red and raw and painful.

Again, I made my mother take him to the vet. He had an allergy to fleas. They gave us tablets, and frontline, and other things. It didn’t help.

He died an unhappy dog. 

To whom do I owe my silence?

What do we owe the people who love us? What do we owe the people who hurt us?

My husband’s family had a dog too. Siobhan. They bought Siobhan at a pet shop. She had an allergy to fleas, too. One day my husband and I were talking, and he enumerated the steps that his family had taken to get rid of Siobhan’s fleas. What I noticed was that someone in his family had a problem, and the whole family had gotten together and made sure that Siobhan wasn’t suffering. What I noticed was that they cared.

My husband’s family takes good care of their things. My husband’s family takes good care of their lives. My husband’s family takes good care of each other.

Who is in charge of making sure that the sentient beings we live with are healthy and protected and loved?

When I was nine or ten, I started harming myself. I’m not really sure exactly what year it was, though I remember the moments vividly. I remember my Mother finding out about it when I was around twelve. She was shocked. She was worried. She was dismayed. For three days there was distress in our house. Then she accepted it and moved on.

And twelve-year-old me was left with a razor blade and my Dad’s words ringing in my ears “let her get on with it”. 

Read Chapter One

Read Chapter Three

Read Chapter Four

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I am not a financial advisor. I do not have an AFSL. I am a chick who likes to read, think, write, and has access to google. You should treat this blog with the same seriousness that you would treat anyone whose main qualification is access to google. This blog is for entertainment purposes only. It’s a little like watching The Good Place for nerds or artists.

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