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ICE CREAM OF THE GODS?

A Review of Hotel Chocolat’s Ice Cream

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I am walking around St Albans town centre in the summer heat on my day off, when I see Hotel Chocolat. I don’t think it’s even possible to walk past one of their shops without going inside. (This might have something to do with the free samples) My partner refers to me as a “chocolate monster” so I simply can’t walk past without a cheeky taster. The flavour of the month was Mojito chocolates, not really to my taste but it’s chocolate and it’s free so…

I saw some women queuing up to buy an Ice-cream, I have probably been in Hotel Chocolat a hundred times, and never tried one of their Ice creams. The big sign read “ICE CREAM OF THE GODS” Apparently the cocoa comes from the plant Theobromacacao which translates literally as “Cocoa, food of the gods.”

The crazy fitness ED voice in my head  reads the description, “Ooh look it’s only 12% sugar” I tell myself that it is NOT the reason to try it!

The shop assistant was so friendly, she asked me if I had ever had one before, I said no. She replied “Oh they’re so good and made with roasted cocoa nibs”. I have no idea what that means but it sounds organic or something important.

So, I opted for the standard jersey milk ice cream in a tub (I’ve never been one for wafer cones, they just slow me down) I made the decision to go without the salted caramel sauce because I didn’t want to take the taste away from the main event. The ice cream is dispensed from a machine just like your standard Mr Whippy and the portion size was decent. The texture is actually quite similar too. I liked the texture, it was light and easy to eat but I just felt it was a bit plain. To sum it up, it TASTED HEALTHY, probably because it wasn’t sweet enough for me. It kind of tasted like a healthy chocolate, or maybe similar to the Beyers chocolate protein ice-cream, I just didn’t detect ENOUGH chocolate. Personally I would opt for a Mr Whippy 99p with a flake over this but maybe that’s because I have such a sweet tooth. Luckily, every purchase comes with a little 60% chocolate stick, which was pretty tasty.

“ICE CREAM OF THE GODS” Is a pretty big statement and I’m not sure I would agree! And for £3.25 I would give it a miss and buy some of their salted caramel puddles instead.

Overall 2/5

RATINGS

1/5- You would have to pay me to eat this again

2/5- I would eat it again but maybe steal it rather than buy it

3/5- I would probably buy again if I was wondering aimlessly around supermarkets

4/5- Get in ma weekly trolley

5/5- I will be dreaming about it most nights and venture across mountains to Hogwarts, where I would dual with Lord Voldemort in order to experience this magic again

BMI

BMI

BMI- BODY MASS INDEX

Or

BULLSHIT MYTH INDICATOR

The NHS defines it as a way to calculate your healthy weight, a way to measure your weight compared to your height. The calculation tells you whether you’re underweight, healthy, overweight or obese.

This is a chart detailing the bullshit:

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Let me hit you with some juicy truth nuggets:

The BMI was introduced in the early 19th century by a Belgian named Lambert Adolphe Jacques Quetelet. He was a mathematician, not a physician. I am pretty confident that the general population’s average sizes and lifestyles have changed since the 19th Century. For example, 1830 the average height for a woman was 5’1’’ and 5’5’’ for a man.

BMI ignores bone, muscle and waist size. So a large rugby player with larger muscles or bones could measure obese on the BMI scale.

It ignores body fat percentage

It doesn’t take gender into account. Women have higher body fat percentage than men. We need more body fat to regulate our hormones and have babies! We actually NEED that junk in the trunk.

Doctors seem to rely on BMI which means they are less likely to use scientific methods that are available. (Probably because it would cost the NHS more money)

In 2016, a study by UCLA concluded that tens of millions of people who had overweight and obese BMI scores were in fact perfectly healthy.

But they also found that 30 per cent of people with “healthy” BMIs were in fact not healthy at all based on their other health data.

In 1997, a decision was made by nine experts from the US National Institutes of Health to reduce the max healthy weight range from 27.8 to 25. Megan Crabbe pointed out in her book “Body Positive Power” that 8 of these 9 professionals have ties to the multi-billion dollar weight loss industry. Meaning that 39 million Americans became overweight overnight according to BMI!

This whole “one size fits all” shouldn’t be adopted by Doctors, someone’s general health should be based on each person individually. A person’s health should not be measured simply by a number on a chart! I am not completely dismissing the use of BMI, I am sure that it has some good uses?

From my own experience, BMI has become what Doctors RELY on. I went to the doctors THREE times whilst I was underweight (according to my BMI.) Because I was very lean and had large muscle percentage, my BMI wasn’t LOW ENOUGH for them to even consider that I had an Eating Disorder. They didn’t measure my body fat, they had no idea that it was dangerously low at 8%. (Women need essential fat between 10-13%)

My Doctor said my periods should come back when I am at a healthy weight. So I asked them, what weight would that be then? Out came the fucking calculator.

I believe that MY BODY will decide when I am a healthy weight. So maybe that would be when my periods return and my body fat percentage and hormones return to normal, THEN I think I can be considered to have a healthy BODY rather than a “healthy weight”.

So because of my height, I need to hit Xkg to be considered healthy?

Bitch please, I don’t need a number to tell me when my body is rockin’.

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My Story

My Story

A foodie recovering from an Eating Disorder

Let me explain…

I used to read so many blogs and articles, such as “EXERCISES TO TONE UP YOUR THIGHS” or “HOW TO BUILD THAT BOOTY IN 6 STEPS” or “FOODS TO GET YOU THAT SIX-PACK!”

Maybe eat a six pack of bread rolls and carry on with your life. These kind of articles are what fuelled my obsession with health and fitness, ultimately leading to an Eating Disorder.

I am currently recovering from a little bitch of an eating disorder. It’s called “Orthorexia”

This is the basic summary:

Orthorexia: an obsession with eating foods that one considers “healthy” and a compulsive need to exercise. Basically when enthusiasm becomes a pathological bat-shit crazy obsession.

MY STORY: The beginning of Skeletor…

In the last 26 years I have always eaten anything and everything without even THINKING about it. I never even owned any weighing scales. I once had Nandos THREE times in one day. My partner used to call me the cookie monster. I have always loved exercise, competitive sport and keeping fit for muddy races. I was always a happy person enjoying the simple things, like cheese on toast.

I have always had a good relationship with food (and the staff at Nandos)

Normal happy/sarcastic Cookie monster:

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And then one day in May 2017, I decided that I wanted to eat healthier foods. Mainly because I thought it would help my skin and I wanted that “lean” perfect body. I entered a half marathon and started training with new fitness goals. Over a period of 6 months, I became more and more strict with my “eating clean”, I was running three times a week and spending HOURS in the gym everyday. Every run HAD to be faster than the one before, I was a perfectionist in her element.

I ran my first half marathon in 1:34 and it still wasn’t fast enough.

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I started to become obsessed with my fitness and eating. I was checking restaurant menus to make sure I could eat something healthy. I was so committed to finding the best workouts and meal plans, fitness became my number one priorty over my social life. It made me feel like I was in control, and it felt good.

In November 2017, my Mum and partner started to become concerned about my appearance, saying I looked too thin. But I still had people coming up to me at the Gym saying “you look amazing, how do you get so lean? What’s your secret?” So I kept going, I didn’t listen to anyone, even when I weighed 45kg. I couldn’t stop myself obsessing, it was like I was chasing a high, a wave of adrenalin after every run and workout that felt AMAZING. Exercise became my drug and I needed my dose every day.

I started to feel down and didn’t enjoy socialising and my god, was I intolerant. Eventually my mum made me go to the Doctor, I only agreed because she actually cried. She never cries, I always thought she was a robot. They didn’t know what was wrong with me, the GP thought I was just depressed. My BMI wasn’t low enough, even though my body fat was a dangerous 7%.

The makeup weighed me down, so I didn’t blow away:

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They never thought I had anorexia because I was still eating three meals a day, I never threw up my food and I didn’t think I was fat! How could I possibly have an eating disorder?!

Skeletor by day, MAC makeup counter face by night:

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I finally knew something was really wrong when I stopped loving my cat. That furry angel could do no wrong in my eyes, but I could happily have punched him in the face.

I went to see a private GP who diagnosed me with Orthorexia (similar to Anorexia), the waiting time for treatment on the NHS is 20 weeks. 20 FUCKING WEEKS. Luckily my amazing Mum has helped me receive private treatment.

What does an Eating Disorder feel like?

Its a voice in your head that tells you “you’re not good enough” I call it the Voldemort voice (be prepared for further Harry Potter references)

It’s always feeling freezing cold

It’s waking up and 3am dripping in sweat

It’s being Intolerant and defensive to everyone and isolating yourself

My therapist says it’s like a separate part of you, like a demon inside you. And I defend it when people challenge or threaten it.

It’s having fucked up hormones and damaging your bones

If you want to know more about the symptoms of Orthorexia- I will be posting about it soon

Where am I now?

I am no longer skeletor. I am in recovery, slowly gaining weight. I run about once a week for 3 miles, I go to Pilates once a week and play Badminton with my friends. I don’t follow any diets or plans, I just want to be a sort of normal, functioning human again.

Luckily, I allowed my cat to live and I love that little face again

I MEAN LOOK AT HIM

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What have I learnt?

  • Eating Disorders come in all shapes and sizes, you don’t have to be obsessed with your weight or being “thin”. It doesn’t matter if you eat three or four meals a day. You could still have an unhealthy relationship with food and exercise.
  • My rules of life were: I must always be fit and active, I must always be busy and healthy. And if I don’t abide by these rules? Then I am fat lazy bitch that isn’t good enough. These rules aren’t achievable! I am not going to die if I spend the evening eating cake sitting on my bony arse. It’s about finding that balance.
  • People are shit scared of talking about Eating Disorders, so I like to make light of it. When they ask what I am having for dinner, I just say “dust with a side of leaf” and hope they laugh.
  • You will lose some friends and family, the Voldemort ED makes you push people away because it feels easier to isolate yourself in your protein/kale infested cave. The good ones will stick around and support you even if they don’t understand.

What I want to achieve

  • I don’t expect people to understand, but I want them to know that I havent “chosen” to be like this. Deep down I am still Meg and I am trying my best to fight this.
  • I want to raise awareness to others to stop them from becoming obsessed with health and exercise, it’s scary how quickly it can take a grip.
  • I want to help others who are struggling and know that you’re not alone. It is ok not to be OK.

Anyway, I hope you like my blog, but to be honest if you don’t like it then I am just going to keep doing it anyway because it’s fun 🙂

So, to sum up…

Waiting on the NHS list without the love and support of Carmine and my Mum:

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Me now:

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