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Meal Kits are Complete Bullshit

When all of those first free meal box cards kept showing up in my packages, I thought that they sounded pretty neat. A box of food delivered right to your door with a nice little recipe attached. How cute. Then, I looked into them and realized just how flippin’ expensive — and stupid — they are.

As someone who knows how to cook, and knows her way around a grocery store, I couldn’t fathom the idea of paying $40+ for a box of food just for one meal. Why wouldn’t I just order some yummy take-out for that kind of cash and not have to cook? I shook my head in disbelief and threw the card away.

Then, the advertising went full blast as covid hit us all. Why leave your house when you can get all of your groceries delivered right to your door! Well, because we’re not all millionaires and you can curb-side pick-up damn-near anywhere for groceries? The commercials rang out, one, in particular, stating that they were cheaper than buying groceries. I’m not sure where they get their numbers from, and I really don’t want to know where they get their food from if they’re claiming they’re cheaper than heading to a grocery store. I have a hard time buying this idea because one meal at the grocery store won’t cost you upwards of $30–50 and won’t come with shipping fees. Plus, have any of you heard of sales?

Now, there are cheaper options, for sure, but only if you’re buying one meal, and definitely if you’re just choosing a vegetarian option. Most services state that they cost just under $10 per person. Again, if you go to the grocery store you can buy more food for that price. You also will only be able to eat that one portion, meaning that leftovers are out of the question, especially if you are a person who eats more than the designated portion. That would equal just more snacking in our house.

I know, I know, I sound like a cheap, grouchy old lady. And, I am. But, I’m also aghast that this took off so fast. How lazy have we become as a society that we can’t go to the grocery store and whip up a quick meal? You can make a healthy supper in less than 30 minutes; there is no need to get fancy for every meal. And, before y’all come for me screaming about sports and working hours and not enough time in the day. I get it. The box is still stupid, as you still need to cook. If you’ve time to follow directions from a fancy meal card and add even more garbage to the world with individual packaging, you have time to make a super easy meal that you bought from the grocery store.

The price isn’t the kicker for me, although it’s — clearly — a sore spot. It’s the waste. Everything is packaged when you get a meal kit. When, as a society, we’re trying to move away from plastic packaging, it just doesn’t make sense to be ordering more plastic through the mail. Some, as I’ve been told by friends, have switched to more environmentally-friendly packaging, but packaging thus the same. For all of you die-hard meal kit-ers out there, this next part will make you happy.

Though it’s a nightmare for the environment, meal kits aren’t necessarily as evil as I thought they were when compared to grocery shopping. Apparently, grocery shopping can emit more emissions. Emphasis on can. The main culprit is food waste. The easy fix? Stop buying so much and only buy what you need. Freeze or dehydrate what you won’t be able to use in time. It’ll save you from wasting food and will save you money. This emissions statistic also take into consideration driving to the grocery store, except…are you only eating meal kits 24/7? Surely, you would have to go to the grocery store for breakfasts and lunches, snacks, soap, perishable items like milk or yogurt. Also, what if you don’t drive to the grocery store and can walk, or bike?

This is just more sneaky marketing, telling you that a box full of food that’s been shipped from who-knows-where is better than going to the grocery store. Yes, certain parts of it can be greener for the environment, but it’s not the whole picture. The greener options also lean towards buying more vegetarian meal kits (although they do take into consideration the meat ones, too), which is something you can easily do if you head to a grocery store. The produce section is always front and center when you walk in.

You also get what you get. Meaning you can’t pick out your favourite brands of meat or vegetables. You can’t support that local farmer you love. I like my particular brands of food, as there are just tastier options out there. I also like to support my local farmers, instead of having my food shipped in from any place I know nothing about. Even if there are boxes that support farmers from your country, do you like their practices? Are they regenerative farmers? Do they care about the environment and their animal’s well-being? Worse, are the farmers involved in factory farms? Domestic doesn’t automatically mean good.

Want to still buy a meal kit? Try one from your local market. There are tons out there that are doing a couple of weekly meal kits prepared by their staff, and use the ingredient you love, know, and trust. Plus, you get to help out a local business.

The moral of this long-winded rant? Meal kits are stupid. If you’re just learning how to cook, and are unsure of what to buy, then buying a few boxes to get you started can be helpful. Then again, you can just open up one of these old things we call cookbooks and check out the ingredients list there, too.

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Why we Need to Talk About Pain Management for Women. Now.

I’ve been a woman for a few decades now, but I am just beginning to realize how absolutely abysmal so many things are for us.

The top of the list for me right now?

Pain management or the lack of any type of management. As someone who has suffered from chronic pain for nearly two decades, I know a thing or two about pain. And about doctors, essentially brushing off my complaints and not helping put in place any preventative measures.

A nurse in the ER, 15 years after I dealt with my pain, was the first to tell me what I needed to ask my doctor for and to get taken seriously. The worst is that my doctor is one of the ‘good’ ones.

I’ve had doctors tell me to lose weight in order to feel better (not an altogether horrible idea, but one that is impossible when you are stuck in a chronic pain vicious circle). And doctors who gave me wicked pain meds and those who gave me absolutely nothing. Like everything in life, it’s a bit of everything rolled into one.

Some of you may be thinking, — well, you received pain medication when needed from one doctor — that’s great!’

Sure, it really is.

He didn’t hesitate to prescribe something stronger when I stated the basic T3s did absolutely nothing for my body. But he was also the one who stated that losing a bit of weight would — magically — fix my migraine issues. What an amazing tip from a neurologist.

Women’s medical issues are hardly taken seriously for many out there, including pain management, especially when it comes to anything regarding our reproductive organs.

The other day, while perusing Reddit for a little love-hate reading, I had the lovely privilege of reading some man’s rant about his vasectomy and how he didn’t receive adequate pain meds. What he wanted were T3s and all he was given was Tylenol or Advil. This was an absolute atrocity.

Could you imagine? Having a small procedure and only being given Tylenol or Advil for the pain?

He wondered why the doctor wouldn’t prescribe a few different drugs that would help so much better with the horrible pain he was feeling. I’m paraphrasing, of course. Another man chimed in with a hilarious tale of his own procedure and said that the freezing didn’t take on one side.

He was given the option of being put under and taken to hospital or to just deal with it for the next Itty Bitty amount of time it would take. He chose to deal with it as it would take only a minute, quite literally, and he said he felt okay with the pain.

While his story made me laugh with his small anecdotes on the procedure, I wondered why one doctor would send a patient to the hospital to be put under for a very short, non-invasive procedure, while my own ob-gyn never brought up anything of the like when I had a short, but more invasive procedure done in her office. I remember crying on the way home as the freezing wore off, surprisingly quickly, trying to sit on my one side that didn’t have searing pain, while safely driving.

I wasn’t told to rest for a week and take it easy. I wasn’t told to take as much Advil and Tylenol as I could muster to get through the pain. I wasn’t told much of anything except that it may need to be redone or checked on at a later date.

This is an ob-gyn that I trust and who is an extremely good and professional doctor, and yet, there was zero pain management given. It was like it was never a thought.

And, therein lies the difference between what happens when a male gets a procedure done and a female gets a procedure done.

The second man, the less whiney of the two, was offered a full show of everything the doctor could give him, while women are often left to just deal with anything that happens.

Weird how no woman I know has ever been given the option to be put under when they need their vagina sewn back up after tearing from delivering their child.

Weird how I’ve read about some women being given stitches before actual freezing happens after birth.

Weird how no woman I know has ever been given proper pain management after a c-section or a particularly hard vaginal birth — both of which are much harder procedures than a simple vasectomy.

Yes, birthing is natural. Yes, you can do it without medication. I’m not going to lie, for me, it wasn’t as painful as I thought, but still way more painful than I thought it would be. That’s not the norm, though, and everyone has their own pain tolerance, as the two vasectomy examples above can show. You can do a lot of things without pain management, but should you?

I was, and still am, for non-medicated births for a myriad of reasons, even though I ended up using some narcotics during my labour.

When I was explaining to my sister-in-law why I didn’t want the epidural or much of anything else they give you for labour, her response wasn’t the standard ‘you don’t get a gold medal for doing it without medication’ bullshit.

It was that none of the options seemed that great or helpful. This hits the nail on the head so much better than that ‘subtle’ shaming you’ll get in mom groups.

We’ve gone from all-natural births with knowledgeable midwives and women helping other women to drugging the shit out of women in a sort of half-assed attempt at helping women with the pain during childbirth. From wickedly strong drugs causing the women to lose consciousness, yet still conscious enough to thrash about hurting themselves.

To the use of the widely accepted epidural, which lots of women praise, and many loathe for multiple reasons: you can only get it during a certain window of time; it may only work on one side; the possibility of a spinal headache; and the fact that you cannot feel your lower half, the part that you need to get the baby out. For lots of women, staying flat on their back is an absolute ‘no’ as it does not allow them to move as the body intends. You won’t be able to feel when the best time to push is and pushing far too hard, allowing for the possibility of worse tearing.

And, this is mess of drugs that are supposed to work, but don’t help completely, is just for childbirth, never mind the countless women who have issues trying to get doctors to take their pain seriously in other areas of life.

Women are barely treated as humans when it comes to birthing and postpartum care. The focus is solely on the baby, leaving a near-complete lack of care for the mother. Anyone who has been pregnant can remember the, approximately, seven billion appointments and blood tests that need to be done to make sure that baby is okay. Ask her how many tests or appointments are made after the baby is born? One. One single ‘check-up’, where the main topic is birth control and, usually, lasts for less than 15 minutes.

We’re either told to be jacked up so high on drugs that paralyze you so you can barely move during labour, which isn’t beneficial to your body or the birthing process, or to just grin and bear it. Until the re-emergence of midwives and doulas becomes more mainstream, there is rarely an in between to be found.

While the male in the second vasectomy story also had the epidural wear off, like lots of women experience, he was given far more options for the pain than most women are even told about. Where are these options for women? Why was the first male’s pain tolerance ignored when talking about after-care? All parties should have adequate pain management for themselves.

The fact is, that no matter how far women have come in the world and how many times they have had to claw back their own rights, men are still treated better than women in most cases, especially in healthcare.

Like the many women who have gone through hell and back birthing their child and are told to just deal with the afterpain. Even if breastfeeding is not an option and there is no way pain medication can get into the baby’s bloodstream.

Or, the woman who has been trying to get countless doctors to take her severe menstrual pain, head pain, stomach pain, or any pain seriously. The healthcare system is failing women find relief.

If it weren’t so sad, it would be laughable that someone receiving a procedure that takes minutes with adequate freezing complains that over-the-counter medication isn’t good enough.

While most women are suffering after many longer procedures with nary pain management or given wild options that may give them not-so-great side effects. We need to start taking women’s pain seriously and work with them to find a suitable option for their bodies.

Let’s do better for women. Let’s do better for everyone.

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Can I Work in a Social Media Age?

I don’t think I can be the type of person that Instagram needs you to be.

I don’t like reels. I honestly do not enjoy videos and would rather read, or look at static images.

I don’t make any stories.

I have no schtick.

It’s just me. Take it or leave it.

It’s why, though I made up a handle for this blog because, you know, marketing and all that jazz, I have yet to post. I don’t want to taint who I am, what this blog is all about. I don’t want to stress over the perfect photo for Instagram (even though it seems very rare that people actually post real photos anymore…the whole thing I absolutely loved about Instagram) and what great marketing campaign I should use.

I don’t want to end up worrying about posting the right stuff and falling down the rabbit hole of listicles and the like. There’s nothing wrong with listicles; I actually enjoyed writing a few of them. You’ll find some type of listicle-styled posts here every so often because easily broken down information is fun, and at times, feels right. But, I don’t want it to be the only thing this blog is about. Social media and click-bait titles.

Perhaps it’s not the best way of thinking when you want to make money from your craft, and who doesn’t want to make a little something something from what they love to do? But, when you need to be true to yourself, to your vision, it makes it a little harder.

I’ll end up posting on Instagram soon, I know. As soon as my flowers start blooming and the world looks shiny and new, again, I’ll get excited and feel the need to share what I see with the world. Who knows what that will look like, but I’m trying my bestest not to worry about it. Everything about this blog is focused on intuition. I may not have posts about it now, but intuition is my favourite piece of advice for everyone. Go with your gut and all that.

Besides, you can always, like Ross says, pivot.

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The World Feels like it’s Spinning out of Control

I never used to be this scared. This anxious. I used to go head first into things, thinking I was invincible, that I could do absolutely anything if I just put my mind to it. I’ve lost that, and while some of it is my own fault, I’m going to selfishly put the blame on the entire world.

This world that we live in feels so absolutely chaotic I sometimes wonder how we will survive another day. Gas prices, food prices, housing, it’s all going up, up, up, while wages stay stagnant or they rise slightly and then inflation sets in, resulting in zero progress.

The threat of nuclear war is, once again, on our doorsteps as Putin unravels a little more every day, desperate to win a war that — almost — everyone is aghast he started in the first place.

A pandemic ripped through the entire world, bringing the economy and everyone to their knees. We found out just how reliant we are on certain countries to keep us in our Amazon orders. We found out that some people will believe absolutely anything if it’s spewed on Facebook or Instagram. We also found out how strong science can be. Sometimes, the spinning leads to some good things.

More shootings happened in America, and will obviously continue to happen as everyone clutches their guns tightly to their chests, screaming of ‘freedom’ as they bury children who didn’t deserve a single one of these horrific moments.

Still in America, women’s rights are being taken away at alarming rates. The most ‘free’ country in the world always felt constricting to me, but now it’s reverted back to times most of us have only read about in history books.

We learned, or re-learned, of a dark, dark past with the Canadian government and Indigenous children. Some schools seemed to have taught it (I remember this from elementary/middle school social studies), while others buried the history.

Every day a new poison comes to light. This will kill you, now. That will kill you, now. Check everything vintage for lead, but also don’t buy new stuff. Plastic will drown us all, vegetarian is the way to go, but also an environmentally friendly diet that includes meat is great, but don’t forget a new kind of milk, but it takes more water to make, but try the vegan butter, but it contains palm oil.

Our weather is turning on us, creating horrible disasters that are the norm. After two years of intense drought in my region, I second-guessed vacationing in France this year as they experience horrible drought conditions. The fact that this is the new normal kept my plane ticket active. I’ve also gotten pretty good at water conservation, so I guess that’s helpful when another person is selfishly added to a country.

All of this is happening, and we’re becoming desensitized to it all. Just like the start of the pandemic, which had me in tears as I read about people dying in Italy, and yet if you fast forward to only a few months later, seeing that only 10 people died of covid in my province didn’t seem so bad.

Yes, while I’ve listed a complete shitshow above, a lot of horrible things have happened throughout time. We really don’t need to look very far, it’s happened time and time again, and will clearly keep happening because humans are the most destructive animal on this planet. My father-in-law remembers having to duck and cover under his desk due to nuclear threats. We’ve seen many wars in the past 150 years. We’ve seen the Depression. We’ve seen times where women didn’t have the right to vote or own land or do anything. We’ve seen more than one pandemic. This is not new, and yet, it feels so powerfully heavy. Social media and constant news may be the culprits of this as we are constantly connected and aware of what is happening, and, yet, something feels different. It feels more ominous as time goes on. The future hasn’t looked bright in a long time, and some of that may be on my own outlook, my pessimism, and my anxiety. But, a lot has to do with yet another round of history repeating itself and one too many revolutions needing to be fought.

I’ve no easy answers to all of this, as there rarely is one to encompass everything, but we need to do better. As humanity, as a community, as the world. What other animal destroys their own happiness and their own home so easily, so readily? We need to grow up, look in the mirror, and wonder if this is really what we want our lives to look at. Because I’m sick of feeling scared of the future, scared of my daughter’s future. The future should always contain hope, always look bright, even if that light is barely peaking through.