Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Wish you were here




Once upon a time there was never a chance to miss the people you loved. You grew up in tight knit clusters of kinship, where are the branches of the family tree were inextricably intertwined. Parents, grandparents, children, siblings, cousins - hell, even cousins two and three times removed - all remained together in the one town (sometimes all under the one roof!) growing old as one, as time crept by.

These days, sadly, not so much. And what makes all the more heartbreakingly hard is trying to explain this fact to my 3.5 year old son, who seems to expect me to be able to magic up a grandparent on demand, or produce a cousin at his behest.

There literally isnt a day go by in our lives where we dont have the conversation that commences with the prefix "Mummy, I just miss...." or "Mummy I just wish (insert absentee loved one's name) was here." 

Often the only answer I can give him is "me too buddy, me too".

Because truthfully, I do feel the exact same way. I still fight the fits of fantasy that do battle with the logical part of my brain, one side petulantly lamenting the fact that everyone I love most in this world isnt living within the same community confines as well, while the other rationalises that in the age in which we live, I'm lucky we arent even more far flung than we are. I only have to look to my brother-in-law, whose kin are all 11,000 kms away to feel more than a little silly. (Note to self, being in the same country is something to be thankful for!)

But still, trying to get a child to understand that his request for Nanny & Poppy come and play for the day, or that Grandma & Grandpa collect him from school when it is impossible to produce on demand is tough. His cousins too, all of which he simply adores, are often the reason behind his missing malaise. On a daily basis almost I will be asked if we can go to their house - and I wish we all my heart we could do just that.

The older I get, the more sentimental I seem to be. I look back and recall I've survived much worse constraints of distance -  as a younger lass living it up on the other side of the world for one! But now, not having those you held nearest and dearest a short stroll or drive away splinters at my soul. Especially when I know how much Master H wants the same as me.

I hate missing people, I hate goodbyes. And I dare say my blue eyed boy is already marching to the beat of my lonesome drum too.

Of course, the flipside is the appreciation you have for your family and dearest friends. Just like the age old platitude that is often trotted out to appease, absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder.  As well, there is no chance to take for granted those you treasure, because each get together is cherished.  I'll just have to be sure I instil these values in my boy in the hope it hurts his little heart less.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Stress (Less)




“So have you had much stress in your life lately?” the kindly Doctor asked me. 

I shrugged, nonchalant: “No more than normal” came my off handed reply. He laughed and looked me in surprise. 

“Since when has stress become normal?” 

It’s all my own fault, I know. Despite the fact I am certain there is no such thing as a worry free existence (unless you are the Dalai Lama) I’m sure a whole batch of self-inflicted stress arises all thanks to my own foibles. 

Take for instance my tendency to over analyse and people please. Meaning not only am I worrying about not living up to people’s expectations, but I am dedicating a whole batch of time to I’m wondering if I am upsetting them if I am not pleasing them. I just don’t know how to be happy if everyone who is important to me is not happy. 

Throw in for good measure my constant internal battle trying to reconcile with the fact my husband’s job equates to a whole lot of time away from home; and then feeling guilty that I don’t support him enough as his job is quite stressful. He works so very hard and his down time each week is non-existent; I just wish I didn’t miss him so much and hate that I seem to be taking out my crankiness on my son when it creeps in by the end of a long day… 

Then there is the list of things out of my control that bring discomfort to my mind: like wanting to help those who don’t actually want my help. Hell, even just not being able to control every little thing in my world (because of course such a thing is actually possible *she says with youthful naivety*) stresses me out.

I know, I know, take a chill pill, right?

But even when I do get the chance to relax, I seem to have forgotten the art.

Case in point last week - I’d been fighting a cold for a fortnight, and the one day I could have legitimately rested, when Master H was at daycare and the husband at work, I still couldn’t manage it. My mind whirred constantly with the list of things I really ought to be doing: housework, job search, writing, pitching to magazines, blogging, keeping track of the monthly budget to ensure not a penny more than planned was being spent, phoning family or friends to make sure they were okay… It’s impossible to relax with a mind like mine.

But after some health advice, along the lines of “if you cup is running empty, how do you expect to be able to keep topping up others?” I’ve begun making a concerted effort to try. Stress just aint my friend. I don’t like what it has turned me into the last few weeks. It was literally hurting my body, and quite frankly, turning me into someone I did not care to be associated with.

And that’s saying something, when you don’t even like your own company much. 

Thankfully, the winds of change have already sprung up from the south. Slowly there are some shifts. And I am beginning to think there might be something to be said for The Husband's strange taste in my music, as I might just have myself a new theme song to keep me in check:

Why're you in so much hurry?
Is it really worth the worry? 
Look around. 
Then slow down. 

What's it like inside the bubble? 
Does your head ever give you trouble? 
It's no sin. 
Trade it in. 

Hang on. 
Help is on its way.
I'll be there as fast as I can. 

So I'm trading this harried head of mine in,reminding myself I am not an island. I may never quite adopt a "devil may care" attitude but I can take it down a few octaves. By switching from an anxious control freak to trusting the process a little more I'm sure the old enemy stress might just become less...

Thursday, March 22, 2012

What's your burning cooking question? PLUS Giveaway time for 4 Ingredients Fans!

Have you ever met someone who literally lights up the room with their vivacious energy, whose enthusiasm is almost contagious?

If you too have had the pleasure of meeting Kim McCosker, chef and author of the wildly successful 4 Ingredients franchise, you will no doubt agree that this lady is passion personified!

Kim’s appetite for enthusiasm appears only to be matched by her hunger to help those of us who who struggle with the constraints of time, money (and in my case, inability to follow complicated recipes!) by co-authoring the biggest selling self-published title in Australian history! And with over 10 4 Ingredients books now released, it is clear this woman knows her way around a kitchen pantry and cook-top.

After meeting Kim earlier this month at the Woolworths Baby & Toddler Club launch (Kim is a regular contributor there) I approached her close knit team and asked if I could help spread the 4 Ingredients love. Thankfully they were happy to do so, and excitedly, I can announce that next month I will be interviewing Kim, with the aim of answering all your need-to-know questions.

As you may also know, the 4 Ingredients Family are celebrating the birth of another book into their family fold. “One Pot, One Bowl” it is written with the aim of helping you “rediscover the wonders of simple, home cooked meals” and oh my, there are some drool worthy meals inside. No matter the season, this vast selection of recipes have been designed with the ultimate in convenience, without compromising on taste.

To celebrate, the gorgeous Kim has donated an autographed copy of her very latest culinary cookbook offering “One Pot, One Bowl” for one lucky reader to win.


To enter, please leave me a comment below telling me what it is you would like to know when I interview Kim next month? Is there a burning cooking query you have? Or are you after a suggestion to keep even the fussiest eaters nourished? Whatever it might be, please leave me a comment below and I’ll be sure to find out for you! (You can also have an extra entry if you RT the competition via Twitter - just be sure to leave an extra comment to let me know)


Note: competition is only open to Australian residents only. Please ensure you have a valid email address included to be contacted on if you have won. Entries will close at 12pm Sunday April 1, 2012.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

The Emerald Isle and I


The rolling green hills of Ireland
On an Irish dock, many many moons before, stood a young man with dreams as large and as full as his tattered suitcase. He’d packed up his meager belongings, been given the blessing of his Catholic family, and prepared to board the boat for the long voyage ahead. Paddy was eager to escape confines of the Emerald Isle and start afresh in the country where he’d been told riches lay in wait for those prepared to work hard to earn them.

America.

Imagine his surprise then, when he wound up in... Australia!

And that folks, heralds in the illustrious start to my family’s ancestry in Oz… How very typically Irish that poor Paddy wound up on the wrong boat and wrong continent…

Many years after this ill-fated voyage, I finally had the opportunity (thanks to those super cheap €1 flights the UK budget airlines) to pay homage to my ancestry and spend a week ensconced in the Emerald Isle – and finally find out what this so called “good craic” was that everyone spoke of!

Tell you what, it took me only 10 minutes after arriving in Dublin to get my first authentic taste of it.

Laden with my oversized backpack and daypacks, waddling along the streets of Dublin in search of my accommodation for the night, I was still very much in “London mode” ie not making eye contact or talking to strangers - basically ignoring anyone in the vicinity… Throw in the fact it was 11pm, and I was hungover thanks to too many beers in the sun at Camden Town earlier on that same day, when I was suddenly caught in the middle of a bunch or rowdy revellers, pleading with me to come have a pint or three with them at the nearest pub! They seemed oblivious to the fact I was weighed down with luggage (literally) so therefore not so much in search of a party as I was a backpackers hostel. Yet as I was to find out, when you are in Ireland, there is always the chance an impromptu party will find you anyway!

You’d be hard pressed to find a country as picturesque as Ireland, or as packed with history. Luscious rolling hills of green, more vibrant in colour than any gem greet you from every angle, and a legacy of the turbulent days of before are evident in every crumbling castle and church dotted amongst the land, and also in the face of every proud Irish local you meet.

These locals too certainly lived up to their reputation – proud, passionate people who love a pint and a laugh. I’ll never forget the driver/manager of our tour on day 1… Barrelling along the bumpy roads at a speed to make Schumacher look slow, suddenly he slammed on his breaks, shouts out the famous four letter expletive and starts shaking his head. The 14 of us on the bus, rubberneck around to see what the hell has happened, only to be greeted with Michael's mutterings of "Fucking Leprechauns......"

Whether we were pulling over to the side of the road for an impromptu game of soccer, launching our legs, hurdle-style in a Bog Trench race, climbing huge bales of hay stacked up about 5 metres high in farmer's fields on the sides of the road to get good photos, or partying the nights away in true Irish style, it was easy to understand just how at home I felt in the land where my lineage began.

I climbed the horrendously winding, narrow staircase to kiss the Blarney Stone, (and please, no comments about the fact it’s known as the local's lavatory), I stared in awe of the dramatic Cliffs of Moher, again marvelling at the exquisite craftsmanship of Mother Nature; visited Clonmacnoise, one of the most sacred monastic sites in all of Ireland, complete with authentic Celtic Crosses looming in the adjoining graveyards; caught a ferry along the winding River Shannon, took a horse and cart ride through the misty forests of Killarney (and managed to stay on this time, thankfully) and took a tour of one of the oldest whiskey distilleries in all of Ireland, and was "forced" at the end to try a drop or two of their local brew (even if it was early morning!)

So, as one who thankfully did manage to catch the correct mode of transport back out of Ireland, I can attest to the fact that the "Craic" does indeed exist in large doses in the Emerald Isle. And who knows, without poor Paddy’s little logistical error in judgement, perhaps I’d never have felt the pull to visit the past. So I’ll tip my Irish hat to that!

Kissing the Blarney Stone
In awe of the Celtic Crosses at Clonmacnoise
Basking in the beauty of the Cliffs of Moher

Friday, March 16, 2012

Announcing my sponsor for the Digital Parents Conference

As many are no doubt aware, in just 2 short weeks it will finally be time for the much anticipated Digital Parents Conference, being held in Melbourne on March 30.

Packed with panel sessions, keynote speakers and trade expos, the Digital Parents Conference represents an unparalleled opportunity for both bloggers and businesses to enjoy networking opportunities like never before!

And along with the large gathering of personal, parent and lifestyle bloggers who will have congregated to listen and learn, I can excitedly announce that thanks to the iconic Australian brand that frequents many a breakfast table, Kellogg's, I will be attending!

Besides supporting the local blogosphere, Kellogg's are also doing great things for both the community and country as a whole. Did you know all of their range of cereals are produced using Australia grown grains? Or that they have established a "Breakfast Buddies" programs to help spread the word about the importance of breakfast for our children as they learn and grow, donating cereals to eligible organisations (such as before school centres, outback and indigenous communities etc that apply online here)

I must also offer my sincere thanks to Kristyn from The Mummy K for making this possible. Without she and Kellogg's kindness and generosity I'd have been unable to attend.

And know that every time from here in that I’m trawling the supermarket shelves in search of a suitable cereal, I’ll be grabbing a box with the big ol Red K on it!

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Words - what's your personal anthem?


Edenland's Fresh Horses Brigade
Words.

No surprises here that I am a big fan of them.
It's when you string together these sounds and shape them into a song, that is when they hold their most strength and energy.
Powerful lyrics have a place in all our lives. Who hasn't had a theme song at some stage in their life? Sure it may change over time (I know I've had a few) but the most recent one to have held a place in my musical heart came about because of this:

Standing under burning bright cobalt sky in December 2010, a stone's throw from the stunning Sydney Harbour, I one of the lucky few thousand people see Oprah live in Australia. With the sun shining down on my shoulders, the energy from the crowd was already electric. I was living a long held dream, being in the midst of my ultimate and most inspiring celebrity crush, and was determined to make this moment a turning point in my life.

Next up, a veteran rocker was to take the stage. And it was when he began to belt out this tune, while I stood, screamed and shouted every verse with all the renewed vigour of someone who had been reborn that I knew I'd found mine. And its been my personal pump up anthem ever since:


Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake
Luck ain't even lucky
Got to make your own breaks

It's my life
And it's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive
'Cause it's my life

Better stand tall when they're calling you out
Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down

It's my life
And it's now or never
'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
(It's my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just want to live while I'm alive


Image from here
(linking up with the amazing Eden Riley again this weekend - check out her Fresh Horses Brigade here

Friday, March 9, 2012

My Lullaby...

Sometimes I wonder what it is you're thinking
As you drift towards sleep

Could it be you have an inking
That this mother's love run's deep?

As your eyelids finally flutter
And ease shut for the night

There is one thing you will never have to wonder
That I'll always be here to make things right.

So I leave you with one last cuddle and kiss
And a promise whispered in your ear

As you float towards that dream filled abyss
My heart will forever hold you near


Thursday, March 8, 2012

The Birth of the Woolworths Baby and Toddler Club

(LtoR: Catriona Rowntree, me, Maria from Mums Word
Fiona from My Mummy Daze and Kim McCosker from 
4 Ingredients) - photo courtesy of dec PR
Sitting amongst a divine array of mouth-watering High Tea delicacies that dotted the tables at the Sir Stamford Hotel in Sydney, and a stone’s throw away from the iconic Opera House, another symbol Australia’s heritage, "Woolworths The Fresh Food People" were preparing for a very special delivery to take place - parenthood.

Like any other expectant parents-to-be, Woolies of course wanted to mark the occasion. What better way than to throw a baby shower to launch their newly established online community The Baby and Toddler Club? (https://woolworthsbabyandtoddlerclub.com.au)

Gathering together contributors (including such food icons as Kim McCosker, the wildly successful author behind the 4 Ingredients franchise), journalists, clients, and bloggers, Woolworths and their dedicated PR team wanted to unveil their parent related project with pizazz. And who better to do this than well-known mother of two Catriona Rowntree?

After entertaining us with her own trials of motherhood (and thank goodness even celebrities have babies who prefer their parent’s bed to their own!) the launch soon officially commenced and I have to say, I was suitably impressed.

photo courtesy of dec PR
While I am sure many may be thinking world wide web is already suffering from an over-abundance of child related websites, you do see a difference on the Woolworths Baby and Toddler Club.

The distinction is that this site truly is a one stop shop for parents. With one click you land in an environment that can not only offer advice on how to manage (and hopefully alleviate) your infant’s teething issues, your toddler's tantrums and even assist your struggles with conception, but you also have at your fingertips access to over 120 recipes (which will be continually refreshed on a monthly basis).  That is certain to translate into tickling the taste buds of even the most fussy child, as well as cater to the time poor.

They also have on hand an impressive array of experts to ease those never ending fears we face as parents.  These include notables such as Dr. Ginni Mansberg (also a respected journalist, and most importantly - a mother); Mark Livingstone (Deputy Medical Director, Genea, formerly Sydney IVF), Emma Sutherland (of Eat Yourself Sexy fame) and of course the inspirational Kim McCosker from 4 Ingredients who wants to ease your cooking woes.

However, what I like most (being the budget conscious consumer that I am) is that there are also tangible rewards on offer. Members enjoy access to exclusive savings, and thanks to fact we reside in a digital age which captures your relevant information, you only receive offers that are tailored to your needs, not merely a one size fits all approach.

As Catriona acknowledged, “Woolworths Baby and Toddler Club is more than a website – I like to think of it as an online mothers’ group, but for dads too! It offers Australian mums and dads a hugely supportive online environment and community which celebrates parenthood – the biggest everyday reward of all”.

We can never have too much support as we negotiate this wild ride that is motherhood. Woolworths understands this. See for yourself, log on to their Baby and Toddler Club by clicking here and become a member (especially easy to do if you have an existing Everyday Rewards card!). I have a feeling I’m going to be glad I did just that.


Although an invited guest at the launch of the Woolworths Baby and Toddler Club I was in no way obligated to write this post. All opinions are purely my own.

Monday, March 5, 2012

5 Parenting Lessons No Book Ever Prepared Me For

Image from here
I’m a reader. And as such, as I embarked on my path to parenthood, I devoured just as many “textbooks” on this subject as I did blocks of Cadbury’s chocolates. But nowhere do I recall anyone mentioning the following five home truths of parenting which appear to be my stumbling blocks on this marathon of motherhood on a daily basis.

1. IT IS EASIER TO WRESTLE A CROCODILE THAN CLEAN THE TEETH OF MY TODDLER

I’m quite certain this is my most dreaded task of the day. And goddamn it does have to fall twice a day so that just when I have recovered from the morning’s histrionics it is time for the night-time dental dual to commence. Some days the combination of his refusal to have it done, coupled with his inability to both stand still and open his mouth wider than a 5 cent piece send me completely insane. So much so I am sure the neighbours must brace themselves for teeth cleaning time as much as I. Think the sound of a capacity packed stadium of obsessed English footy fans when a ruling doesn't go their way. I am on par with those decibels by the end of this endeavour.


2. HE WILL NEVER EVER EVER ADMIT HE IS TIRED EVEN WHEN HIS EYELIDS ARE DROOPING SHUT AND DROOL IS POOLING IN THE CORNER OF HIS MOUTH
Still he will soldier on, attempting to slay any sleep demons that threaten to cease activity on his day. I’m not sure what he think’s he is going to miss out on while he’s off in the land of nod. No wild parties or late nights spent watching back to back Disney re-runs are happening in his absence. Basically I want to do the same thing I'm demanding of he - SLEEP.

3. THE ART OF PUTTING SHOES ON MY SON REQUIRES ALL THE DIPLOMACY OF THE UNITED NATIONS AND ALL THE SKILL OF A BRAIN SURGEON
I get it; my son is a precious and peculiar kid with obvious issues and idiosyncrasies. But nonetheless getting his shoes to fit in the manner he deems acceptable is like scooping the pool at Lotto. I.e. I am yet to bring home the big novelty cheque on this one. 


Too tight, too loose, but never just right. I'm also yet to decipher the science behind why one day it only takes two attempts to perfect it and others sees me trying 7 times to achieve the flawless foot fitting he craves. All I do know is that some days I dont want to go ANYWHERE because I am drained at the mere thought of the shoe fight that lays in wait, or the fact he'll see fit to kick them off the minute we are in the car and on our way. And thus the war of attrition begins again...

4. CLEANLINESS ISNT NEXT TO GODLINESS WHEN THERE IS A 3 YEAR OLD ABOUT
.
Hate cleaning, love having cleaned has usually been my mantra. But curse the Gods of Cleanliness and Irony, the same day I’ve mopped the floors he will decide to knock over a sticky glass of orange juice. Or drop an icypole. Or stand and walk on discarded shards of mashed potatoe and leave a snail trail throughout the house. Or miss the toilet bowl when he pees... The list is endless. Spring cleaning is now on hiatus until he is about 15.

5. ALL YOUR MEALS ARE COOKED, YOUR CLOTHES ARE CLEANED, YOU ARE FERRIED ABOUT EVERYWHERE, AND LIFE REVOLVES AROUND YOU 
Seriously, what is not to like? You’ve got no responsibility other than to look after your own toys (though even that proves to be Mission Impossible – case in point is the missing Raoul Ceroul race car from Cars 2 which has vanished along with my teeth cleaning patience). Yet some days you want to fight me at every turn. The other night you threatened “but I will go and stay at someone else’s house” because I told you I wasn’t running a restaurant and therefore wouldn’t be serving you up Chicken Schnitzel 7 nights a week. 

So if you happen to be in the neighbourhood around teeth cleaning time, or see my son barefoot on any occasion in public do not hold it against me. It's quite likely my limits of patience will have been exhausted (along with me). Sure, I’ll look (and sound!) like the skanky, couldn’t care less mother who takes no pride in the appearance of her child but for the sake of my sanity some days, I'll cop that.

And if you are someone who DOES cook chicken schnitzel 7 nights a week, please do let me know. I have a potential house guest for you who you'll make very happy...

Saturday, March 3, 2012

The Song; The Sign

well we know I'm going away
and how I wish - I wish it weren't so
so take this wine and drink with me
let's delay our misery

save tonight and fight the break of dawn
come tomorrow - tomorrow i'll be gone


Sometimes there is so much more to a song than some clever lyrics and cool riffs.

Sometimes they are a sign that your guardian angel is just letting you know they around; that they are acknowledging the major milestones in your life or reminding you that while they are out of sight, they don't have to be out of mind. It's like being enveloped in the arms of an angel - literally.

When my husband and I lost our mutual friend Adam in 2001, the song that was played at his funeral was “Save Tonight” by Eagle Eye Cherry. And even though I was a heartbroken friend too far from home when it happened, that song has haunted me ever since. But after a decade of spookily significant times in which I've heard it play I know know better.

It's a sign.

Don’t believe me? Then explain this…

The day my husband was to propose to me (which was unbeknownst to me at the time) we set off for a day trip to Dreamworld. And as he switched on the ignition, guess which song was the first to filter through the car? Save Tonight

Or the day I found out I was pregnant… Deciding I needed to check the weather forecast before heading off to my Doctor’s appointment, I switched on the radio. And whaddaya know, what fills the air but the very same Eagle Eye Cherry song…

Then there was the aftermath of my beautiful Nan’s funeral... Fresh from leaving her graveside, with tears that spilled freely, I sat in the car and said a special prayer that I hoped she was now being reunited with my Pop and her lost children in heaven. At that moments Adam’s song came on in the car... To me it was such an immediate sign of recognition that she was now safely in the same place as he. And it was as if he was answering the very question I'd just pondered quietly in my own mind.

Three years in a row I heard this Eagle Eye Cherry tune at Easter, which was the last time I saw Adam. Or I'll hear it on my birthday, as if passing a message of well wishes from beyond.

And finally, in October of last year, as a large crowd of Adam’s friends congregated on the Gold Coast to commemorate 10 years since we farewelled our shaggy haired friend, we were cruising through Surfers, en route to check into our accommodation when The Husband started flicking through random radio stations. Finally he settled on a choice. And as one song finished and seamlessly segued into the next, you can guess by now which lyrics were now filling our car. Yep, Save Tonight, the song I only EVER hear on these significant occasions that Adam would have wanted to be part in.

Each time I hear it, I'm always overcome. There's the intense reflection on how much I miss this treasured friend, but these days too I find myself now also encountering a dash of happiness, knowing now that its more than just mere coincidence. It's Adam's way of checking in, to let us know there might be a realm of heaven and earth between us but that he continues to watch over we who've been left behind. From on high, he likely has the best view of all. And this song, this sign, is the way he tells me he really isn't missing anything at all.

It ain't easy to say goodbye
Darling please don't start cry
'Cause girl you know I've got to go
Lord I wish it wasn't so

Save tonight
And fight the break of dawn
Come tomorrow
Tomorrow I'll be gone


(Uber blogger Eden has again sparked this post thanks to her weekly "Fresh Horses meme- if you are curious to read other's take on "signs" click here)

Friday, March 2, 2012

Fat Free TV and what it means to me

We all do it.

(Well, at least those of us willing to admit it).

The good ol’ electronic babysitter, Nanny Samsung if you will, who has been often charged with the task of keeping a child amused in name of (a) necessity as you try to work or get household chores done about three times as fast as when you have a child hanging off one leg as you vacuum or (b) for a little slice of heaven sent peace after a chaotic day.

Lord knows I fall into both camps often.

It wasn’t until I was invited to attend the Cancer Council’s launch of the awesome new initiative “Fat Free TV” that it dawned on me that while I monitor the subject matter of the television show my child is being exposed to, the ads were something completely overlooked by me. 
Imagine my surprise then to see that so many children's programs are in the midst of an epidemic of unhealthy advertising plaguing our TV screens!

And don’t get me started about the irony that abounds between the tenuous relationship between sport and advertising (the number one culprit, for example, is Saturday AFL).  Its scary to think that our nation of sports adoring children, who, if they ate everything that they saw on the ads during this broadcast, would consume 7 times more fat and 4 times more sugar than the daily recommended intake!  And who seriously believes that elite sportsmen, such as the Australian Cricket team, really eat a triple bacon burger and a side of fries from KFC, as the ads would make you believe?
“Fat Free TV” then can become a great tool for savvy parents who might be concerned about this subject. All you need to do is log onto this extremely user friendly website (www.fatfreetv.com.au) and see how your child’s selection of favourite shows rates.

And I should add, I’m not telling you what to watch or not watch, only that we probably could be a bit more mindful. Use the fatfreetv website for yourself to see, leave a message of support or follow the links to express your opinions a little more loudly.  Who knows, it may even save you a temper tantrum in the chocolate aisle of the supermarket and I for one am all in favour of that!