Sunday, June 12, 2016

THIN - A movie review, but more of an opinion about this kind of treatment for eating disorders.

This film is more of a glimpse into a flawed recovery program than it is on eating disorders themselves. I was completely shocked at the way these women and girls were treated. I am very curious as to what the recovery rate of Renfrew Center is. Having personal experience with my own eating disorders, the tactics I saw used by some staff members are just largely ineffective. These methods are no way to get through to anyone or to help them gain lasting change. My heart goes out to these girls and women who come into the facility with various states of instability to begin with, then being subjected to more by the way they are treated, basically like prisoners. From the time they walk in they are searched and later there is a level of interrogation that I find quite disturbing. The staff are well meaning people but may really want to rethink their strategy. It is my opinion that this facility may be causing further psychological damage and could be considered abusive. At one point a patient named Polly is called "a bad seed" during a staff meeting. The staff then kicked her out thinking it would benefit the other patients. Wow! I was left feeling at a loss for Polly the other girls... Absolutely sad.
There is intricate strategy and layers of reasoning behind an eating disorder. In addition, a specific set of beliefs and patterns of behavior to be undone and redirected. Above all, treating people with respect and dignity is paramount in their recovery. True rehabilitation happens a person has been empowered to make healthy decisions for themselves. A person is much less likely to achieve empowerment with an authoritarian method of treatment. As demonstrated in the film, the treatment program pits people against each other creating unhealthy alliances and power struggles. I have seen that kindness, understanding, as well as respect are a few of the most effective tools in working to rehabilitate people. “The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.” — Henry Miller
In loving memory of Polly, who passed away in 2008

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Metal Health Kitchen! Cherry Vanilla Shake!

Enjoy this episode of The Metal Health Kitchen! Let me know if you make this recipe and if you like it :)

Monday, November 30, 2015

Mango Sorbet - Healthy and Delicious

Hello! Happy to Share my new series of healthy treats! This is a big passion of mine. You do not have to give up dessert while staying healthy!

Thanks for watching!

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Amanda's Apple Sauce

Hello! Today I want to share a my healthy version of an old family recipe for the holidays!

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Beauty Series: Nature

Though I live in the city, nature has always been my first love. It endures through the cracks of the sidewalks. It perseveres by buckling roads and growing over buildings. It is the most amazing thing I know. I can sit quietly for hours just observing her contently. I am always at home and never judged in nature because that is where I am from; from where we all originate.
As a child I lived in the country across from a field filled with vernal pools, which were alive with frogs, bugs, and mosses; it was all a wonder to me. I watched the stages of a frog’s life; from eggs, to tadpoles and the legs they eventually grew, and then to beautiful little frogs. I remember during the tadpole stage I would stand in the water, nearly up to my knees, and the schools of tadpoles would rush around my feet and legs. It was an amazing feeling.
There was a large oak tree which had branches that reached the ground. It had a large hole in it that used to be a home for honey bees. I would climb it bare foot, up to a place where no one else could go. I’d sit for a while listening to the wind and the birds.
I adored all of the animals. I would look under rocks and old tree limbs on the ground, for snakes, lizards, salamanders, or bugs; they were are so beautiful and fascinating. The neighbor boys thought I was crazy as I would let garden spiders and barn spiders crawl onto my hand. Many people do not find the same beauty in a cockroach as they do in a butterfly, but I do; they are the same to me.

So here is to my home, nature:

Start a revolution!