So, as I mentioned in my last post, I would like to share with you all some of the yummy things I have learnt to cook since starting the Mediterranean Diet. At the beginning I was so overwhelmed by it all, and I was very worried I would just be eating lettuce leaves from that point on. Which is not true. I don't even think I have eaten a lettuce leaf yet! So I would like to start with something easy. I found a recipe in a Marks and Spencer cookbook I bought ages ago, called Easy Salads. It is deconstructed Chicken Fajitas and Avocado Salsa. It is amazing! So tasty, with a citrus sauce on the chicken, and you can put it with whatever bits of salad you fancy. The recipe below is based on this Marks and Spencer recipe, with my little tips and adaptations added in there to make it MS friendly.
I am sure that most MS sufferers have been told by their doctor that they should adopt the Mediterranean Diet to help ease their symptoms, external ones or internal. It was pretty much the first thing my doctor said to me. At first, I was like: 'Oh ok, that is doable. I like fish as… Continue reading The Mediterranean Diet
So, it happened. The dreaded phone call. 'Is that Sarah? We are ringing to let you know your medication will be delivered on Monday.' I was right in the middle of making lunch *dramatic eye roll* During the first week of January, after a few long chats with Doctors, Nurses and my family, I… Continue reading The Medication Game
Ah, it’s January again. How quickly it comes round. I was hoping to start the year with my diet and medication all sorted so I could view 2018 as the new ‘normal’ but that hasn’t quite happened. I have made the decision about which medication path to take and I am currently waiting for a… Continue reading New Year, New Resolutions
Welcome to Manchester Spirit, thanks for stopping by. On the 10th of October 2017, my world fell apart. The doctor turned his computer screen around to show me the pictures of my brain MRI and said 'You have MS.' It was just like it happens in films, everything seemed to slow down. I could see the doctor was talking but I couldn't hear what he was saying. It was like I had been winded, like I couldn't breath. I just stared at him blankly. 'Do you have any questions? Is there anything you want to ask?' he prompted me. I knew as soon as I opened my mouth I would cry so I just shook my head and turned to my mum, who looked as shell shocked as I felt. I stood up to leave because I didn't know what else to do, I just knew I needed to leave. And pretend this conversation had never happened.