Uberdacious E-Book

Simone Santivari

• Herausgeber: Clink Street Publishing
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 87

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Simone Santivari has a passion for food and healthy living that inspires everyone around her. Uberdacious: Eat Yourself Healthy is the culmination of thirty years of fun and culinary creation in her kitchen, exploring the possibilities for a predominantly macrobiotic diet. Her cooking uses simple whole foods and largely organic ingredients, removing refined products and using only natural sugars, like fruit. Much of Simone's approach has been inspired by her loving husband, James, who has multiple sclerosis, and for whom Simone always strives to develop the best dishes to support James's health and wellbeing. Anyone wishing to take responsibility for their own health will benefit from Simone's approach. Her simple but delicious recipes and snacks are accompanied by advice and information on natural remedies and holistic treatments. Stories about food, life and Simone's great loves are dotted throughout this vibrant cook book, and Simone hopes that her recipes and approach to healthy living will help every reader become even more Uberdacious!

Leseprobe

ÜberdaciousLiving

BySimone Santivari

London | New York

Published by Clink Street Publishing 2016

Copyright © 2016

First edition.

The author asserts the moral right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act1988 to be identified as the author of this work.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in aretrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the priorconsent of the author, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or coverother than that with which it is published and without a similar condition beingimposed on the subsequent purchaser.

ISBN:E-Book: 9781911110842

Disclaimer

It is advisable to check with your doctor before embarking on any exercise program. Yoga should not be considered a replacement for professional medical treatment; a physician should be consulted in all matters relating to health and particularly in respect of pregnancy and any symptoms which may require diagnosis or medical attention. While the advice and information in this book are believed to be accurate and the step-by-step instructions have been devised to avoid strain, neither the author nor the publisher can accept any legal responsibility for any injury sustained while following the exercises.

I would like to thank my parents, Margaret and Simon Thomasfor all they have given me and my husband James for makingit possible for me to write this book, for his tireless support andconfidence in me; for without him this would have been animpossible task. Also many thanks to Jay and Aliyah, our children.

  Table of Contents

Introduction

Spreading My Wings, Doing Teenage Things

Making Music

Me - Myself - Health

Coming Out Of The Woods (Motherhood)

Competition Queen, Reigns Supreme!

Action! Shoot! Smile For The Camera!

Love and Marriage

40 Maze Hill

Living With Disability(Finding Inner Sensitivity)

Healthy Eating

Flexible Mind, Flexible Body

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Introduction

It is after a lot of reflection, contemplation, and hesitation that I am finally putting pen to paper. I guess the hardest part when writing a book is getting started. I have so many thoughts and ideas, but most importantly, I want to inspire the reader, not to follow me, but to open the doors to their own mind, explore their own creativity, learn as much from others about life and to see that the universe is here to give us as much as we choose to give it and each other.

I have been fortunate to have met many great teachers and they come in all shapes, sizes, and guises. I hope that I will always be a student of life and be forever curious and willing to learn. We have such an abundance of everything on our wonderful planet Earth, for which I am eternally grateful and endeavour to try to give back each day, where possible. This book is one way in which I can do this, and part of the income from publishing will be donated to charity.

Simone

chapter1

Spreading My WingsDoing Teenage Things

I feel greatly blessed and thankful to my parents Margaret and Simon Thomas that from the ages of 11 to 14, I was trained by former British gymnastics champion Margaret Bell, and part of my training as a member of the elite group with my club led to me going to what was formerly known as Czechoslovakia (now known as the Czech Republic) to train in an international camp in Bruno. It was a pretty extreme regimen, but also wonderful, as the camp was in the middle of a pine forest.

Most teenagers are not thrilled to be woken up at 5.30am each morning with strict protocol. Making our camp beds, going to collect yogurt from the local farm, a quick breakfast of rye bread with thinly sliced meat and pickled cabbage, followed by the yogurt – which I did love, because it came in individual glass pots and the strawberry jam was a large blob at the top, even though we had to walk about a mile over green fields and hills to get it! The air was wonderfully clean and pure and the smell of the pine trees glorious. Not a sound of anything other than birds could be heard for miles around. We certainly did not miss the cars or pollution that normally filled our everyday reality and lungs!

Communication with the rest of the gymnasts was limited, but thankfully I was with Carole Gould, another gymnast from my club. As soon as breakfast was over, we knuckled down to training, hard and fast  

for the whole morning! Lunch was again very simple. Rye bread, thinly sliced meats and sauerkraut. On the odd occasion we would be invited to the trainers’ log cabin, where we were treated to the kind of food we were accustomed to eating, and would happily tuck into a bowl of cornflakes with cold milk, which would taste wonderful to us.

In the short time we were there, we were doing moves that we would never accomplish on British soil, and much to the despair of my parents and coach, it was like a wake-up call for me, as I realised we would never get anywhere in the Olympics. Therefore, what was the point in all the training, which took up nearly all my time and life?

The main and most devastating reason I gave up gymnastics was because our Czech host and coach Mr Ruzisckova’s son, Steneck, had fallen during training on the vault and had been left paralysed for life. We went to see him at Stoke Mandeville Hospital and it was a truly tragic sight. He had had the skill and stamina to be an Olympian, as well as an amazing physique, but he was now wasting away. He was literally as white as a sheet. The realisation that it could be me lying there really left me feeling chilled to the bone, and incredibly sad for him, and all his family.

Gymnastics had literally taken up nearly all my free time outside of school. I would train every lunch time;  

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Monday evenings for three hours; Thursday evenings for three hours; Friday, ballet after school; Saturday morning, ballet, then gymnastics for three hours; and Sundays, once a month for the whole day. This left little time for anything else, including schoolwork, as most of the time, I would be going through routines in my head, especially when a competition was coming up.

The thought of telling my parents and coach that I wanted to stop terrified me. I really felt I was letting them all down. My parents for the time and money spent on my training and Dad, also, for driving me to and from the club so frequently. My coach, too, for all the time and energy she had spent on training me. But once I had made up my mind, I dug my heels in, and got on with telling my parents. I remember hiding upstairs when they told my coach.

Once it was all over it left a huge void in my life, but I also felt a sense of relief. Now I could get on with being a teenager and could get on with doing teenage things and having fun and did so with vengeance. My best friend Max, had also been a gymnast at the same club, and we both stopped at the same time and swapped leotards for boys and music and dancing. The trouble was, as with a lot of teenagers, we never got tired of it.  

1976 was the year of punk and we were in the right place at the right time to be part of what was known as the Bromley Contingent. We spent our time going round charity shops and jumble sales and finding great ways to make ourselves stand out as much as possible from the norm. With my cropped, dyed blonde hair  

and curvaceous figure, I made the most of getting as many heads to turn as possible.

David Bowie had been the main musical influence in my early teens and I still really appreciate him as an artist and songwriter. The look I created was based on the look of his backing vocalist, Ava Cherry, who was incredibly pretty, mixed race, curvaceous and had cropped dyed blonde hair. (I pulled off the look with confidence and the arrogance of youth.)

Bowie gave many a youth the courage to express individuality and not to conform to other people’s expectations. Everyone in our group truly worshipped him and I remember the immense and powerful feeling we had going to see him at Wembley, all dressed to the nines: Siouxsie, myself, Simon Barker,  

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Steve Severin and Berlin (now known as Bertie). Bowie certainly gave it his all and was worth every ounce of our energy, time and money.

During this period, I was fortunate to meet Geoff MacCormack (Warren Peace) who was Bowie’s backing vocalist and dancer for many years. We struck up a friendship and he taught me how to salsa dance, for which I am forever thankful. Free lessons from the best!

When we (the Bromley Contingent) met Malcolm McLaren and the Sex Pistols at a gig at Bromley Art College, we were suddenly pivoted onto the London scene. As Siouxsie Sioux from the Banshees and Billy Idol were part of our group, we caught the attention of the press and media in general and were on a few TV programmes, including one with Janet Street-Porter, and also the controversial show ‘Today’ with Bill Grundy interviewing The Sex Pistols.

For a young 17-year-old it was truly thrilling to have a chauffeur-driven Mercedes with a Thames TV card in the back window come to collect me from my oh-so-conventional and uneventful street. I can’t say I was too thrilled once we were in the studio though, and in all honesty was just praying my Dad was not home from work to see me on TV, with The Pistols and Siouxsie Sioux swearing at Bill Grundy; though by this time, the drink we had been given in the studio green room had truly gone to my head, so all you see is me grinning idiotically and trying to stifle my laughter.

I played electric violin briefly with the Banshees. A