It’s been coming up to my blogs second birthday (it’s today in fact) and I just couldn’t help but think this past year has been a bit like the terrible twos. Just so you are all aware, when it comes to the terrible twos I have absolutely no idea what I’m really talking about. I can barely adult, let alone look after another human.  But according to my google search capabilities,

“The terrible twos is a normal stage in which toddlers begin to struggle between their reliance on adults and their desire for independence. One minute your child might be clinging to you, and the next he or she is running in the opposite direction.

Two-year-olds undergo major motor, intellectual, social and emotional changes. Their vocabularies are growing, they’re eager to do things on their own, and they’re beginning to discover that they’re expected to follow certain rules. However, most 2-year-olds still aren’t able to move as swiftly as they’d like, clearly communicate their needs or control their feelings. This can lead to frustration, misbehavior and tantrums.”

This may all sound a little silly but the past twelve months of keeping up with this blog (which I still love) has been a bit like the terrible twos. I myself have been going through some changes, I’ve had to learn new medical terminology, I’m eager to change the nutrition world and I have to adult. I haven’t been able to post as regularly as I would like, or really regularly communicate my feelings about all things food and nutrition. And then I guess I had a bit of an outburst. One minute I’m posting regularly and engaging with my readers, and then low and behold its been 37 days and I haven’t written a single thing.

To put it bluntly, life got hectic.

Priorities have had to change, and sometimes there is not twenty-four hours in the day.

I’m not going to do the usual whole-tuna-salad-long reflective post I’ve been known to do  (exhibit A, exhibit B). I’m a two year old, I don’t have time, or the attention span.

You pretty know what’s happened.

I left Melbourne, moved back home to the country, finally got a ripper of a clinical job. I ate a lot of porridge, smoothie bowls and roast pumpkin and became obsessed with putting all sorts of delicious combinations on toast.

I started to floss, admitted that my diet isn’t so perfect and joined the conversation on weight.

I went to my first ever Dietitians Association of Australia conference & finally met my APD mentor. I came second in a blog post competition, featured over on the blog Mindfoodly & had my frittata recipe published in an ebook. Apparently people make it too.

I played my first game of hockey in like six years, attempted to see the twelve apostles for the first time ever & went to a 5 (turned 8) course degustation at a two hat restaurant -the Royal Mail Hotel. I went mushrooming, finally watched that sugar film & I may or may not have had an altercation with a stick blender.

I also wrote posts about the five food groups, lentils, healthy processed foods, dairy products, vegetables (twice), packing lunch boxes. I touched on diets, eating with joy, edible gift ideas & the importance of going home once in a while.

So I guess as we can see from that late night word vomit – it’s clearly been erratic, all over the shop twelve months.

But hey, I’ve got here and it’s really nice to have you here too on this journey. I really can’t express how grateful I am for your ongoing support and interest in reading my ramblings. So, thank you.

Happy 2nd birthday Broccoli and Blueberries. It sure has been one heck of a year.

Emma xo