#Lectin-free #Dinner | Fri. 1 Aug.

Nothing extravagant—just our usual dinner, and somehow, that made it all the more special.

My mum, who lives with #Schizophrenia smiled today—truly smiled—for the first time in months. It’s been 36 days since we moved. So much has happened since then.

She once got lost in the heat, simply trying to throw away the rubbish. Dehydrated, confused, nearly collapsed. But a kind stranger brought her back.

There were delusions, disoriented nights, broken rhythms. But this evening, her gentle smile returned. That smile told me—we’re home again.

And in that ordinary moment, I remembered:
I live to protect this quiet joy.

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#Lectin-free #Dinner | Tue, 15 July

I’ve let go of old preferences.

Once, I’d never have considered supermarket sushi. If I wanted sushi, I made sure it came from a proper counter—crafted, not packaged.

But Mum loves sushi. She’s been living with drug-induced Parkinsonism from decades of Risperidone, and now, holding utensils steadily at a restaurant is a challenge.

At home, she can relax—no stares, no clinking cutlery drawing attention. Just her favourites, and a quiet meal shared in peace.

If this means putting aside my ideals, so be it. Her joy is far more elegant than any fine dining.

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#Lectin-free #MorningCoffee | Fri. 11 July

On the surface, it’s just another cup—black, bold, and brisk.
But this morning, the air shimmered with a sweeter note.

A parcel arrived: four jars of Manuka gold,
posted from a sister I hadn’t heard from in nearly 25 years.
No note, no fanfare—just nectar and silence.

The bridge?
Woven not of words, but by the hands of my mother’s grandchildren.
They carry what neither time nor pride could bury.

Estrangement remains a shadow,
but even shadows are shaped by light.

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#LectinFree #MorningCoffee | Mon. 7 July

Day 13 after the move.
Now I wake with the sunrise—just months ago, I was still asleep at that hour.
In a sunlit dining room, I share wake-up coffee with my mother Akko, living with schizophrenia.
The time feels more special now. Her face has softened, and her smile has grown.
This apartment, this neighborhood, this land—
they’ve welcomed us warmly, I believe.

First post since March 18.
Thank you to the 9 who waited.
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#LectinFree #Health | Mon.18 Mar.

Thursday night’s dinner offered an unexpected lesson. An elegant Italian course, thoughtfully adjusted for my allergies, came with zucchini noodles in place of wheat pasta. Later, I checked the lectin-free guidelines—zucchini was a misstep. Even the smallest detail can make all the difference when precision is everything.

Taking time to fully rebalance, meaning updates may be less frequent for now. Grateful for your warm support and looking forward to returning refreshed.

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#Lectin-free #Brunch | Tue. 11 Mar.

March 11—a day of quiet reflection and gratitude for those in #Fukushima. A moment to honour resilience and the beauty of continuity.

Even today, simple, well-chosen flavours embody a quiet comfort, guided by the lectin-free diet’s Second Phase. There’s warmth in routine—familiar dishes, an unspoken rhythm of the everyday. A humble meal, an enduring rhythm, a graceful step forward.

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#FukushimaJustLife | Sun. 9 Mar.

Yesterday, every choice seemed to misfire, the gears slipping, never quite catching. But a new day turns the page, offering the quiet promise of a reset.

The swiftest remedy? My mum’s smile. Wanting to see that unmistakable glow, I stopped by #Dennys, picking up her favourite meal. The moment she saw it, her face lit up—soft, radiant, effortless joy.

A simple gesture, yet enough to set the world right again. And with that, the day begins anew.

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#Lectin-free #Snack | Mon. 10 Mar.

I strayed from the lectin-free path yesterday, and my gums didn’t take kindly to it—especially the upper right, now swollen and tender. A gentle yet firm reminder that the lectin-free path leaves little room for missteps. Still, no need to dwell. Today offers a fresh canvas—a chance to recalibrate, refocus, and move with renewed intention. Every choice shapes the journey—I intend to make mine a graceful one.

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#Lectin-free #Breakfast | Thurs. 7 Mar.

I couldn’t accompany my mum to her appointment, so I sat alone at the breakfast table. The crisp morning air, laced with a sharp chill, had left its mark—a whisper of nerve pain in every movement, especially in my face. Even the simplest tasks stretched endlessly, yet time slipped away too fast. In the silent room, breakfast faded into a fleeting moment—delicate, yet distant.

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#FukushimaJustLife | Wed. 5–6 Mar.

#Fukushima City wore chic shades of British grey—clouds swirling in a pewter sky, drizzle softly blurring streetlamps, like a scene from classic cinema. Snow lingered quietly, whispering of yesterday. Yet even this grey felt celebratory.

On 5th March, after eight years, I reclaimed full independence. Mum and I raised a toast with sparkling wine from the local shop—tasting of freedom, hope, and trust.

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