Lately I’ve been running the uphill. You know when the morning walk/jog/run/ride hits the uphill and the conversation goes out the window because the effort to breathe and move at the same time, uphill, just leaves no room to talk about it?!? This uphill hasn’t been so much blood, sweat and tears though (thankfully), more brain, pain and schedule stretching. But I’m sorry for the absence. Continue reading
So we’ve looked at HOW milk depletes calcium and contributes to osteoporosis, but what about milk as a “risky”, “chemical carcinogen”…??
In the last post I mentioned that many milk related research articles had focused on less than pleasant conditions. One of these unpleasant conditions is intestinal bleeding and it occurs mostly in infants and young children, often times leading to iron-deficient anemia.
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I’m going to be brutally honest here… At the risk of sounding very “un-naturopathic”, what the hell is with all the good foods becoming super?? If I didn’t know better I’d say that the produce isle has some narcissistic super-hero complex going on.
Baobab powder is my current crush! This slightly earthy, citrusy powder is delicious (amazing for something so healthy, I know!!) and I’ve been enjoying it as a regular addition to my water bottle for a couple of weeks now. YES, just in water!!!
So what is Baobab?? Continue reading
February…. How did we get here already..?? February. Wow.
So I’m writing from Sydney this time, and am thoroughly enjoying all the moving and shaking I’ve been doing lately. I’m down here for one of my oldest friends weddings this weekend, and even though we’ve reached our 30’s there’s days when I still can’t believe that we’re doing that whole “grown up” stage of life thing! HA! I wonder if we ever really feel like we’ve “grown up”??
To some the following information may seem shocking, to others, myself included somehow it feels like… finally! The fact that we seem to need scientific studies to back up millennia of empirical results, and what should be (and used to be) common sense still frustrates me, and from time to time feels like an insult to our human, ancestral, biological intelligence. Continue reading
I think lettuce is very underrated, particularly good, crisp, crunchy, juicy, fresh lettuce. It’s not uncommon to find slightly sad, wilted, or limp lettuce in salads and sandwiches these days, dressed up in the hopes that we wont notice whats hiding beneath and holding up all our nuts, seeds, protein, vegetables and sauce. I’ll even admit to it myself actually, hiding saggy lettuce underneath a diversionary flavour sensation, not intentionally, usually because I didn’t get to it in time. Hmm, it’s not like I forgot there was lettuce in my fridge, but my attempts at making a fresh salad everyday can be thwarted by invitations to lunch or dinner, or there’s been the lure of additional ingredients which have overridden that of my humble lettuce, or my tastebuds have had other ideas all together. Like cake! Continue reading
So this mornings faux pas was an instantly learnt lesson…
My morning routine is evolving (isn’t it always), and lately I’ve been going to bed later, which is unfortuantely leading to a higher than average “SNOOZE” ratio!
I rolled out of bed, narrowly missed hitting the floor, shuffled to the bathroom, smeared on the clay masque I’ve started using in the mornings, and stumbled out to the kitchen. First order of the day, juice! Without taking too much notice I pulled Continue reading
….Shakespeare (sort of). Well, possibly not if you look into it. I never thought to question old Shakespeare, well not his validity anyway. Some questions around his use of language would have been helpful during high school, but none the less, I figured they were his words. I was most unfortunately advised by family this past Christmas that Shakespeare could have in fact been a front for the ‘real’ author of these tragedies, a nobleman of sorts, for which writing at the time was not a seen as an appropriate hobby. (What rock have I been hiding under???) Shame really. I hear Shakespeare himself was a great producer, but truth be told I never saw his plays!
The crying shame in point here however is the mango. The iconic Australian mango. Continue reading
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