Lindit, as my 8 year old daughter calls them. I ate a whole 150 g bag of Lindt Hazelnut chocolate truffle balls just now. And three chocolate chunk cookies. It's about ten minutes to 7:00 am and I've been up since at least 5:30 am.
Babies. She just cut her first tooth yesterday or so and I guess that means sleep's a bit disturbed with this new developmental development. She's back in bed, but I'm going off in search of coffee and an early start to the day may perhaps lead to a long ferocious blog post. Maybe getting a few things off my chest may free me up to do a bit of work on the ol' feminist project I keep avoiding. The wife and I are presenting Obstetrics and Feminism: How we've become incubators for the patriarchy in a week and a half and we're not prepared whatsoever.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
iron and vitamin C
I woke today knowing I have to reform!! I've been on-again off-again with the breaking of the fast this past year, mostly because I've been watching my food choices slowly fall away from me. I'm back on restrictions and historically, when my choices are restricted, I just simply choose nothing. Food fucks me. So. Fuck food.
Breakfasts fall by the wayside first. And so it is.
I had a baby in November and accordingly started breastfeeding around that time. For the past almost three months I've been thinking, "Man, I bet my supply would improve if I ate more..." Alas, I have probably eaten six or seven breakfasts as a result of that thought. No follow-through, I'm telling you!!
Today I ate a breakfast of grapefruit wedges and two slices that soft, moist, tiny, wheat-free, rye bread. You know the shit I'm talking about. The stuff you can't make a sandwich out of, because it's so tiny? It think it might be partially sprouted, too. Most folks turn their nose up at it; it's not real bread. Well, after a week or two of craving wheat anything, you'll eat that shit up like creamed corn.
The reason this was such a good breakfast choice is because I'm apparently low in ferritin (surely a result of my recent pregnancy). Ferritin is the protein that stores and transports iron in the bloodstream. If there is no ferritin, toxic iron has no buffer between it and our tender cells.
The presence of iron apparently triggers the production of ferritin. Thus, I am eating a high-iron diet. These freaky non-bread things are high in iron. The uptake of iron, however, cannot readily take place without the presence of Vitamin C. Hence the grapefruit.
I have to commit more, to breakfast, iron and Vitamin C.
Breakfasts fall by the wayside first. And so it is.
I had a baby in November and accordingly started breastfeeding around that time. For the past almost three months I've been thinking, "Man, I bet my supply would improve if I ate more..." Alas, I have probably eaten six or seven breakfasts as a result of that thought. No follow-through, I'm telling you!!
Today I ate a breakfast of grapefruit wedges and two slices that soft, moist, tiny, wheat-free, rye bread. You know the shit I'm talking about. The stuff you can't make a sandwich out of, because it's so tiny? It think it might be partially sprouted, too. Most folks turn their nose up at it; it's not real bread. Well, after a week or two of craving wheat anything, you'll eat that shit up like creamed corn.
The reason this was such a good breakfast choice is because I'm apparently low in ferritin (surely a result of my recent pregnancy). Ferritin is the protein that stores and transports iron in the bloodstream. If there is no ferritin, toxic iron has no buffer between it and our tender cells.
The presence of iron apparently triggers the production of ferritin. Thus, I am eating a high-iron diet. These freaky non-bread things are high in iron. The uptake of iron, however, cannot readily take place without the presence of Vitamin C. Hence the grapefruit.
I have to commit more, to breakfast, iron and Vitamin C.
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