Entering the field of nutrition makes me think about getting into dirty water. When I was a child I lived in Lesotho, Africa. I remember having to share the tub water with my brothers, one at a time. What I remember most clearly was the dirty water. We ran around in bare feet on dirt roads, in the gardens, climbing trees. We did have shoes, I am sure. I just don’t remember wearing them. I wore beautiful homemade cotton dresses; I remember these fondly, but not the shoes. You were the lucky one if you got to be the first in the clean tub water and the least lucky if.
Potatoes have entered the battlefield of nutrition – numerous “experts” are telling us to kick the starchy, high glycemic foods out of the game all together, and the potato (along with the bread and pasta) has been added to the list. Even I have reduced my intake, hoping to manage my possibly already insulin sensitive system and keep pre-diabetes at bay and keep my tummy flat. I do make potatoes regularly at home for my family and eat them more often now as I let the potato debate digest. Potatoes have been around a lot longer than the processed and fast foods that I suspect are the real culprit in.
This blog is in honour of my mother who passed away in May 2008, the most extraordinary woman I have ever known! I remember the time when my mother announced she was going to have a sugar-free year! As we embark on 2014, many people have set good intentions, most often related to food and exercise. I don’t recall how or if she made it through a whole year, she was certainly committed to good health, but she also admitted to a chronic sugar addiction. What I do recall were her insights while trying not to indulge. My mother also struggled with her energy levels. Every afternoon she would escape.