Here in Colorado it is time to rejoice!!! It’s March and while March is our most snowy month, it is also when the sun finally rises high enough in the sky again for us to synthesize vitamin D into our skin. WooHoo!!! Exalt, as our “vitamin D” depleted winter that is generally from November through February has concluded. And if you don’t live on or above the 40 degree latitude (Colorado happens to sit on it), aren’t you lucky, because you have longer opportunities during the year to soak up sun that can be converted to vitamin D.
Okay, so I know that for us whiteys—our pale, see-through complexion of winter hibernating (yes, I’m talking to you too Seattle and Portland) is all the rage right now with the whole mass media vampire sexiness social appeal and the way our too bright, white reflection dazzlingly offsets the color of our hipster black clothing, but…suck it up and get some sun.
I can’t count the number of times someone has come to a cooking class and become appalled that a nutrition therapist, who advertises the class as healthy, eagerly promotes high fat foods. They, like so many, equate consuming fats with becoming fat. Or how many times someone has thought me a dietician, not a nutritionist and expected me to pay homage to the food pyramid, my plate, whole grains, dairy, low fat foods, olestra and diet soda. Nope, not me. Those are usually the same folks that want me to help them count calories and tell them exactly how many grams of fats, carbohydrates and proteins they should eat per meal for their age, sex, weight, activity level, etc. Nope… Not me. I hate counting calories and I hate measuring grams of anything. Actually, I hate measuring. I’m more of a “some of this” and “some of that” and by golly, nothing in excess kind of girl… Well, nothing in excess except happiness, flowers, seed catalogs and cats, but I digress.
I think fat is phat—alright, so I’m really not cool (or young) enough to use the word “phat,” but hopefully you will “catch my drift” as I give you the low down “skinny on fat” (and you thought it wasn’t possible to be so elusive). North Americans tend to be fat phobic when it is so important for our health. So why do I love me some fat? Let me count the ways…
It’s 3pm. You are at your desk at work. You can hardly keep your eyes open. The day seems like it’s barely dripping by.
Ahh dripping…visuals of coffee are conjured. Coffee… Yes. That will give me energy. Coffee… Ooh and maybe there’s still a donut left in the break room that the sales guy dropped off at 10am. Oh wait… Maybe there’s still a piece (or two) of cake with that pink frosting left over from Marge’s birthday party break at 1! Yes, that’s it by golly. I’ll have coffee, a donut and cake…. Then I’ll be awake… Then I can make it through the rest of my day.