Thursday, January 24, 2008
Gary Taubes' book is totally freaking me out, about how terrible refined carbs are. I completely believe it, and as much as I think of myself as more of a salt-and-fat kind of a gal, the truth is, I love sugar and starches, too. And pasta. And bread. And cake and pie. All of it.
So I'm just trying to be 'aware', and what I've become aware of, mostly, is how often invitations for refined carbs tend to pop up in my path, and how happy I am to accept them. Like, there is this sweet little cafe called Parco near my daughter's preschool, which makes the most unbelievable almond croissants. And okay I don't walk right by it, but it's only a block in the wrong direction, and having become aware of refined carbs for a couple days, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Luckily, they have chocolate croissants, too, which I unfortunately introduced my children to one time when we went to France, thinking it was a cultural thing. Good thinking: they were both totally okay with paying a little visit to Parco.
And I had sashimi for lunch the other day (which included tuna, so good thing my mercury levels are nice and high now) and they accidentally brought me a bowl of white rice, which I wasn't going to eat, but come on. Six little pieces of fish for lunch? It's not enough.
I don't know if this is going to work for me.