"Quinoa may deliver a complete protein—all of the amino acids you require—in a compact package, but rice and beans together actually do better. And like goji berries, blueberries and strawberries are packed with phytochemicals. The only problem is that lacking an exotic back story, food marketers can’t wring as exorbitant a markup from these staples: The domestic blueberry, for example, is periodically (and justifiably) marketed as a superfood, and in 2012, products featuring blueberries as a primary ingredient saw their sales nearly quadruple. But they only raked in $3.5 million—less than 2 percent of açaí-based product sales."
Tom Philpott, "Are Quinoa, Chia Seeds, and other ‘Superfoods’ a Scam?" (from Mother Jones)
Also worth highlighting is this section:
“Worse than superfoods’ origin myths, though, are their effects on the people in their native regions. In 2009, at the height of the açaí berry hype, Bloomberg News reported that the fruit’s wholesale price had jumped 60-fold since the early 2000s, pricing the Amazonian villagers who rely on it out of the market. In the Andes, where quinoa has been cultivated since the time of the Incas, price spikes have turned a one-time staple into a luxury, and quinoa monocrops are crowding out the more sustainable traditional methods.” (emphasis mine)
So not only are the markets for “superfoods” putting the foods out of reach of the people who relied on them as a dietary staple, but there are foods easily accessible to us that deliver all the nutrition at a fraction of the cost, both to our grocery bill and to the social/environmental toll.
I watched a really great tv show on this as well. I cannot remember what it was called but it basically said most of the research surrounding “superfoods” was dodgy.
(Source: thalassarche, via backonpointe)
unapologetically lieing in bed and watching supernatural all morning. until i fall back asleep.
the pain is not as bad today but its bad enough that i really don’t want to do anything. so its a netflix and green tea lemonade day.
and leftover roasted root vegetable soup.
its seriously delicious.
I sit here struggling with how I feel about my current circumstances regarding health and my body- trying to feel trauma around all its edges. And how heavy it all feels right now.
I know it won’t always feel so heavy; bunched up around my waist and neck. Pulling at me and forcing me to the floor. But eventually it’ll spread across my body in more manageable bits, some moveable. And as time passes it will feel lighter.
But it didn’t lose weight. It merely changed its shape.
And I became a little stronger for having to carry it.
I don’t want to get stronger right now though. I just want to succumb to the weight for now.
I want to aptly know what I carry.
Otherwise, how will I integrate it?
trauma doesn’t change weight; just shape.
#it didn't feel this heavy last time
i ate soup on the floor of my living room and tried to stretch. but it feels like more than a physical wound. it radiates. it pulls. its as if i am raw all the way through.
but i breathe. i want it to stop.
i am exhausted. but even crying brings spasm and pain.
trying not to cry.
but i probably should just let myself. i’ll just cry on this couch and fall asleep.
#i am scared
Biopsy Day: it had ups and downs. it started off with me feeling zen and calm. i worked in the morning but took the afternoon off. as the hours passed i got slowly more anxious and scared. the biopsy was painful. i tried not to shake during. bethany drove me there and back. we made roasted root vegetable soup that is amazing.
i am still scared. i will have the results on tuesday.
need to go in for a biopsy next week to look at possibly cancerous cells.
my grandma died.
it was quiet. my sister was sitting with her as it happened.
she said she wasn’t sure what to do as her breathing slowly stopped.
i feel more heavy now.
sadness sort of moving through me.
can august just be over now?