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  • Why the Nutritional Content of Organic vs Non Doesn’t Matter

    Why the Nutritional Content of Organic vs Non Doesn’t Matter

     

    farmers market squash and zucchini

     

    Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you who you are.
    -Brillat-Savarin

     

    Today all over my internets there were headlines about the “breaking news” of a newly released study indicating the nutritional content of organic food is not much different than conventionally grown; that researchers found only “a few differences involving pesticides and antibiotics.”

    No kidding.

    How is this even news? An apple is an apple, friends; an orange is an orange. Which apple or orange you consume makes little difference in the nutrition your body will gain from it, and that’s why I advise to not let the perfect be the enemy of the good. If all you can afford is conventionally grown, then by all means choose that over processed and packaged.

    But those “few differences” involving pesticides and antibiotics are kind of a big deal.

    Personal nutrition isn’t the reason to buy organic, just like we don’t hold open doors for old ladies just so they might include us in their will or donate to children’s hospitals just in case our own kids are one day struck down by cancer. We do those things for the greater good. We do them because they are the right thing to do.

    By buying organic, we:

    • contribute to the health of the farmers and laborers so they don’t have to handle dangerous pesticides.
    • contribute to the health of local ecosystems by not decimating the insect population, which is needed to support the food chain of our native wildlife, not to mention to continue pollinating our crops.
    • contribute to the health of our environment by lessening the amount of chemical deposits in our soil, air and water.
    • contribute to our own health and the health of our families by limiting the “body burden” of chemicals we carry and their interaction in our bodies.
    • contribute to the sustainability and availability of organic foodstuffs, both by immediately supporting current organic famers, and by illustrating a demand that conventional farmers can see meeting with supply as economically viable. Money talks.

     

    Studies like this make me nuts. The facts are selective, the reasoning faulty.

    It’s not all about you.

    The study also found that while bacterial contamination is much the same for organic and conventionally farmed meats (probably because they are slaughtered and packed in the same plants), non-organics were 33% more likely to be resistant to antibiotics.

    Why? Factory farmed animals are systematically given antibiotics to preempt the diseases common to overpopulation, lack of mobility and insufficient individual care. It’s a health hazard I feel no one takes seriously enough. Anything we can do to stop the evolution of drug-resistant “superbugs” shouldn’t be taken lightly.

    Our generation hasn’t had to withstand any epidemics on the scale of smallpox, the flu of 1918, cholera, typhus; I don’t know about you, but I’m totally cool with keeping it that way.

    So, no. Buying organic isn’t going to help you lose weight, increase your vitamin intake or make you into a better person. There is no one magic pill, health is a synergy of many things, OMG, how have we not learned that yet. Improve your diet by improving your overall diet. Get healthy by making healthy decisions in every part of your life.

    Buy organic to do your part to help make the world a better place… or at least not a worse one than we have now. It’s called social responsibility and if you have the means, be responsible.

    And if you decide to shirk that responsibility, fine, it is your life and your money. Just please be honest with yourself about why.

    Willful ignorance is very unattractive, especially when passed on as your legacy to your children.

     

     

  • Oral-Health-Inspired Fitness Bucket List

    Oral-Health-Inspired Fitness Bucket List

     

    I don’t want to get to the end of my life
    and find that I lived just the length of it.

    I want to have lived the width of it as well.

    –Diane Ackerman

     

    This came in the mail yesterday.

     

    Dr Honig Orthodonist DE

     

    Again, it may be something every orthodontist does (and I was secretly hoping it was going to be before & after closeups, or even better x-rays) but now that the honeymoon period has worn off, it was a nice reminder of how grateful I am to be able to learn to smile.

    The best thing, after the whole straight teeth/nice smile business, about getting the braces off is being able to really brush and floss my teeth. I hated how hard it was to effectively brush and floss with a mouth full of metal. It was hard enough before, when my teeth were all crammed together and standing at odd angles; I was inevitably tearing up my gums and worrying about gum disease. (Because as carefully as I brushed, I was all too aware that it wasn’t enough: flossing is the #1 most important thing for dental health.)  It was just another thing to add to my long list of things to be super self-conscious about.

    So now, I revel in the oral hygiene. I really do. Don’t make fun.

    My latest ally in the war on mouth bacteria? The Complete Care Water Flosser system from WaterPik.

     

     

    HOW I WISH I HAD THIS WHEN I HAD THE BRACES ON. The water flosser would have been so much more better (in probably 1/5 the time) at getting between my teeth and around the brace boxes. And the Sonic Toothbrush— 159% more effective than manual brushing— gives my teeth that “just stepped out of a dentist cleaning” feel. Combine the two and it’s like the best way to start and end my day. A simple, everyday luxury and victory.

    It’s such an easy way to be better— a well-maintained mouth has benefits for the rest of your body. By keeping up with good oral hygiene, you stand to live a longer and healthier life, reducing your chances or severity of:

    • Osteoporosis
    • Cardiovascular disease
    • Premature birth
    • Diabetes
    • Dementia

    Cass has been using the Water Flosser for Kids (up to 3x as effective as flossing and 1000x more fun!) and she asks if it’s time to go brush and floss now. This is a kid that normally has to be dragged to the bathroom and supervised to make sure she isn’t just in there reading when she’s supposed to brush. I am not exaggerating when I say this thing has made the back-to-school bedtime routine about 30 gazillion times easier; my setting an example and the memory of the cavities she recently had filled (she has very tight back teeth) probably doesn’t hurt either.

    (She and her father may or may not have water flosser duels while flossing. I may or may not have issues with this, but hey, it’s only water and at least they’re flossing!)

    Double prizes

    Coupons are available for both Flosser systems!

    Click here for a printable $10 off coupon for the Water Flosser for Kids.

    $10 off coupon for the Complete Care system available here.

     

    SO. I know you’re wondering:

    What am I gonna do with the extra years I get from my new & improved healthy mouth?

    I’ve been thinking about that after running a Twitter chat about goal-setting this week (for FitFluential). What do I want to make sure I’ve done to live the width of my life? The things I know I’m capable of doing if pushed, even if the person doing the pushing winds up being me?

    What am I working towards? How will I convince myself to keep soldiering on with running, strength training? To buy that bike, sign up for swimming lessons? (I actually looked up times & costs for swim lessons this session at the Y— there was nothing available that fit my schedule, but this is the first time I’ve ever gotten as far as checking. That’s progress.)

    There are personal and writing goals too, of course. But this is…

    My oral-health-inspired fitness bucket list

    With my added, healthy time I want to:

    • take aerial classes at circus school (we have one in Philly)
    • go rock climbing in Colorado (we have a rock-climbing gym nearby, and I really want to return to Colorado)
    • swim with sharks (I’ve always wanted to do this)
    • paddleboard
    • run the Disney Princess half-marathon
    • relearn some ice skating moves
    • bike the coast of California (like the Wakefield twins did in one of their Sweet Valley High Special Editions, only without all the drama of Todd and Courtney).

    Basically, I want to go out and do all those things I’ve always said I’d do someday… like getting braces.

     

    What’s on your fitness bucket list?

    How fastidious are you about brushing and flossing?

    What are your simplest pleasures?

     

     

    Disclosure: I received Waterpik flossers in exchange for this post. All opinions are entirely my own.

     

  • Maverick in the Middle

    Maverick in the Middle


    She didn’t like being twelve.

    It felt like someplace between who she’d been
    and who she was about to be.

    ― Alice Hoffman, The Story Sisters

    Poor Mav is basically the living, breathing personification of middle child syndrome.

    Not testing boundaries and breaking the parents in and hogging attention by being a royal pain in the ass. That’s the privilege of the oldest child.

    Not whining and being cute to get his way. That’s the MO of the youngest child.

    No, Maverick has been the easygoing, fair-tempered child his entire life… and so he tends to miss out on stuff amidst the demands of life and noisier siblings.

    Things like birthday blog posts. His birthday was August 10th. I’m sorry, buddy. I’ll make it up to you in photo collages.

     

     

    I’ve mentioned before, in Jake’s birthday blog posts, that Jake was a very demanding child attention-wise. He had a lot of little medical issues it took us a long time to figure out, and so he was colicky and clingy and didn’t sleep well. I wasn’t at all sure I could handle a second baby when I found out I was carrying one. I was scared out of my ever-loving mind that I wasn’t ready for two kids.

    Maverick was an easy pregnancy. He arrived after a very short labor, all 9.5 pounds of him. Since he was so big, he had to be pricked for blood sugar tests every 2 hours while in the hospital, and he took it uncomplainingly like a champ.

     

    9.5 pounds at birth meant he fit into 4-6mo clothes within weeks- this was the photo we sent out with birth announcements, I think.

     

    The night we came home from the hospital, he nursed, went to sleep in his bassinet, and I fell asleep in my own bed… and woke up some 7 hours later, to the light of day.

    He’d slept through the night his first night home.

    (People tend not to believe this, but my hand to god it’s true. And to this day the kid treasures his sleep. I don’t care if we’re at a kicking party or the Queen of England is hanging out, bedtime will roll around and Mav will be like, see ya suckers, I’m tired.)

    Anyway, it sounds awesome but it was most definitely not. It was probably the most terrifying moment of my life, waking up and realizing he hadn’t wakened to nurse. Jeff and I were so very afraid, going to the bassinet and looking in. But he got up, although it took some effort and he was grumpy about it. Mav is not a morning person.

    It’s funny how many personality traits can be disclosed right away. Maverick, in 12 years, hasn’t done much but confirm that he is who he is. He’s laid back, easy to please, but stubborn as hell. He is silly but sweet. He likes food. He likes to know how things work. He like math, and animals. This is the way I’ve been describing him since he was about 18 months old, and it still holds true.

     

     

    He went through a period of time when he wouldn’t pose for a picture. Well, no, that’s not true at all. I have tons of pictures of him and he posed gleefully. He just wouldn’t smile for the camera. We call this “monsterface.” “Oh look, here’s another picture of Mav in monsterface.” (Jake went through a similar phase where he’d cross his eyes for photos, we called them his “gooey eyes.”)

     

     

    Eventually we all gave up and everybody was all about the monsterface.

     

     

    This is off-topic, but Mav has the hardest head known to man. This picture makes me laugh every time because I know Mav inadvertantly headbutted Jeff just before it was taken. There was this audible crack— yet he is unfazed.

     

     

    Maverick was born in the year 2000, a millenium baby, Year of the Dragon just like his parents. I tell you this mostly because I once laboriously made him a dragon costume, forming a delicate wing skeleton to hang an even more delicate gold-embossed fabric that I’d been holding onto for years on… and he slept through the Halloween parade and had to wear a coat for trick-or-treating. Behold the dragon.

     

    During his one year in Catholic school, Jake was required to dress for Halloween as a saint, so he was St. George and Mav was the dragon.

     

    Occupying the 5th position in the Chinese Zodiac, the Dragon is the mightiest of the signs. Dragons symbolize such character traits as dominance and ambition. Dragons prefer to live by their own rules and if left on their own, are usually successful. They’re driven, unafraid of challenges, and willing to take risks. They’re passionate in all they do and they do things in grand fashion. Unfortunately, this passion and enthusiasm can leave Dragons feeling exhausted and interestingly, unfulfilled.

    While Dragons frequently help others, rarely will they ask for help. Others are attracted to Dragons, especially their colorful personalities, but deep down, Dragons prefer to be alone. Perhaps that is because they’re most successful when working alone. Their preference to be alone can come across as arrogance or conceitedness, but these qualities aren’t applicable. Dragons have tempers that can flare fast!

    That sounds about right.

    Maverick is 12 now, an in-between year, too old to baby and yet not a teen. I don’t know how much longer he’ll let me post photos of him blasted with pink, or playing a fife…

     

     

    I don’t know when he’ll decide he’s too old to dance with his great-grandma.

     

    I admit that I miss this face.

     

    I look forward to seeing him become even more of the person I’ve always known him to be. That person is pretty awesome.

    But he’ll always be my baby. So there.

    Happy belated birthday, Maverick.

    Now go do the dishes, please.

     

    Cass wants me to make sure you know she's in my belly in this photo.