This weekend my friend (and fellow holistic nutritionist) and I packed our bags and took a road trip to the States to give a speech at a yoga retreat. It was a day packed with several sessions of yoga, kombucha, my first sweaty Zoomba class out in the rain and mindfulness meditations. We spoke about cardiovascular health and prevention to an enthusiastic crowd of women and of course, indulged in the smorgasbord of raw cleansing food from handrolled wraps (of which I now consider myself a pro-wrap roller) to humus to kale chips and everything in between.
- I scoured that menu and could not find a single green item on it and resorted to asking the waitress for help. She pointed to a section at the bottom, buried amongst pastas and pizzas that consisted of two salads, bingo!
- I’m not vegan, my coworkers joke that I’m a vegan who eats meat, but I go vegan when I eat out. At home, we visit the local farms where we get our meat and see the living conditions for ourselves. When eating out, you don’t know where the meat came from and I bet you wouldn’t eat it if you did. To top it off, these animals are also full of antibiotics and hormones, not an appetising entrée is it? Needless to say, the chicken ceaser salad was out! Which left me with one option…
- Dressings are hidden holistic disasters. Usually packed with sugar, dairy, soy, preservatives etc. This one in particular was an Italian dressing so I opted out of that and went for something a little more my style: I’ll typically ask for some olive oil and a zesty slice of lemon to squirt on it. Yesterday they brought over olive oil and balsamic vinegar.