That might be a great idea, Road Raven, but vegemite doesn't appear on the shelves of our small-town Pennsylvania grocery stores. If I ever see it, I'll certainly give it a try, as you folks seem to find it so delicious and nutritious!
I do hear, however, that it's an acquired taste - much like our own scrapple or shoo-fly pie!![]()
Ummm... the drink thing? My ma used to do it with hot water (like a cuppatea) and I have never been keen on even trying to drink that concoction...
But def eat the vegemite sammies![]()
Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying,
"I will try again tomorrow".
Vegemite and hot water... sounds like miso soup. Mmmmm. Does vegemite go with wakame?
But actually, what occurred to me yesterday is that sometimes a craving for salt is just a craving for salt, and other times it's a craving for protein (which besides high-protein foods tending to be higher in sodium, also fits with macrobiotic theory, since they are both yang). How's your protein intake overall?
My diet is on the high-protein side, with the blessings of my doc & nutritionist. I inherited an "indigenous" metabolism, doing best on lots of animal protein, veggies & fruit, and just a little whole grain on the side. I'm not perfect with it by anymeans, but the closer I get, the better my engine runs and my body slowly releases weight. I do have a problem with my work schedule, though, as it doesn't permit me a snack or mini meal around 2:30 pm when I desperately need one (I'm in a classroom and there's just no way to sneak food.) So by 3:30, when I can eat again, I am a little behind nutritionally, that low-blood sugar feeling. I try to catch up with a healthy snack, and have never found anything that really works except, oddly, a small amount of ice cream. Which, just like the fries or chips that were screaming my name post-training, should only be a rare treat for me. I suspect the ice cream is a "mother's milk" sort of pacifier/comforter, as my job can be so emotionally draining. (I'm working with TBI clients.) Sometimes I just come home and lay down in the pasture, letting the sadness ooze out and peace come in.