Of course I like matcha, I used to eat chalk
In me, there are two wolves. We follow the admission to religiously protein and wash vitamin C supplements with chia seed water every morning. The others command in three times a week and pursue dangerous quantities of instant ramen with cafes at 10 p.m. The duality inducing the cervical boost of my relationship with nutrition makes me feel like an impostor among the ranks of well-being girls on the Internet. I feel both prey and the aggressor in this Instagram aestheticization of healthy life. And my last indulgence is a green drink that has the princesses Pilates in a strangulation and the same Bros in a gold mine of content. I stand in front of the jury, a matcha convert.
As a person who is, for most of his friends, the most difficult eater they know (I prefer the discerning term, they prefer less generous adjectives), I enjoyed the fact that I have a palace for this completely divided drink. In other words, until a relaxed lunch with my colleagues last week, when a mini-epiphany discovered the root of this propensity.
Welcome to the confessions of an old chalk handling.
Let me preface this by saying that I am well aware that correlation does not imply causality. But I would also say this: three of us at this lunch table admitted the desires of childhood of chalk, plaster and dust (yes, dust too) with a current love for matcha. A quick search on Google revealed that it was not only a coincidence, as I would have liked to believe, but a diet called PICA which is most frequent in children and pregnant women. Those with PICA tend to eat non -food items, and for some, the list develops to include ashes, talc powder, paper, wire, even soap. The researchers have linked this to nutritional deficiencies and obsessive -compulsive potential trends, but those that rushed on webmd to diagnose – no. The PICA is harmless in most cases, because it is generally just a phase.
Growing up, I was not terribly precious about what I put in my mouth. The teacher’s office was like my own Chalkuterie board; Each shape and color was a fair game, with the great horror of my dear mother, who had to face a nouriyah with the blue language one day after school. I also appreciated the occasional Kwality Wall’s Quality wall, a phase that lasted a few months in primary school, when I eat tiny pieces of plaster on a wall at home (this time, shocking my father). Finally, I grew up from all this, but that raises the question: what prompted this child chrysalis eating from Matcha Girl?
