‘Food is more than nutrients': Why this CEO's day on a plate gets a big tick from a dietitian
Judy Barraclough is a chief executive. The 55-year-old shares her day on a plate.
7am After my morning Pilates, it's a bowl of muesli with yoghurt and fresh berries. I then make a coffee in my home machine to drink in the car on the way to the office. 9.30am After giving a welcome address to staff, I join their morning break and enjoy a wholemeal muffin.
12.30pm A homemade panini of leftover roast beef, Dijon mustard, home-grown tomatoes and brie.
5pm I've joined the weekly Youth Off The Streets drop-in program at Macquarie Fields [Sydney] for young people who come for a safe place after school. We eat a dinner of tacos with beef and salad made by some of the regulars with our youth worker.
Dr Joanna McMillan says
Top marks for … Taking the time to share a meal prepared by others. Food is more than nutrients. It is a social connector, bringing people together in a nourishing environment.
If you keep eating like this you'll … Fail to meet your fibre needs. You start the day well with muesli, fruit and the wholemeal muffin, but lunch and dinner are both low in fibre. This impacts many aspects of health, from gut to brain.
Why don't you try … Opt for a wholegrain lunch roll and add fibre with avocado or hummus. Include legumes at least three times a week. Snack on a mix of sliced apple or pear with skin on and a handful of nuts.
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