Super Nuts

January 20, 2013 at 7:41 am

I have single-handedly consumed almost three pounds of walnuts in the last few months.

Just about time to get another stash at Costco.

I’ve always liked walnuts, but now I can’t get enough of them. In the past, I’d sometimes get canker sores from eating them, but I must have built up a tolerance or something ’cause I can eat them like candy now.

This new obsession may have contributed to my gaining 15+ pounds in the last few months. Or it could be that I’ve eaten those almost-three-pounds of walnuts atop big bowls of ice cream every night for many moons.  And lately, when Ax asks me before bedtime if I want my “usual” (vanilla ice cream with raspberries and walnuts), I almost always add two or three more handfuls of walnuts to whatever Ax has served me. All of this means that I no longer look like I’m a starvation victim or suffering from an eating disorder. Three cheers for getting some chub on me.

Every time I eat my bowl full of walnuts, I think about my grandma. She had a walnut tree in her front yard, so she often added walnuts to baked goods, and I remember shelling walnuts with her as a child. Part of me wonders if my new walnut addiction is some part of my soul trying to stuff itself with Grandma? I’m definitely not done grieving. I have to keep reminding myself that it’s OK. I didn’t just lose my grandmother, I really lost my mother. (I have slept every night since her death with a thrashed old blanky she gave me.)

With Grandma under her walnut tree (1996)

In any case, the walnuts should help me continue to heal emotionally:

Nuts are superfoods on the depression healing diet. They are not only chock full of fiber, protein and healthy fats but also contain depression-busting B vitamins, anti-inflammatory antioxidants like quercetin, as well as trace minerals like magnesium and selenium and the amino acids tryptophan and tyrosine, which help your brain make the all-important mood-calming neurotransmitters serotonin and dopamine. (“Keep Your Calm With Nuts“)

God’s “medicine chest” rocks. (Maybe one of these days I’ll even be able to wean off of the happy pills in my cupboard? A girl can hope, right?)

If I’m going to embrace a new addiction, this one seems like a wise choice. ;-)