Orange Hands

After a brilliant 10 am ride this morning, I had a lunch date planned with mom. We finally made it over to Cafe Green (new vegan joint next door to Komi, same owners at Java Green on 19th St.). It was quite enjoyable. I got my kimchi on and had the eggplant "parm" sans bread. Amazing what one can do with an eggplant.

Anywho, onto the real point of this blog entry. So moms says to me, "let me see your hands." I was skeptical of this demand, but conceded. She takes one look at my palms and says "your hands are orange. ORANGE!" In fact, we compared palms shortly thereafter...and they are, indeed, orange as can be. I kind of sort of knew this before, when I was eating bags of carrots like they were going out of style. But I quit that habit a few weeks ago, and thought the orange hue was a bit less noticeable. Apparently not the case.

I could eat most of these in about 2-3 sittings.

As it turns out, I am getting way too much beta carotene and, potentially, ODing on vitamin A. Too many carrots, copious amounts of cantaloupe and, of course, my precious yam habit. CRIMINY! What's a girl to do? Not quite sure yet. I suppose I need to eat regular taters for a bit and see how things go from there. Too much beta carotene is, luckily, benign. Too much vitamin A is toxic and can make you feel like total crap. I failed to mention this before when I was blogging about iron deficiency, but after testing came back negative for anemia, the doc took one look at my palms and told me that iron wasn't my issue, it was too many friggin carrots!

Live and learn. Too much of a good thing is still too much, isn't it. Drat!