![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I may finally have found some support for the statement that maple syrup is 'better' for you than other sugars. I've been curious about this since a co-worker said it, but then couldn't tell me why.
In this PDF showing sugar breakdowns of various grades of maple syrups they mention invert sugars. Apparently maple syrup naturally has invert sugars in it! I thought these had been created in labs. Invert sugars are (iirc) experienced as sugars by the tongue but aren't broken down by the body for use as energy. However, the amount of invert sugars are pretty small - varying from 0.9 % to 1.2%. Compare that to the between 65.4% - 67.1% sucrose. I'm not sure it can make a reasonable difference to your body. I mean... eat 1.2% less sugar, you should be better off, is what I'm thinking.
Also, just for the sake of I thought it was neat...
Molecular structure of sucrose, showing how it includes both glucose and fructose.
Baking 911 says that the nutritional values of regular white sugar and maple syrup are about the same.
This article about the dangers of high fructose corn syrup seems to be mostly fear-mongering, although there is one sensible statement, at least: "One of the issues is the ease with which you can consume this stuff," says Carol Porter, director of nutrition and food services at UC San Francisco. "It's not that fructose itself is so bad, but they put it in so much food that you consume so much of it without knowing it." I generally avoid drinks that are based on high fructose corn syrup mainly because they all taste the same, to me, and I'm bored of them. But, I like it better than maple syrup. Figure that out.
Fructose in itself is a complex subject. According to Body Building:
Though it seems to enter the bloodstream somewhat more slowly than glucose, fructose is more likely to end up stored as fat rather than glycogen, the liver's reserve energy supply. ... It may cause allergic reactions and exacerbate cholesterol and blood sugar problems in some people. But fructose may have an advantage for diabetics because, unlike other sugars, it doesn't require insulin to get into the liver and body cells.
And that, my friends, is all I have the brain for at the moment. Am going to eat my breakfast of rice (empty carbs) with milk and fake maple syrup (high fructose corn syrup with caramel coloring), and call my doctor re the hurting hand. Which of course is feeling somewhat better today because I took painkillers before bed and deflated it.
I haven't said much of real content the past few days because there really hasn't been much to do besides complain or worry. Life hasn't changed much, although I did get emails back from Eightball and Hawk last night.
Eightball (wonder of wonders, because he never talks about personal stuff) actually wrote briefly about his relationship with his wife (it seems to be over). "But I feel really happy to be doing the position as DahnMuDo trainer." Last time I talked with him he said he was running up and down the California coast to the various Dahn centers helping to set up the DahnMuDo courses, which sounds like a little more than just being a trainer, but maybe he's settled down into a trainer position, now.
Hawk debated in his email about what new career he ought to take up. (And being the kind of person he is, asked my opinion - this is his knack for making conversation, I think.) Nine months study might get him a technical writing certificate, but a year and a half of study could get him an MA in Occupational Therapy, which he seems more interested in. I don't know how many jobs are available, or how many hours work might be depended on each week, in either field.
They wrote back because I written to them to find out if they got the present boxes I sent. Eightball did, but Hawk did not, even though the delivery confirmation number tracking thingy said it was delivered. It might have been delivered to whoever now has the PO Box he used to have. Ah, communications. Why did I not check addresses before I sent things out? :P
Right, calling the doctor's office. ... ... Left a message.
You're not going to believe this, because I know it seems like I must have been writing steadily since I woke up, but I did actually do some exercising, today. And then I stopped because I was afraid it might disturb the place where I had surgery last week. I really felt I needed some exercise because when I was out in the cold for two hours, yesterday, and my hands went tingly numbish, it took forever (forever in this case being about an hour) for the feeling to completely come back in them. I'm thinking circulation problems are not something I need right now.
And yes, Eor, you were right - I was supposed to have a followup appointment. I was supposed to contact them about it. Apparently it was on some list of things to do which they gave me and I have no idea where it is right now. I can find all kinds of other things - instructions for before and directions to, but nothing for after. Whatever. The appointment is made, now. I hope there wasn't anything else important on the list. Like "Don't do any squats for three weeks!" since I just did.
In this PDF showing sugar breakdowns of various grades of maple syrups they mention invert sugars. Apparently maple syrup naturally has invert sugars in it! I thought these had been created in labs. Invert sugars are (iirc) experienced as sugars by the tongue but aren't broken down by the body for use as energy. However, the amount of invert sugars are pretty small - varying from 0.9 % to 1.2%. Compare that to the between 65.4% - 67.1% sucrose. I'm not sure it can make a reasonable difference to your body. I mean... eat 1.2% less sugar, you should be better off, is what I'm thinking.
Also, just for the sake of I thought it was neat...
Molecular structure of sucrose, showing how it includes both glucose and fructose.
Baking 911 says that the nutritional values of regular white sugar and maple syrup are about the same.
This article about the dangers of high fructose corn syrup seems to be mostly fear-mongering, although there is one sensible statement, at least: "One of the issues is the ease with which you can consume this stuff," says Carol Porter, director of nutrition and food services at UC San Francisco. "It's not that fructose itself is so bad, but they put it in so much food that you consume so much of it without knowing it." I generally avoid drinks that are based on high fructose corn syrup mainly because they all taste the same, to me, and I'm bored of them. But, I like it better than maple syrup. Figure that out.
Fructose in itself is a complex subject. According to Body Building:
Though it seems to enter the bloodstream somewhat more slowly than glucose, fructose is more likely to end up stored as fat rather than glycogen, the liver's reserve energy supply. ... It may cause allergic reactions and exacerbate cholesterol and blood sugar problems in some people. But fructose may have an advantage for diabetics because, unlike other sugars, it doesn't require insulin to get into the liver and body cells.
And that, my friends, is all I have the brain for at the moment. Am going to eat my breakfast of rice (empty carbs) with milk and fake maple syrup (high fructose corn syrup with caramel coloring), and call my doctor re the hurting hand. Which of course is feeling somewhat better today because I took painkillers before bed and deflated it.
I haven't said much of real content the past few days because there really hasn't been much to do besides complain or worry. Life hasn't changed much, although I did get emails back from Eightball and Hawk last night.
Eightball (wonder of wonders, because he never talks about personal stuff) actually wrote briefly about his relationship with his wife (it seems to be over). "But I feel really happy to be doing the position as DahnMuDo trainer." Last time I talked with him he said he was running up and down the California coast to the various Dahn centers helping to set up the DahnMuDo courses, which sounds like a little more than just being a trainer, but maybe he's settled down into a trainer position, now.
Hawk debated in his email about what new career he ought to take up. (And being the kind of person he is, asked my opinion - this is his knack for making conversation, I think.) Nine months study might get him a technical writing certificate, but a year and a half of study could get him an MA in Occupational Therapy, which he seems more interested in. I don't know how many jobs are available, or how many hours work might be depended on each week, in either field.
They wrote back because I written to them to find out if they got the present boxes I sent. Eightball did, but Hawk did not, even though the delivery confirmation number tracking thingy said it was delivered. It might have been delivered to whoever now has the PO Box he used to have. Ah, communications. Why did I not check addresses before I sent things out? :P
Right, calling the doctor's office. ... ... Left a message.
You're not going to believe this, because I know it seems like I must have been writing steadily since I woke up, but I did actually do some exercising, today. And then I stopped because I was afraid it might disturb the place where I had surgery last week. I really felt I needed some exercise because when I was out in the cold for two hours, yesterday, and my hands went tingly numbish, it took forever (forever in this case being about an hour) for the feeling to completely come back in them. I'm thinking circulation problems are not something I need right now.
And yes, Eor, you were right - I was supposed to have a followup appointment. I was supposed to contact them about it. Apparently it was on some list of things to do which they gave me and I have no idea where it is right now. I can find all kinds of other things - instructions for before and directions to, but nothing for after. Whatever. The appointment is made, now. I hope there wasn't anything else important on the list. Like "Don't do any squats for three weeks!" since I just did.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
The hand! Man! It shouldn't have been draggin on for a week I don't think. But of course I was at work when the nurse called back, and she couldn't give any information to Eor, no, heaven (and privacy policies) forfend.
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject