One of the biggest hurdles when Jacob first started this journey was stomaching the Omega 3 oil prescribed to him by the Naturopath. Not designed to be a forever-thing, the oil he is taking is a super-mega-concentrated ‘grenade’ approach before moving onto a less concentrated, less expensive one later. It’s so thick it crawls out of the bottle on to the spoon. Masked with a peppermint flavour, it’s meant to taste Ok, but as these picture testify, it’s not pleasant at all. Ain’t nobody really going to get past the fact it tastes like fish and it’s breakfast time, and eating fish at breakfast ain’t really that appetising.
Psyching himself up to swallow the dreaded peppermint fish oil.
Breakfast ready to scoff down straight after. Check him out. He’s giving the same look to that spoon as I give to the leg press at the gym.
Booyah, get it in! The bulldog on his top kinda reflects the attitude, really.
He always let’s go of his nose afterwards and says “Thank God you taught me to hold my nose” and scoffs into his breakfast. Which happened to be homemade oat-quinoa muesli, unsweetened yoghurt & berries this morning. He’s seriously loving all this good food.
It’s a big day tomorrow as Jacob gets ready for a few days working on a dairy farm. He is fairly set on working in dairy when he’s older so we’ve told him we’re happy for him to go down that path as long as he gets a taste of it. 4.30am mornings, here we come.
Last word from Jacob:
The Good: Talking myself into believing that the peppermint flavour repeating on me all day is really Peppermint Bubbly chocolate, not peppermint flavoured fish oil. (it’s all in the mind, right?)
The Bad: I’m getting sick of swallowing heaps of vitamin pills, especially the disgusting herb one.
Tomorrow’s mission: Getting a few things sorted to take to the farm.