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Going South: Organic Burst
September 27th 2013
Imogen Edwards-Jones tries out the new super supplements on the block - Organic Burst - and feels like she could take on the world. She's even whistling along to Tragic FM on the school run.
Contrary to what you might think - what with my penchant for a bird bath of red wine and few of Marlboros’ finest - I am not much of a pill popper. I don’t have a handbag full of Nurofen, or a bathroom cabinet stuffed with pick-me-ups; I may look like one of those elderly old soaks who can’t get off the divan without rattling with Bs, Cs, uppers, dowers and tranqs, but I am actually quite abstemious when it comes to pharmaceuticals.
I remember my mother once opining (when in wise old owl mode), that I should save the painkillers until I really needed them, and so I’ve always thought, in hangover terms, if you do the crime you do the time, and you are far better off with a stiff black coffee and a bacon sarnie than anything over the counter. And the same goes for vitamins. If you eat properly and generally pack in your five a day, why do you need to pump yourself full of Berocca whose only benefit, as far as I can work out, is to dye your pee bright orange.
So when I was asked to try out some new super supplements from Organic Burst, the new groovy kid on the powder block, I was rather nonplussed to say the least. I was recommended the anti-ageing with added weight loss combo of wheatgrass, baobab and acai. Unlike most supplements on the market, these are organic, ethically sourced and essentially raw, or as undoctored and messed around with as possible. So you could not get a more pure, unadulterated and therefore, potent, shot if you tried.
And potent is certainly what they are. As I am practically nil by mouth (see that awful Amelia Freer) I didn’t allow myself the luxury of putting these powders into what looks like one of the most delicious smoothie recipes ever (baobab, raspberries, blueberries, yoghurt and coconut water), so I went commando instead.
I mixed an unpleasant looking cocktail of 1 spoon of wheatgrass, 2 baobab and 2 acai pills with a little slurp of water, stirred and drank. When I say drank, that would be a little lie. I spat and screamed and barfed and wailed and stamped and scrunched up my face like I was chewing on a fart. My three year old thought this was the funniest thing he had ever seen. He rocked with laughter, tears rolling down his face, and demanded that I drink the ‘yucky drink’ again. Over my dead body.
Although having drunk the ‘yucky drink’ I was clearly never going to die. Ever. For within about 20 minutes of drinking, I was powering around, striding through the sitting room, ready to take on the world. I am not sure whether it was the baobab, the acai or the fact that the stinking taste of the wheatgrass had finally dissipated that made me feel so fabulous. But fabulous I did feel.
So now I take the ‘yucky drink’ every morning. It has got a little less yucky over time. I have got used to feeling like I have woken up with a pile of lawn clippings fresh from Mr McGregor’s garden shovelled down my gob. But the positive zingy effect has not diminished. Christ, I even irritate myself as I whistle along to Tragic FM, exuding good humour, while doing the school run.
Oh and there are two other things I have noticed as well since I have become a powder addict. One is that Organic Burst is great for hangovers. And two is, it doesn’t turn your pee orange.