A grapefruit and three ravioli: What a dietitian makes of Roxy Jacenko's food choices
Roxy Jacenko is an entrepreneur. The 45-year-old shares her day on a plate.
7.15am Start the day with my usual skim piccolo, which I drink on the way to school with my children. Then another weak skim piccolo at my son's sports carnival.
10am Stop into physio and then head home for a grapefruit. I live in Singapore and have one every day around this time while working online with my team in Sydney.
1pm Mum is visiting and our lunch is a Greek salad with extra feta prepared by my chef, Rose. Plus two leftover chocolate Easter eggs, the solid mini ones. I needed something to get the taste of the olives out of my mouth!
7pm Dinner at a fab Italian venue with Mum. I have two slices of prosciutto, a piece of parmesan, a meatball and three pieces of ricotta ravioli. I finish with three mouthfuls of tiramisu. To drink, I have a classic margarita cocktail.
Dr Joanna McMillan says
Top marks for… Keeping your portion sizes of sweet treats like the chocolate and dessert small. Your grapefruit as this provides your vitamin C, needed daily as we can't store it.
If you keep eating like this you'll… Starve your gut microbiome since you are very low on both the total and diversity of fibres and polyphenols, the nutrients that boost levels of 'good' bacteria. You are also likely to fall short on several nutrients, including protein, iron, zinc and magnesium.
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