I attended a conference in December where Meryl Streep was asked what advice she would give the 11,000 attendees.
Without a moment’s hesitation she said, “Stop worrying about your weight. Women lose way too much of their energy worrying about their weight. They could be using that energy for far better things.”
Do you remember the days before some brilliant innovator built a suitcase with wheels? I walked across three terminals with my luggage the other day and was so grateful for those wheels.
January is the time when we all seem to have a renewed interest in our health and success. Having markers, like the start of a new year, a birthday, or even a health scare, often propels us to make all sorts of promises to ourselves about what we will accomplish.
It seems that the brilliant researchers who study our circadian clock, that internal timekeeper, have tuned in to an important factor for weight management. It seems a blue light sensor in the retina measures ambient light level and sets the time to go to sleep and wake up every day.
In the never-ending quest to reach a desirable weight, some cultures that are worth studying are the French and the classic Mediterraneans, i.e., Greeks and Italians. When adhering to their classical way of eating, people in both cultures generally do not have a problem with weight.
We can all think of someone who could be described as a health nut. In some cases, they are a little nutty, but most often they are people who take their health very seriously and do everything they can to stay well.
Today’s post explores the idea of eating three meals a day as a way of maintaining a healthy weight or losing excess weight.
In today’s world, we can get almost any food at any time of year. While this can broaden our choices, in some ways it is not an ideal way to eat.
I love my body – really? Be honest, have you ever said that to yourself? Or is it more typical of you to say, “I hate my body,” or “I hate my thighs,” or “My breasts sag”?
We lament the fact that we are not “perfect.” What would happen if you changed the words and started saying “I love my body”?
There is a piece of folklore about a 90-year-old man named John. He went to his doctor complaining of an aching left knee. The doctor looked at him and wryly said, “You know, John, you are 90 years old.” Without missing a beat John replied, “I know I’m 90, doc, and both of my knees are 90, too, but only one of them hurts.”