The Obvious Weight Loss Trick You Already Know…

water-diet-2I frequently find myself staring at an open refridgerator with an empty stomach and an even emptier mind. I stand there in a fugue-state not knowing how I got there or how long. I know its been too long because I can feel my nose getting colder and my electric bill getting higher. At some moment I remember a piece of wisdom I think I heard from my grandmother that staring at the fridge will not create new food options. The problem is that my brain is paralyzed in a ping pong match between higher and lower brain centers. My hypothalamus groans “I’m hungry” while my higher cortical regions are busy considering recent publications on macronutrient composition while doing a quick estimation of my caloric intake for the day. It is both frustratingly common and annoyingly repetitve and usually ends poorly. It was this conundrum that was in the back of my head when I was alerted to an interesting new study about a strategy to decrease caloric intake that was so simple and obvious that it cannot be ignored. Continue reading

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Good For You is Bad For You

English: Fruit on display at La Boqueria marke...

I had an interesting conversation with somebody the other day that went something like this:

Them:  I’ve been eating more fruit lately, isn’t that good for you?
Me:  Well, it sort of depends on how much you’re eating.  Eating too much fruit can be “bad for you” if you take in too many calories.
Them:  So fruit is “bad for you”.
Me:  No, fruit is full of nutrients and fiber and usually provides less calories and sugars per ounce than other processed foods.
Them:  So fruit is “good for you”.
Me:  It depends on how much you eat… Continue reading

My Wife’s Wisdom

My wife knows a lot about a healthy lifestyleOne of the best parts of being married is that I have doubled my brain capacity.  My memory has significantly improved and I am much more attentive to things around me.  This is true in spite of the fact that I seem to get more spaced out and flaky with every passing year.  It’s as if the brain cells are falling out with my hair.  More and more I find myself in a room wondering how and why I was there.  Continue reading