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Category Archives: On My Plate
it’s not me, it’s my genes!
You’ve got ‘em. I’ve got ‘em. We’ve all got genes.
By now most of us are aware that the genes we have don’t dictate our health or lack thereof. Most of us are also familiar with the saying “genes load the gun, but environment pulls the trigger”.
Last week I explored the role of triggers, like pregnancy, in understanding the onset of autoimmune conditions, such as Hashimoto’s. I interviewed my very pregnant lead nutritionist, Megan Liebmann, who shared great tactics and recipes for preparing for birth (or any endurance event), so as not to tip the scales and trigger any predisposing conditions, brewing under the surface, in those unexpressed genes, the loaded gun.continue reading...
I can guarantee you that it’s different for you than it is for me.
Last year, right around this time, I told the story of how I had gotten a good taste of why babies scream inconsolably. (At least the babies who have ear infections.)
While on vacation with my son in Hawaii, I contracted an ear infection that made the sides of my head hot, swollen and pierced with excruciating pain; pain that reverberated from deep within my inner ear canal to my dangling lobe and kept me up through the night, wanting to wail at the top of my lungs like a crying baby. My ears were crying tears of their own. By the time the Kauai roosters crowed with the early morning sun, my jaw was clenched tight. I’d barely slept a wink.continue reading...
Sometimes the nutrition world feels like a land of controversy.
I bet you know what I mean, and often find yourself wondering just who to pay attention to.
There are hundreds of “nutrition experts” (all with conflicting advice), new books each week offering the best diet ever, and friends or family claiming they’ve found the holy grail (and you should try it too).
~ 3 square meals only vs. 6 snacks each day
~ vegan vs. paleo
~ gluten-free vs. grain-based
~ low-carb vs. low-fat
~ raw vs. cooked
And that’s just the tip of the nutritional iceberg!
There’s an abundance of healing protocols claiming to cure a long list of ailments. This one? That one? What’s an informed eater to do?continue reading...
Sometimes your daily dose is a lot to swallow.
I don’t mean all that’s on your plate ~ work, family, health and more.
And I’m not even referring to the vitamin C, vitamin D, CoQ10, etc. etc. that you may choose to wash down each day.
It’s your fruits and veggie intake that I’m thinking about.
And mine too!
That’s why I’ve been spending the past week dipping into the crisper, getting ready for the Refresh Cleanse.continue reading...
Are we there yet?
Have we reached our dietary goal?
Is this the stopping point?
Is it all better now?
But for some of us, there is an elusive place that’s as hard to reach as OZ during waking moments. It’s not that we can’t (and don’t!) achieve our goal weight, energy and physical stride. It’s that it can be challenging to stay there. . . forever.
I’m not talking about the difficulty of Sticking With It!, of learning how to heed your prescribed dietary plan or known parameters for optimal health. Instead I’m referring to the changes that occur within our bodies themselves.
As your body changes, so does its dietary needs.continue reading...
It started when you were very little. Someone slipped a shoe on your pudgy foot to see if it fit.
And maybe it did and maybe it didn’t.
Depending on the fit and your temperament, you may have ended up screaming and crying with the constrained and disappointing feeling of the miss-match.
Thus started a journey through life. . . of finding the right shoes, the right jeans, the right partner, the right mentor, the right diet, the right foods.
Life has become a never-ending process of “trying on” one thing, then another, like Goldilocks wandering through the bears’ house while they’re out picking berries for their porridge. (And maybe porridge doesn’t fit with your dietary and digestive parameters and maybe it does. . .)
Throughout the month of March I’ve been thinking about when the shoe fits (and when it doesn’t), quite a bit. In my own life, I’ve been trying to fit eggs back into my diet.
Eggs. . . the near perfect food. (swoon)
An ancient food!continue reading...
When I was a kid, we all read the book Our Bodies, Ourselves, the pivotal book on women’s health and sexuality. Do you remember it?
The book spoke openly about subjects that were formerly, publicly, taboo ~ subjects such as why we bleed and get cramps, how to protect ourselves during sex and where our sexuality may be seated inside of our bodies. Women, young and old, were hungry for this information about ourselves.
Our Bodies, Ourselves sold over 250,000 copies as a hand-made pamphlet, without any advertising, and has gone on to sell over four million copies world-wide.
It’s interesting that over forty years later, we still need to fight to uncover the information that speaks to what’s going on in there.continue reading...
Since we’ve waved goodbye to 2013 just over a week ago, I’ve found myself glancing back over my shoulder at the reflection of the year past and looking forward to this new year with excitement and anticipation. Even expectation.
This chance for reflection is one proven reason why making resolutions at this time of year is actually so effective.
Reflection + Resolution is apparently a winning combo.
(Hey, the Resolution Detox Kick-Off Class is tomorrow night. This community is eager for that promising post-reflection forward momentum. You too? Join us!)continue reading...
Get over yourself. . .
I’m taking a risk leading with that headline.
No, I’m not telling you to get over yourself. Really I’m not. Sometimes it’s completely appropriate to take ourselves seriously.
I am, however, telling myself to get over myself. And I tell myself this regularly.
Get over yourself has been one of my mantras for several years now.
And it works.
Taking myself and my actions too seriously keeps me from taking risks, it leaves me playing small, and it honors ego over passion and creativity.continue reading...
Thanksgiving is one of those holidays that’s shrouded in tradition. Not just the tradition of what we eat ~ turkey, stuffing and cranberries ~ but also where we go, who else will be there, who makes the gravy and who cleans it up.
Thanksgiving is also a holiday that’s seasoned with memories.
The traditions stick until they’re broken. The memories hold until they’re forgotten.
Sometimes marriage is the torch that passes the tradition of hosting down to the next generation. Other times it’s when the first baby arrives, or perhaps the purchase of a house. There are those times when the torch is passed to the next home or generation out of necessity.
And sometimes we break tradition just because we can.continue reading...