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Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

I’m talking about food folks!

By no means am I a nutrition expert, but I do know a few things. And I pay attention to a few others.

First I must recommend The Nutrition Diva podcast/weekly newsletter/books (all available on iTunes). She’s a factual breath of fresh air in the minutia of myths that abound when it comes to nutrition information.

If you’re like me the start of this New Year brought a RE-start of healthy eating habits. I’m a BIG proponent of nutritious victuals. But I’m also a BIG supporter of not depriving my sweet tooth. As long as you choose wisely there’s plenty of room for a daily craving.

When it comes to choosing your treat, take a minute and think about the
3 T’s:

I’d like to have a sweet something with my morning coffee, after breakfast, between breakfast and lunch, after lunch, and, well, you get the idea. But you should really limit yourself to one sweet-treat per day (and about 100 calories). Decide in the morning WHEN you’ll get your treat. Maybe you like yours as a mid-afternoon pick-me-up. I personally like to save mine for after dinner. Just make sure you indulge when you’re not too hungry to avoid having more than ONE of whatever it is you choose to indulge in.

There’s lemony, strawberry-y, coconut-y, and of course chocolate! Some people genuinely don’t have a sweet tooth (not something I can relate to!). but So maybe their cravings are of the salty, savory type. These rules still apply.

This is something that many people don’t realize. The texture of a desired treat is JUST as important as what its made of. There’s creamy, chewy, crispy, hot, cold…… attention to both type AND texture and you’re more likely to quench the little sweet monster that lurks inside.

I’ve recently found a couple of treats that satisfy yet don’t jeopardize:
Fiber One 90 calorie brownies (chewy, chocolatey, and available in a big box
at Costco)
Special K 100 calorie fruit crisps (these taste like pop-tarts and are also
available in a big box at Costco)
Skinny Cow Peanut Bars (Little Debbie also now makes a 100 calorie
version of her classic peanut butter crisps)
Skinny Cow ice cream treats (they have a great variety and they all taste

There’s a slew of other 100 calories treats but the key is if you buy the box make sure you’re capable of eating only ONE of the packages. Most days I can do this, but sometimes I don’t. If you over-indulge one day don’t beat yourself up just start fresh the next. When it comes to nutrition your average is much more important than any one “good” or “bad” day.

“Let food be thy medicine, and medicine thy food” Hippocrates

And sometimes that medicine is a bit of chocolate!

Happy Eating!


Wednesday, January 18th, 2012

Home is where the heart is.

Home is where you hang your hat.

Home again. Home again. Jig, jig, jig (my Mom used to say this one a lot)

And loads of other cliche tag lines that just don’t quite define what it means to be HOME.
We moved around A LOT when I was a child. That nomadic lifestyle seems to have continued
on into my adulthood (14 houses/apartments, 6 cities, and 3 countries since leaving for college).
For nearly as long as I can remember I’ve had unresolved feelings towards the notion of
“home”. And now in my 30s I’m still grappling with the concept.

For most of my young adult life Page, AZ was home, even after leaving for college. Though we
lived in several different houses within that tiny town, the city limits still created a magical
comfort threshold for years after I didn’t even have a house there anymore. I spent 8 years
playing and growing on the streets of that town. It was the first time that I could remember
feeling settled. But it wasn’t a brick and mortar domicile that evoked that feeling (indeed some
of our homes were tin sided). And I found myself still being envious of my friends who had
lived in the same house since they were born.

On the other hand, being home doesn’t necessarily coincide with the length of time spent in one
location. We’ve lived in a beautiful house in Texas for 2 years, but even now I find myself
sometimes feeling like London is still home. I’ll never forget the trip I took back to Phoenix
when, upon leaving, I felt for the first time since moving to Europe that I was HEADED home
and not leaving it. Perhaps it’s just a mixed dose of nostalgia and “expatriate-romance” causing
these thoughts, but it’s also because I felt very “at home” and comfortable in London. And
while we didn’t have many friends there, the ones we did have were warm and caring.

In fact, there have been times when I didn’t even live in a place but felt very much at home – at
my Sister Lindy’s house in Flagstaff & Colorado, or at our good friends The Bradley’s house in
Phoenix. These are places I’ve visited often, so there’s a level of ease and familiarity. But I’m
certain that my level of comfort has more to do with the wonderful people residing in these
houses than with the frequency and duration of my visits. When you’re with people who feel
like home, home could be anywhere you’re all together. Transversely, if you don’t have good
friends nearby, even the nicest house in the best city can seem foreign.

So I guess HOME is not necessarily a singular place or specific duration of time or the people
you’re surrounded by. Its ALL and NONE of these things in some unknown mix with a
sprinkle of attitude and experience on top.
I’m learning to make peace with the fact that, for me at least, a definitive definition of HOME
doesn’t exist (yet). And while the ambiguity can sometimes be unsettling, after many years and
many moves I’m learning to be comforted by the fact that indistinctness doesn’t necessarily
mean lost-ness.