When was the last time you thought about your home? I mean really thought about it?
My sense is that we tend to take our homes for granted. They’re simply there. Nothing special one way or the other. They shelter us, hold the TV, and, often, sit next to other nondescript homes in a nondescript neighborhood.
Maybe we think about them when the tax bill comes due, or when we’re worried about the weather and our exorbitant heating bill in the dead of winter.
But for the most part our homes don’t take up too much cranial bandwidth.
Well, I come to you this morning with the thought that your home is feeling neglected and could use a little bit of loving, and living. Read More
There’s change afoot.
It’s not been sudden. More like the slowly rising tide that you notice only when the barnacle crusted rocks have disappeared from the shoreline. But like the tide, there comes a point when this force of nature can no longer be ignored.
In our case, it’s our eating habits. Fewer and fewer of us are gorging on the pre-packaged treats offered up by the large, industrial food companies.
We’ve read the labels, heard the advise, and have decided we’d rather not die an untimely death from one of an assortment of easily avoided chronic diseases. Instead, we are adjusting our habits, shopping around the edge of the grocery store, eating more fresh foods, loosing weight, and visiting the doctor a little less often.
And, as a result, Big Food is in trouble. Read More
Regular readers of this column – at last count there were three of you – have by now noticed a certain ebb and flow to its publication cycle.
What started as a twice a week enterprise eventually became overwhelming, thus causing a natural evolution to its current weekly format.
But there are times when even this slothful pace is too much, and weeks go by before I awaken from my scrivener’s slumber, only to descend once again into the dreaded hell of “what next?!?”
This, my friends, is often referred to as procrastination. The avoidance of doing that which ought to be done.
Type A’s never procrastinate. But even they can succumb to being waylaid by the urgent, thus sacrificing the important. Which, if we’re being honest with one another, is just another form of procrastination. Read More
Imagine you are running errands some bright, sunny day. In the course of your rushing about to get things done, morning turns to afternoon and you feel the pangs of hunger creeping into your consciousness.
Normally you would ignore them in an effort to quickly and expeditiously check off all the items on your to-do list. Only then would you grab something from the fridge once you returned home.
But on this day you give in and walk into a cute little pub that catches your eye. You sit at the bar, order a beer and a bite, and casually strike up a conversation with the person sitting on your left.
This isn’t something you usually do. You don’t talk with seat mates on planes, or speak to strangers in bars. But this time, from the first awkward hello, you chatted amiably until, two hours later, you wonder where the time went.
You arise, preparing to continue with your errands, and exchange phone numbers. And leave with the feeling you may have found a new friend. Perhaps even the love of your life. Read More
’Tis the season for resolutions.
Unlike goals, which lean toward accomplishments (I’m talking to you, all you over-achievers out there), resolutions tend to be about self-improvement.
And they can run the gamut from not sleeping so late to calling your mother more often to reading a book for 20 minutes each evening. Perhaps you’ve already broken one.
High on the list of resolutions made and broken are those concerning diet and exercise. Come January half the country seems to want to eat less and run more. Weight Watchers and LA Fitness bank on it.
Today we’re going to focus on exercise. And I have good news. The lab rats have been working overtime to prove that you don’t need as much of it as you might have imagined to gain significant health benefits. Read More