Jill Escher, author of "Goodbye, Club Perma-Chub," includes 10 tips to overcome sugar addiction during a podcast interview by Erin Chamerlik (Get Better Wellness). 

I've written about Jill before, and expect I will again. She is a voice of informed reason.

When I published my broadside yesterday about registered dietitians, I said that it reflected views I’d held for a while but that they’d boiled over in the past little while.

Based on my early experience with them, and on what I've heard from others of their experiences, I have long held opprobrium for registered dietitians. But it has recently bubbled over again.

I've already touched twice on the anti-obesity campaign in Georgia, and I'm not sorry for anything I've said. But its return to uproar prompted by the National Eating Disorder Association also brought comment from Dr.

I ran across this graphic at Huffington Post under Darya Pino's byline. It's cute, expressing certain, increasingly prevalent truths under the piece's headline, "Is It Food?" This is not a comical diversion; it's a key question of our age.

In our home, the stairs to the second floor rise on one wall of my son's bedroom, and the hall to my bedroom follows another. So especially when he's near the beginning or end of his slumber, I try to walk lightly.

When I was young (though much older than he is now), I had a different reason to step quietly on stairs at night: Typically, I was en route to or from an illicit trip to the kitchen, seeking to eat in secret what I knew I'd be faulted for if my parents knew.

On the "Dr. Oz" episode on food addiction that ran this week, the news for my peeps and I was good, generally. More than three times as many respondents to an online poll said they think they might be addicted to food than those who said they don’t think they are. And by a ratio of more than 3-1, respondents consider food addiction as serious as addictions to drugs and alcohol.

This post could hardly be further from my usual grounds, despite that "fat" is the fourth word of the passage. I'm reading "Bleak House," by Charles Dickens right now and appreciated the skill of the following so much that I just wanted to share it. It is a description of the elder Mr. Turveydrop, a secondary character at best (or, I should say, secondary so far; I'm still reading):

Welcome to another edition of 10 Words or Less, in which I ask brief questions and request brief answers from interesting people. Today’s participant is cofounder and executive director of NYSHEPA, which “advocates for policies and practices that improve the nutritional and physical activity environment in New York State.” Please, no counting! “10 words” is a goal, not a rule, and besides, let’s see you do it.

A friend and fellow food addict called the other day to lament his latest lost eating battle and I asked him to tell me what had happened. But when he started by telling me how he’d been feeling that morning, I interrupted.

I didn’t want to know about his feelings, or the argument he’d had with his wife, or about the crack in the sidewalk he’d stepped on. I just wanted to know, specifically, what he’d eaten that was causing his agita.