The Center for Science in the Public Interest says that practically all of Ben and Jerry's 53 flavors have processed substances in them, which undercuts the brand's claim to the word "natural" on its labels. Here's more detail from Crop to Cuisine:
The Boston Herald has a story on food addiction today, and mine is the photo they used to illustrate it.
Apparently they had someone else lined up to shoot, but she backed out. I gather that it was because she's in a Twelve Step fellowship and they have an anonymity clause, which hadn't come up earlier in the paper's process.
I'm used to learning about causes from hired spokespeople, but in this case, it's the other way around.
The Binge Eating Disorder Association has hired Chenese Lewis as its spokeswoman, and I've heard of it, but not of her. So I went to her website, of course, and I learned that she's making a good career of being of a larger size.
She was crowned the first Miss Plus America in 2003, and she's been on Dr. Phil and in Figure Magazine. She is the chief creative officer of Chenese Lewis Productions, which was founded "on the principal [sic] that you don't have to be size 0 to be beautiful."
A host for an amalgam of science bloggers is in trouble with some of its writers because it agreed to "host a blog sponsored by Pepsi where the soft drink company's employees would write about nutrition," according to a news site at nature.com.
I was one of about two dozen people to attend a house meeting last night, my first, but one of 60 house meetings that Corporate Accountability International plans to host in Boston to support its
I just want to give a shout out to Sean Anderson of Ponca City, Okla., who is writing at losingweighteveryday.blogspot.com, which details his journey from 505 pounds down to 230 "or whatever feels right." (I love that last part!)
I don't know the number he's at right now, but judging by photos, he's well within the normal range, and speaking for myself, that's all I ever desired — to be out of the freak range.
I laid down on the cool, shaded concrete in our front yard yesterday morning after a short (for me) run, and in little time created a pretty full silhouette from my cascade of perspiration. Yes, it was hot out there, even though I went earlier than almost ever, expressly to try to beat the heat. Also, because we had appointments to keep, I ran in the neighborhood, which is hillier than I would prefer to be running in.
I don't want to spend too much time on it, but I've also been working three raised beds, and now some pots as well, at home.
I've gotten a tremendous amount of aid in various support groups. When I started visiting them as an adjunct to therapy, my main focus was on food. I thought I was there to lose weight, and I was shocked and amazed to gain so much in accomplishment, community, and happiness. It got to be so that, when I would speak in those groups, after having dropped 160 pounds or so, I would say something like, "it's not about the food."
I now see that as insensitive revisionism. Until I dropped the weight, it was definitely about the food, even if it was also about other stuff.
I'm reminded of that as I check in about my experience as a member of the Robbins Farm gardening group. We are 15 people who are jointly farming a small plot of land at Robbins Farm Park, which is about a block from where we live in Arlington. Unlike most community gardens, we are not separate gardeners working connected plots. We're a cooperative group, working one plot of land together.