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Stir Crazy Grace   August 5, 2013 at 1:46 AM "Thank you, thank you, for normalizing (re-normalizing?) normal food and normal eating! As a mom, I am also doing my best to give these attitudes to my family. My challenge, besides the fact that I deal with my own food issues, is an overeating spouse who likes to bring the child along on his path. Would you ever address anything like that? How we, with food issues, deal with being responsible in our families for being the provider of nutrition and shaper, to some degree, of the attitudes there? I always look forward to your posts! Thank you!" I grew up on Whoopie Pies but I prefer a good scone these days. Thank yo u, SC Grace, for asking and prompting this post. It is not too late to change your eating, nor to model a healthy relationship with food, even if you've struggled during your own childhood. So I'll share a bit about my own experience as a child, a young adult, and as a mom. I grew up on Lucky Charms and Capt’n C...

No more siblings for this fella! No, no more babies in my future--unless I become a grandparent too early in my youth. "Two and through", I just overheard a woman say--I second that sentiment! And I've no need for carrying Depends --a diaper of sorts, for adults. This diaper bag is a bit different and it is as essential for me as for you, male and female alike. It knows no age limits--carry it if you're a teen or in your 60s, a single parent or a mom of little ones. It needs to be carried by you--for you--even if you've got no toddler in tow. This diaper bag allows you to be in control. It holds the snacks you believe you don't need and don't feel you deserve--and it enables you to eat them whenever you need to. This helps you fuel your body any time, any where--whenever you need to. Intuitive eating becomes possible when you can recognize your hunger and are well-prepared to respond to it. It provides you with the essential pick me up to preve...

Ouch, that’s harsh! Let me explain… Honey and milk-filled chai and a snack--just what I needed! You tell me that you skipped your breakfast—because you just couldn’t eat in the morning, or there was simply no time—but you would never allow your kids do this. You acknowledge that a salad—just a salad—for lunch—is not much of a meal. Yet you believe that’s all you really need. Besides, it fills you up. Doesn’t that mean it’s enough for lunch? You attribute your low energy, your fatigue, to everything from your fibromyalgia to your poor sleep, your MS to your high stress, yet you’ve only eaten a fraction of what you need to, in a 10-hour period. You believe that once you start eating you won’t be able to take control—that restricting is the only way to manage your weight—yet you struggle with rebound binge eating and resulting weight gain. And you think it’s just you. You mindlessly eat, and then over exercise, then get frustrated. “Why am I the only one who has no willpower?” you wo...

The first time I traveled to Italy I was 19. I recall marveling at marble fountains, being seduced by sculpture and impressed by massive stone architectural creations while touring through Rome and Florence. But perhaps as memorable as Michelangelo’s larger than life David ( http://bit.ly/nyY9rx ), with which I fell in love, was the smooth and creamy gelato. Twice daily I would indulge in such intense flavors as nicciolo (hazlenut) and espresso, midday and late evening.  In fact, I would purchase a scoop regardless of the hour, whenever I had an excuse to pass through the famous square the gelateria occupied. I had purchased it fearing I’d never, ever, see gelato again. It was now or never , as gelato doesn’t travel well in luggage. This, by the way, was the early 1980’s. During my recent trip, however, I was older and (somewhat) wiser. I had gelato only twice in 7 days. (Okay, I did share some bites of my husband’s on a third occasion, I admit, but does tasting just a bite on thos...

Imagine the disappointment! Didn’t you want to believe it? “Finally, a diet pill I can endorse! Check out this link”, with yours truly as the sender. Yes, my Twitter account was hacked, or hijacked, as they say. Someone managed to get into my account dispensing a bunch of tweets as if they had come from me. And this was just one of the creative gems they sent.  Now, if you have been reading Drop It And Eat for a while, I suspect you were a bit skeptical. And hopefully, you even had the wisdom to stop yourself from clicking and perpetuating the myth. Maybe you even believed it, but knew it would be trouble, a slippery slope, getting into diet pills. You knew it was too good to be true. Perhaps you feel addicted to hope—hope for a solution to your daily eating struggle—for assistance with binge eating, obesity, or body dissatisfaction, in spite of a normal body size. Yes, at times a pill may seem like the only answer. But, dear readers, there are no pills, no magic bullets. Nev...