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Today's breakfast-crepes with sauteed fruit, melted chocolate drizzle and vanilla yogurt. When I was little, I mean, when I was young, (I was never particularly little compared to my peers), I recall a recurrent argument with my mother. “ She can have it/eat it/do it—so why can’t I ?”, I’d beg to know, to which she’d respond something like “If she jumps off the Empire State building does that make it okay for you too?” (Yes, I’m from NY and that was the tallest building back then.) Her point, of course, was that what’s good for one isn’t necessarily good for another. And if you’re going to compare, be careful. Which gets me to you and your need to compare yourself to others; and more specifically, to compare your eating and your weight.   So what do you think—helpful to compare or harmful? Is it okay sometimes, or must you be consistent and never compare? Does it matter if you’re under eating, or if you’re overweight or is it simply dangerous? Does it really matter what I eat (or ...

Here's what she had to eat. Take a look. Then write down your assessment and tell me what you think. You know, as if you were the nutritionist working on helping her improve her diet and her relationship with food. 8:30-9:00 Bread and jam, 2 slices Freshly juiced red grape and berry juice, ~8 oz. Coffee with whole milk ------------------------------------------------ Vanilla yogurt with fresh peaches ------------------------------------------------ Semolina cake with plum topping ------------------------------------------------ 1 fried egg Bread and jam 12:30 PM Medium gelato, ~2:00 PM Wine samples and bread sticks 3:30 PM ½ a thick cheese and tomato sandwich, on white Italian bread ½ a thick pesto and roasted veggie sandwich, same bread ---------------------------------------------------- Wine tasting, approximately 6 oz, and a few bread sticks 7:45 PM Cheese samples, approximately 1-2 oz. 8:00 PM Bread, 2 slices Large vegetable salad (enough for 2 or 3 people) with olive oil and...

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...