“Don’t Reward Yourself With Food: You Aren’t a Dog.” (Or are you?)

I could point fingers any number of directions, but I most blame my tendency to reward myself with food on Pizza Hut’s early 90s BOOK IT! reading program. My fellow Millennials know the drill: you’d read five non-homework books a month, have an adult drive you to your local Pizza Hut franchise and collect aContinue reading ““Don’t Reward Yourself With Food: You Aren’t a Dog.” (Or are you?)”

Celery-brate Good Times

I spent the first several years of my adult life largely avoiding the vegetable aisle, and not just because I had an innate fear of Jim Henson’s singing produce. Raised in a typical American household of the late 80s and early 90s, my earliest memories of vegetables were microwaved broccoli florets, steamed lima beans andContinue reading “Celery-brate Good Times”

Strength in Numbers

Tomorrow I’m going to arrive for my second monthly biometric weigh-in, and the results are not going to be pretty. I realize that statement opens the door to all kinds of follow-up questions. What’s a biometric weigh-in? It’s a chance for me to stand on a body-fat scale and learn if I’ve built any muscleContinue reading “Strength in Numbers”

On the Fifth Day of Christmas

I woke up each morning during my Christmas week in Baltimore intending to write a seasonally timed “how to stay healthy during the holidays” blog post. I also woke up each morning during my Christmas week in Baltimore intending to snap a new album cover for Keira and my early 90s rap EP. Clearly onlyContinue reading “On the Fifth Day of Christmas”

Pour Some Sugar on Me

If you turned on the TV yesterday, you were probably bombarded with news reports touting a new study published in the journal JAMA Internal Medicine that shows Americans are eating entirely too much sugar. If you didn’t turn on the TV yesterday, $5 says you either don’t have a TV or the opposable thumbs toContinue reading “Pour Some Sugar on Me”