midnight mommies

While I salute the idea of generally eating less and consuming more fresh foods; the health crisis in the U.S. today is about more than calories or physical activity. Our bodies each have a unique set of needs. Unfortunately, the guidelines continue to lack sound, clear nutrition advice in how to make healthy food choices on a daily basis. This confusion is mostly due to the USDA’s dual mission to both educate Americans about healthy eating habits and to promote the foods produced in our country. Typically the dietary guidelines are filled with mixed messages thanks to corporate food interests and lobbies for dairy, sugar, and junk food.

what’s a sleep-deprived, refined-carb-restricted woman supposed to do? Much to the chagrin of my inner night owl, I think it’s time to turn off the bedside lamp and put a padlock on my computer. I swear to goodness that it isn’t gonna be easy. But I can do anything for a week, right? No extra 15 minutes reading. Emails waiting to be answered will have to wait a bit longer. Dishes in the sink be damned.

This week’s experiment? To go to bed, lights out, at 11 PM. All the night owls out there know how ridiculous this sounds. But I’m here, committing. Or should I say, recommitting? (Yes, I fell off the bandwagon once already). Anyone want join me for the week?

I’m going to be honest with you. I’ve been messing up a lot lately. Truth be told, I just can’t seem to catch up these days. After three weeks on and off the road promoting StyleMatters, and a body that is in flux from my new healthy eating regimen, I’m feeling completely fried. Why am I sharing? I guess I just want to say it out loud to acknowledge for myself: I’m tired. But what’s a woman to do but get back up and keep on walking?

Three weeks ago I was eating junk food from the food vendors at Citizens Bank baseball park in Philadelphia. Today, I’m eating healthy food out of a trash can in a train station in Washington DC. And they say you can’t teach and old dog new tricks. It all began last night as I prepped for my [...]

She implied that it would taste good. She suggested that my body might eventually crave it. Kale: that hearty leafy green that Bob had once cooked to rubbery imperfection, scaring me off for almost a lifetime. And then I found it: Simla’s breakfast recipe for chicken apple sausage and kale.