Getting Too Full? You Need Scaffolding

It’s a simple principle, really: Eat when you are hungry; stop when you are comfortably full. How is it, then, that I still stuff myself at times? Yesterday, we went to an amazing Taiwanese restaurant, the kind where the courses just keep coming, and every dish is better than the one before it—you know theContinue reading “Getting Too Full? You Need Scaffolding”

Two Pages of Advice: Is it Enough?

I was doing some long overdue tidying this morning when I came across a pile of literature from WW. Out of about 135 pages of material, there were just two pages dedicated to maintenance. The “All About Maintenance” pamphlet features a really nice picture of a woman of uncertain heritage in a red hoodie, smilingContinue reading “Two Pages of Advice: Is it Enough?”

Weight Management is Not a Religion

                Having tried and failed many times to manage our weight, we intimately understand how failure feels. Weight management becomes a moral goal, and any lapse in adherence to the behavioral standard we set for ourselves becomes a moral failing—a blot on our character. Let’s unpack this idea.                 Karen and I lost a substantialContinue reading “Weight Management is Not a Religion”

Three Suggestions to Outsmart Biology

I am taking a break from Star Trek and outer space to ponder the strategies we need to win against our own “inner space,” our biology. There is nothing like going on a diet to deepen your appreciation of the various and complex mechanisms that allowed you to evolve into being. As a species, weContinue reading “Three Suggestions to Outsmart Biology”

“Listen to Your Body:” Is it a Cliché?

If you’ve been reading this blog, you know that I have been on a diet, a highly unnatural condition that we should do rarely, if ever. Just think about it: When you diet, you are literally eating less than you need to operate your brain and body. You would never expect your car to putContinue reading ““Listen to Your Body:” Is it a Cliché?”

Captain’s Log, Stardate: Self-Doubt 2022.

As we cruise smoothly through space at 448,000 miles per hour, I sense a disturbance in my “inner space.” It is an alien quietly, yet persistently, commenting on my progress: “You’re not losing weight.” “You haven’t dropped a pound in two weeks.” “This diet sucks harder that that black hole straight ahead.” Why this JediContinue reading Captain’s Log, Stardate: Self-Doubt 2022.