Choosing a gluten-free diet is popular right now, even among people who do not have an allergy to gluten and consequently, Celiac disease. Gwyneth Paltrow admits that she is not allergic to gluten, but has stated that she feels better eating gluten-free. “Cupcake Wars” contestants have included owners of gluten-free bakeries, suggesting that eating gluten-free is bigger and bigger business. Even more convincing is that product labels now carry the words “gluten free” prominently, making it easier for consumers to choose wisely.
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When I was a girl, I did not have a full slate of athletic options. In required Physical Education classes, we played Dodge Ball–a heinous form of Gotcha, in my opinion–although, I’ll grant, Vince Vaughn as captain of a dodgeball team softened the punch of this game by taking outcasts and oddballs under his rather large wing. In my experience, Dodge Ball existed because it entertained our teachers. We also played Red Rover, volleyball, half-court basketball, and the one that toughened us the most: field hockey without shin guards.
I am a believe in progressive goal setting as a means to achieve greater success over time. It is probably attributable to a degree of risk aversion in my personality coupled with a strong desire to accomplish new things.
Weight. What’s a girl to do with the Christmas/New Year’s double-whammy of wanting to look your best, but being bombarded by all the festive foods, sweet treats, and not-the-norm eating and drinking that quickly adds unwanted pounds?!
The holidays definitely have a way of sabotaging the diet! The frustrating dilemma of “what to wear” or more likely, “what will fit” can easily take away the merriment for many women. Certainly, there are those women, the body confident, for whom the holidays are a delightful series of events to showcase a great figure and fashionable wardrobe, but for the former group, I write this in hopes that you’ll be encouraged as the New Year rings in perhaps a few weighty resolutions.
Last month, I spent a merry hour and a half on hold while making six different phone calls, three each to two separate companies. I hope that both companies actually record every second of the connection “for quality assurance purposes,” because I had a whole lot to say while on hold, especially to the company that subjected me to a male voice every ten seconds, repeating: “Your call is important to us. Please stay on the line.” I longed to crawl through the line and shut off that recording with extreme prejudice.
Two weeks ago, before Herman Cain accused women of being liars, I urged women to learn the language of their ancestors by embracing their heritage as the nurturer in charge of nutrition in their own homes. This week I wish to urge you to stay out of the kitchen. Eat out, let your significant other take charge, and forgive yourself if you do not know how to put a golden, perfectly basted turkey on the table this Thanksgiving. Remember these words: you can have it all, but not necessarily all at the same time.
The Tour de France has long held a cherished tradition of awarding its last place finisher the “Lanterne Rouge.” Normally, losing a race is nothing to be excited about. But, the epic cycling stage race is so difficult that fully one-third of the riders who start are unable to finish the race. And thus, the Lanterne Rouge is an honor unto itself.
So often, when young married women speak of domestic issues, I hear one say,
“I don’t cook,” and others quickly agree.
“Who has the time?”
“Yeah, really, I work.”
I think of my mother then, a stay-at-home Mom when staying home was not a choice, but an expectation, a given. Only women who had somehow married badly or failed to catch a good man went to the work place. Good wives stayed home.
This is a guest blog by editor and writer Claire Musters, based in Greater London.
As I said in my previous post, life for us working moms is an incredible juggling act – and I know we each have our own particular situations and needs so have to work out what is best for us and our family. Here I’ve provided a few more tips that have helped me at home to focus on what’s important.
I didn’t grow up a vegetarian; in fact my parents would actually force meat on my brother and me, because it was seen as luxury when compared to “common vegetables.” As a result, growing up, I didn’t have the most sincere appreciation or craving for meat. Grilled chicken didn’t make me salivate, steak had no effect, and seafood elicited a “meh” response from me.
It was only when I left law school and came back to California that I made the commitment to be a vegetarian. It wasn’t hard to do, since there were so many food and restaurant options readily available. I was a vegetarian for about 4 years with about 2 years of veganism. But everything changed when I met my boyfriend, who was the antithesis of a veggie lover.