Slow Suicide: When Eating Is a Call for Help

Her kitchen garbage was composed mostly of empty ice cream cartons and chip bags. For someone who lived alone, worked and ate at home, this was telling. Rather than scolding my friend for setting herself up for a heart attack, or shaming her for letting her blood sugar get out of control, I said, “looks… Continue reading Slow Suicide: When Eating Is a Call for Help

How we (don’t) stop smoking, drinking, sugar…

The other day, I received this email from subscriber Kim Thomas: Growing up, my best friend’s older brother always took care of us. Adam was two years older, a tennis star, and seemingly indestructible. The cigarette tucked behind his ear was his trademark. We had no idea it would end up being his downfall. Last… Continue reading How we (don’t) stop smoking, drinking, sugar…