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Monday, February 25, 2008
National Eating Disorders Awareness Week
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
“Who are we as a country?”
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Words to live by
Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat.
Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
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Νέος ἐφ’ ἡμέρῃ ἥλιος. [The sun is new every day.]
Heraclitus
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Every day is a new deal.
Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
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I’m not afraid to get it right
I turn around and I give it
one more try
Sufjan Stevens, “Jacksonville”
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L’attention est la forme la plus rare et la plus pure de la générosité. [Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.]
Simone Weil, in a letter
Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
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Νέος ἐφ’ ἡμέρῃ ἥλιος. [The sun is new every day.]
Heraclitus
*
Every day is a new deal.
Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
*
Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
*
I’m not afraid to get it right
I turn around and I give it
one more try
Sufjan Stevens, “Jacksonville”
*
L’attention est la forme la plus rare et la plus pure de la générosité. [Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.]
Simone Weil, in a letter
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
comments: 3
Thank you, Dad, for taking the time and space to address this issue on your blog!
Eating disorders do not just affect the individual suffering. Parents, children, siblings, friends, co-workers, and anyone else who has a relation to the sufferer may experience some of the cruel aspects of anorexia nervosa, bulimia, BED, EDNOS, compulsive over-eating, etc.
Even if just one person sees this and benefits from it directly, it has the potential to help many, many more.
Thanks again for bringing awareness to such an important (and often overlooked!) issue.
Hi Number One Daughter! That's exactly why I put that page in a post -- if just one person who might otherwise not see it gets something from it, it's helpful.
Hi folks!
I never count fat grams.
Carbs, however are a different story. One of the side effects of my meds is an increased risk of type 2 diabetes (I have two siblings already diagnosed with it, both younger than I). So I try to limit my high GI carbs (white bread, pasta, etc.) to less 25% of the total. In other words, I have to eat like a diabetic to avoid becoming one. So far, it works for me. But I am a borderline obsessive, so keeping track of what I eat and planning menus for every meal for a week at a time is a snap.
My own view of eating disorders is that it is part of a bigger dietary picture. Not everyone thrives on the food pyramid diet, with lots of cereals at the bottom. I for one would come to resemble it in form if I ate the way the government recommends. But this is what we would expect, if we believe that our metabolisms are the product of evolution. Mother Nature does not know in advance what we will be getting to eat, and the genes that make some people fat in a world with all-you-can-eat restaurants might help them survive a famine.
But I also walk to work and back, which adds up to one hour of brisk motion on foot each day. In this I am lucky, I know. Not everybody gets to live within walking distance of their jobs.
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