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The best and most fascinating studies for me are the simple ones.  I don’t want to know the genome of the brain, someone does, but not me.  I want to know why I eat and why I exercise.  More practical and applicable to my daily life than know the DNA of my left parietal lobe.  If indeed I have one of those.

Last week in Boston the annual Experimental Biology Conference took place.  This annual event gathers leaders from a diverse set of fields, including nutrition, to discuss the cutting edges of their disciplines.  I was thrilled that the study entitled, “Menu labels displaying amount of exercise needed to burn calories show benefits” was one that the New York Times chose to highlight earlier this week.  Out of all the amazing research presented, why we eat the way we do and ways to stop it grabbed the headlines.  Progress.

A small provision of the Affordable Health Care Act states that restaurant chains of more than 20 outlets must display the calorie content of their foods.  This is welcome news, however, how many of us know what that number means or even care? Calories in a McDonalds Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese?  750 big ones.  ”Wow, that seems to be quite a few,” we think immediately before taking off a bite.  The issue with calorie counts and nutritional content is that the information is not salient to us, it is not meaningful.  Most know that high calories may want to be avoided, but even that is relative.  Enter the present study.

Researchers at Texas Christian University tracked what people ordered and what they actually consumed as a result of ordering from three different menu options.  The food items listed on the menus were identical with one exception:  one menu simply listed the food, another listed calories next to the food, and the third listed how long one would have to briskly walk if they ordered and consumed each food.  Now we’re talking.  Threaten people with exercise and watch them change their behavior.

When ordering from menus that listed how much brisk walking would be needed to burn off the consumed calories individuals ordered and ate significantly less calories when compared to the other two conditions.  There was no difference in calories ordered or consumed when comparing menus with and without calorie counts.

This isn’t to say that menus with calories listed are meaningless.  To some this information is useful, to others it is simply a moment for pause.  However, exercise is salient, people can relate to walking.  When you see a sirloin steak you want and next to it reads “You will have to walk briskly for 60 minutes” in order to burn those consumed calories behavior seems to change.

Take home message:  if we want to get people to change their behavior around food and exercise, the information we share with them must be relevant.  This information cannot be abstract, like calorie counts.  That Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese?  Go walk for two hours and get back to me.

How long will did I have to walk after I consumed last weekend’s birthday desserts?  Way too long.  And that means something to me.

As we sat down for lunch yesterday I ordered a Coca Cola Light. My first of the trip. The cans are smaller and I quickly finished it off. My daughter, having ordered a soda water, and utilizing her straw for all manners of entertainment, asked, “Why did you drink yours so fast? You don’t have any left for lunch.” Astute 4 year old observations. “My can is smaller than your bottle,” I said. Was it?

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They are the exact same volume, 325 ml. Eyes can be deceiving, don’t drink your calories, even when in Thailand. And even if it’s diet.

One of the many fun aspects if traveling through Thailand is the interesting play on the English language. Especially when it comes to food. At dinner last night one student remarked on the menu’s description of spicy: “little bitspicy.” Bit spicy had become one word with a rough sketch of half a pepper next to it.

I offer the following photo for your entertainment. There are two things I like about it: the use of the word munch and the questioning of being the best.

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The eating season has reached its crescendo and now the only thing standing between us and weight loss nirvana is the liquor coated, calorie guzzling New Year’s Eve party. Thank goodness for kids. We’ll ring in the new year by 8:00 pm, sip on bubbling grape juice and call it 2012. Ok, there may be some more food involved, and I’ll give you 8:15. Special night.

The past few days at our house have been filled with Papa and Grandma, smiles, a few tired tears, awe, wonder, and food. Glorious, delicious, yummy food. My partner is amazing in the kitchen. Christmas Eve morning brought blueberry pancakes, a lunch of roast beef, gruyere, and arugula sandwiches, and chicken marabella for dinner. Who knew prunes and olives could taste so good. Strata welcomed us on Christmas morn followed by sirloin and cake. Some details have been omitted as I am in food coma. And denial. Denial that the season is winding down and denial that holiday calories actually count and that there will be a reckoning this morning.

As I look back over the past few days, I smile. Walking down the stairs with a 4 year old leading the way while holding a ten month old on Christmas morning brought tears to my eyes. Our daughter realized that Santa had gobbled up the cookies left and read the note written. She saw the presents under the tree and noticed Rudolph ate the carrot that was laid out for him, and, I believe, truly felt joy. Moments are wonderful things. She then realized that Santa had placed a stocking on top of Elfie (of Elf on the Shelf fame) and asked if he would be ok. After a quick discussion we determined that Elfie had done his work for the season and that he could be touched in order to save his life.

After a busy semester at school the past few days brought me a sense of calm. Surprisingly, even with food. I turned off the food tracking app, enjoyed the food before me (and not before me: put chocolate covered almonds in the cupboard, allow me to find them, and what am I supposed to do? Ignore them? Nope.) and repeated. Repeatedly. Cookies, cake, strata, roast beef, cookies, cake, pancakes, chicken. For the first time that I can remember my inner monologue was making jokes about “getting serious again on Wednesday,” yet not fretting on Tuesday. Even as I ate my third piece of cake last night during the viewing of “Family Stone” I wasn’t scared. For whatever reason this eating season ends differently than those of the past: knowing that no matter what the scale reckons I will be ok. I’ll accept it, admit my enjoyment, and then get back to my moment by moment work of weight. Moments are wonderful things. Christmas miracles even better.

We will spend the afternoon today with my mother, my sisters and their partners, and all the cousins. We have reached the day after Christmas yet the season doesn’t want to give up on me too easily. I will be tempted with Swedish meatballs, lefse, peppermint ice cream, and something called fruit soup. In 40 years I have yet to dip my spoon. Sorry, mom. I’m going for 17 meatballs. And I’m ok with that.

Do any of you remember the new Coke debacle of 1985? I was but three years old (ok, that’s a lie) and have vague memories of it. From what I can recall Coca-Cola went all out in its marketing campaign to get the masses addicted to new Coke. Didn’t go so well and the company quickly reversed course and came back to the old formula and rebranded it Coke Classic. Lesson learned, change is hard. My guess is that 99.9% of people wouldnot have been able to tell the difference between the two varieties had they not been told.

With that backstory, here comes the new Diet Pepsi. Not so much a dramatic reformulation, but rather, a slight change in the artificial sweeteners used. For eons PepsiCo has utilized aspartame as its sweetener of choice. Quietly, over the past few months they have begun adding another in addition to aspartame, acesulfame potassium. I don’t know much about artificial sweeteners, however, they are artificial. For years I have tried kicking my Diet Coke habit and have made progress, yet occasionally crack one open. Harmful? I don’t know. My guess is that in copious amounts its not the best for me.

Health debate aside, the more important issue here for me is that PepsiCo will not be communicating this change:

The sweetener change will not be explicitly communicated in the ads, which will feature actress Sofia Vergara.”

Maybe it’s because Ms. Vergara, of Modern Family fame, really appreciates her acesulfame potassium. maybe not. In an era of over hyping everything I find it intriguing that PepsiCo won’t formally announce this change. Lesson learned from new Coke, I guess. However, it does give pause when we think about what is in our food (depending on how food is defined). Companies aren’t legally bound to tell us exactly what we are eating. They can hide behind terms like “natural flavors” and the like. This forces us all to take ownership of want we eat and in the season of eating that can become difficult.

Do you have your Christmas dinner planned? Do you know what’s in it? Here’s a trick, serve a turkey. Guess what’s in it? Turkey. Last time I checked turkeys don’t come with an ingredient list that contains acesulfame potassium. Food, real food, it’s what’s for dinner.

Many of you may remember the SNL commentaries by Jack Handy, those of “Deep Thoughts.” Today I pay homage to Mr. Handy by sharing some random thoughts.

Several recent articles have got me thinking about how much information, or new knowledge, it would take for us to change our habits. Habits are powerful forces, but do they stand up in the face of new information? Of course they do, that’s why they’re so hard to break. Yet, how much would it take to force change?

In yesterday’s posting I mentioned the recent work demonstrating that exercising in the afternoon favorably alters our circadian rhythms. As we age our sleep patterns change, making it more difficult to fall asleep and, equally important, to stay asleep. I’m 40 years old, making me middle age by definition of the American College of Sports Medicine. There goes my sleep. If this research holds true we should seriously consider afternoon exercise sessions. Sleep is so incredibly important and even now we don’t do a good job of getting enough.

I so love morning exercise. Will I change? Doubtful.

In a recent New York Time’s opinion piece, Dr. David Agus, professor of medicine and engineering (he must be smart) at the University of Southern California layed out the data for the taking of an aspirin a day:

“The data are screaming out to us. Aspirin, one of the oldest remedies on the planet, helps prevent heart disease through what is likely to be a variety of mechanisms, including keeping blood clots from forming. And experts believe it helps prevent cancer, in part, by dampening an immune response called inflammation.”

I can’t remember the last time I took an aspirin.

And from today’s edition an article on Sarah Kavanaugh, a 15 year old vegetarian from Mississippi who has started a petition asking PepsiCo to remove brominated vegetable oil from Gatorade. 200,000 people have signed on. Some facts stated in the Time’s piece regarding brominated vegetable oil:

“Brominated vegetable oil contains bromine, the element found in brominated flame retardants, used in things like upholstered furniture and children’s products. Research has found brominate flame retardants building up in the body and breast milk, and animal and some human studies have linked them to neurological impairment, reduced fertility, changes in thyroid hormones and puberty at an earlier age.”

“…10 percent of drinks sold in the United States contain brominated vegetable oil, including Mountain Dew, also made by PepsiCo; Powerade, Fanta Orange and Fresca from Coca-Cola; and Squirt and Sunkist Peach Soda, made by the Dr Pepper Snapple Group. The ingredient is added often to citrus drinks to help keep the fruit flavoring evenly distributed…”

“…the European Union has long banned the substance from foods, requiring use of other ingredients. Japan recently moved to do the same.”

“A company can create a new additive, publish safety data about it on its Web site pay a law firm or consulting firm to vet it to establish it as “generally recognized as safe” — without ever notifying the F.D.A.”

Gatorade is everywhere in my field. I cannot begin to count the bottles I have consumed in my lifetime. At least I am getting my vegetables, albeit with a dash of neurological issues.

Morning exercise, aspirin, and bad Gatorade. Will research move us to change our habits? Mine are pretty stubborn. Only time will tell.

Yes, we’re back. The we being the cookies, the egg nog, the lefse. Christmas Elf is back to, but that is another story. And after a week or so of adjusting to the eating season we at salientdictates are back too. Just in time.

Is it me or does the snow just make you want to eat? My young daughter and I had a conversation yesterday about avoiding yellow snow. For adults this is easy, for children it’s interesting. Yellow snow is fascinating, it’s different. Christmas is two weeks ago and our eating environment is different and interesting as well. Holiday treats abound, whether they were me for you or not. I have yet to meet a cookie that didn’t have my name on it. Maybe we should treat holiday cookies like yellow snow.

This past weekend I struggled with the cookies. My partner hosted a book club on Thursday and baked everything from scratch. Truffles, brownies, cookies. What intrigued my was that last week during the baking buildup to the event I had no issues with these indulgences being around. I didn’t eat them, didn’t want to eat them. Care had been taken to hide them from eyesight, but still I knew they were in the vicinity. On Saturday we had some dear friends over for dinner and again cookies were present. Sweets were in the house.

Something bizarre happens to me on the weekends. I lose control. I have been working diligently to reign the weekend binge in, however, it is a struggle and this weekend past was especially cruel. During the week it is much easier for me to control my eating. Cognitively I seem to be smarter during the week and when the weekend approaches my brain and restraint gets left at the office. Not sure why this is. Layer holidays and lefse, with a dose of “I just shoveled for two hours” rationalization and I am in trouble. I most definitely need to work on this.

Christmas Eve is on a Monday this year. Christmas a Tuesday. Extended weekend! Woohoo! Extended eating. Uh-oh. Maybe I should just age. The cookies won’t taste so good.

Now that the turkey has been stuffed, literally, in each of us, it is time to look forward to the eating season. Truly. Hold on, one remnant of Thanksgiving remains: the ubiquitous questioning. As in, So, did you get enough to eat? “. Thanksgiving is about the food. Going back to the 1600s it always has been. However, it has also been about the people, the friendships young and old, and that gathering of community. This thought struck me as I went through my day yesterday.

To many of my students upon seeing them, I would ask “How was break?” Breaks from class are the one thing more important to college students than food. On receipt of the “fine, worked a lot,” I asked my standard follow up, “So, did you get enough to eat?” Invariably the answer is yes. Very yes.

By my own admission I put the focus on food prior to the holiday discussing with my students how many calories the average American would consume and how that consumption was to be impacted by the presence of their families. Food, food, food. It’s my business, but sometimes we all need a break from work. Looking back to yesterday I should’ve asked, “How was the family?” Take the focus off the food, for at least a moment.

Why do I, why do we, ask the question about consumption volume? Are we hoping others respond the way we felt that day so that we can post-rationalize our choices? Misery loves company? Or simply over consumption wants to have friends? Perhaps it makes us feel better knowing that everyone else overindulged as well. One reason I ask the question is out of habit. I need to change that. Why overstate the obvious?

Tangentially related to this discussion of why we ask the questions we do is my Saturday visit to the AT&T store. Upon entering I was greeted by a customer service rep who asked, “What brings you in today?” Not “How can I help you?” Subtle, but key. The bringing in question kept me at the center of the conversation, not the rep. I’ve been empowered. “I’m interested in the iPhone 5,” I responded. Interested, not buying, interested. “We have it in stock,” the rep responded as she made a move to the back room. And bam, within 30 seconds I had my new phone in my hand. Hadn’t even made the decision to purchase it, but the rep most definitely guided the conversation towards that end. Wonderful marketing skills. She made me the center of the conversation, empowered me, and put the focus immediately on the phone. In my empowered state I was powerless, I had to make the the purchase. Same thing goes for how I “market” food with questions of volume both prior to and following Thanksgiving. Rather, I should be marketing the family. Take food out of the equation to the extent that is possible. Or language has an immense impact on those that listen. Even when it comes to food.

Now, back to the turkey.

“Apple pie for breakfast here,” chimed a text from a family member early this morning. The eating season has been officially kicked off.

We here at salientdictates hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgiving. The turkey, stuffing, even cranberries. Time with family and friends are such valuable commodities. Combine these wonderful factors and we have a powerful force pulling us towards consumption. How’d we do in that department?

Thirty two seconds after we arrived at my mother’s, I had found the snacks. 11:00 am and the eating had begun. It did take me walking to two different floors of the house to find said snacks, I’ll count that as exercise. Chips, dips, crackers, and cheese. A requisite vegetable tray that sat untouched. B+ for effort.

At one point I simply sat down next to the snack table. I’d already exercised by walking up and down two flights of stairs, no need to increase the effort further. Thoughts of “Stop,” rang in my head. Thoughts of “Feed me,” screamed my mouth. My mouth then convinced my arm to abet it and the head had no chance. Gross misdemeanors were committed at the hands of the snack table yesterday. And I mean gross. I even paid a young nephew $1, under the guise of increasing his savings account, to go upstairs and grab me a soda. Nothing like getting others to be complicit in your personal destruction.

Dinner had yet to be served.

Turkey, squash, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole and jello (come on, it’s Minnesota), rolls, and wine. Couldn’t forget the wine. All followed by apple pie. I hurt. Physically, I was in pain. I fell asleep sitting up.

The interesting thing for me yesterday was that I knew exactly I would act this way before arriving at my mother’s house. I knew my eating patterns would change. I’d thought about it. A lot. Yet there I was getting crushed by my sister’s wonderful dip. Why? Why does this happen? Partially environment, the unspoken permission given by family, the taste, the other days of the year I do my best to limit moments like this? All figure in. 4,500 calories? Easily.

And yet, a fine day. Family, friends, cousins, kids, sisters, brothers. How often do we get to do that?

I’m just glad this morning’s text didn’t claim, “Franzia for breakfast here.” That would indicate a real problem.

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