Archive for the ‘Eating’ Category

Why Reading About Parenting is Bad for You

By Daddy Clay Friday, February 3rd, 2012

Reading parenting columns is a dangerous business. You should go back to playing Fruit Ninja.

In my most recent experience, a quick read of a piece in a major national newspaper nearly resulted in: one car crash, one house fire, and several lacerations.

The column in question was of the kind that makes you feel inadequate. (There are only two kinds. The other kind is usually written by a bumbler about his or her parenting misadventures, inducing the reader to feel smug and superior. Sorry for making you feel so inadequate all these years.) The author opined that she was sick of her kids just doing all the dishes, she wanted them to graduate to preparing entire meals for the family. Read the rest of this entry »

Post-Halloween Nutrition Tip: Fight Fire With Fire

By Daddy Clay Tuesday, November 1st, 2011

The foundation of my house is creaking under the weight of all the candy my kids hauled in last night. Literally thousands of calories are hunkered in grocery bags in the cabinet above the fridge. In years past, this candy has called to me, and I inevitably binged on mini-chocolate bars until finally the shame of pilfering my kids goodies caught up with me.

Not so, this year. I haven’t been tempted nearly as much. My secret weapon — a small stash of dark chocolate. After reading a study that showed a number of health benefits arising from eating dark chocolate (including one in which mice showed increased athletic performance when all juiced on the dark stuff), I bought a bar –a nice 72% cocoa — not the extreme and painfully dark stuff — and found that I love the stuff.

A little goes a long way — more than a small square and the benefits diminish the studies show — and besides, you don’t want a whole ton of the dark stuff. Alas, milk chocolate also won’t do the trick (sorry). In my experience, I have found that a small square right when I wake up really takes an edge off my hunger. That’s all I eat in the mornings pre-run or workout. And it also satisfies my sweet tooth. No cravings driving me to trick or treat.

Does it help my “athletic performance?” Not in any way that I can tell. But it does serve as a nice little reward for getting out of bed for an early morning run. And it’s kept my hand out of the plastic pumpkin.

Do you have any tricks for avoiding the Halloween treats?

Join DadLabs for Chocolate Covered Happy Hour at W Hotel

By Daddy Clay Friday, October 7th, 2011

Come cross swords with the Dadlabs guys, courtesy of 3 Musketeers.

Next Tuesday, October 11th from 6-8pm at the W Hotel.

We should hang out. I know we’re all busy with kids and soccer practice and all the other things, but we should make time. Facebook is not enough.

This is what I’m thinking when a nice guy emails me, says, “we want to throw a party at the W, give away free candy bars, and raffle off some airline vouchers, spa treatments and more candy” and they ask us to co-host. We are a “yes.”

Seems the candy makers sponsored a study and found out that people want more sleep, vacation and chocolate. Men of action, these chocolatiers, they have reformulated their candy bar, and set out across the country handing out plane tickets and spa treatments. Problem solved. For a lucky few, anyway. Read the rest of this entry »

How to Explain Your Midlife Crisis to a Second Grader

By Daddy Clay Wednesday, August 24th, 2011

If you are experiencing a midlife crisis, I have a strong recommendation: have or acquire a seven-year-old. I am grateful to have to explain my various 40-something compulsions to my second grader. Kids of this age are keen observers and quite curious. Under the barrage of their questions, the crisis-haver is forced to formulate elaborate rationalizations for kooky behavior which can prove very useful in subsequent conversations with a spouse.

For my specific mid-life crisis, I have chosen running through which to express my lunacy. After a lifetime of being borderline obese, I decided that I never wanted to be called “Big Guy” ever again. I also decided that running makes you immortal. So I run a lot. Read the rest of this entry »