Intuitive Eating or Calorie Counting: Which is Better for Weight Loss?

Intuitive Eating or Calorie Counting: Which is Better for Weight Loss?

I LOVE the idea of intuitive eating. Pay attention to your internal hunger before you eat, stop when you are no longer hungry—nothing is forbidden. Your body knows what it needs and if we listen to it, we’ll make good decisions and live at peace with food. But let me explain why I’m not a fan of the idea that intuitive eating by itself is the one-and-only-way to weight loss.

Life Lessons from Pete Rose

Life Lessons from Pete Rose

When I was a child, I was a baseball fanatic. I loved fielding, hitting, sliding, and rooting for the Cincinnati Reds. My brother, two neighbor boys, and I played endless games of tennis ball in the neighbor’s yard. The rules were simple--right field was closed, pitcher’s hand, and over the bushes for a home run. I loved those bushes.  Don’t tell my sixth-grade teacher, but my parents once allowed me to skip school, hang out with Grandma, and watch the Reds play their opening day game on TV. This was serious stuff.

5 Things Patients Have Taught Me About Obesity

5 Things Patients Have Taught Me About Obesity

Don’t get me wrong, I love education, research, and scientific discovery. But many of my most valuable insights during my career haven't come from a symposium or a journal article—they've come from my patients. These experiences put a face on a theory or provide meaningful context to scientific principles. Sometimes my patients just teach me life lessons that I relay to future patients—no data required.

Nutrients Big and Small

Nutrients Big and Small

When I was about 9 years old, someone in our small country church began selling vitamins. I don't know how long they stayed in the business before they gave up to move on to join a pyramid scheme where they sold super-concentrated laundry detergents, glass cleaner and toothpaste that had ground egg shells in it.

Difference makers

Difference makers

Barring some unforeseen longevity, I won't be around in fifty years. Who knows, I may not make it 'til tomorrow. As morbid as it is to ponder, someday I’ll join the great majority.  My last breath will usher in lost opportunities to interact with my family and friends, and my relationships with acquaintances will come to a halt like a plant that succumbs to a hard freeze before it flowers.