Well, I suppose this is good news: Jenn and I have recently cut out almost all sugary drinks out of our lives, moving our respective caffeine consumption from Cherry Coke to Diet Cherry Coke, Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper, Diet Sprite and Coke Zero. I’m not loving the diet sodas — some days less than others — but I’m OK with it.
Now a Harvard study says that just doing this is enough to lead to measurable sustained weight loss. NPR had a story on it yesterday, meaning I heard about it on the most e-mailed stories podcast this morning:
Researchers say a simple way for teens to lose weight is to stop having sugary drinks. Doctors at Children’s Hospital in Boston found that teenagers who replaced soda and juices with calorie-free beverages lost about a pound a month over a six-month trial.
A pound a month isn’t anything to get super-excited about, but every little bit helps, I suppose. (The photo on my column today in the Hesperia Star looks suspiciously Brandoesque to my eyes.)
Hope you have a good one.
After watching her brother do it for more than a week now, Hanna has finally figured out the game of Fetch, and was quite happy to play it with me this morning before work.
When I got home, they both wanted to play. These are some odd cats.
Much like the pain is now more than the NapraPAC drug combo can handle, sometimes I still get heartburn stemming from all the anti-inflammatories I dump in my gut all day long nowadays. Mmmm, tasty way to wake up in the middle of the night.
But while I’m up … great episodes of Boston Legal and Supernatural this week, no?
So, prior to being diagnosed with sarcoidosis last year, I was in the middle of a heavy-duty regimen of dental care repairing the effects of being too long without dental insurance on my gums. (Kids, don’t try this at home.)
I was just at the end when I went into the hardcore downward spiral, and missed my follow-up appointments and all the rest. (I was actually in surgery on the day I should have been getting my teeth looked at, if I remember correctly.) My illness precluded really focusing on getting back in the swing of things for several months. Today, I went back for my first cleaning since the operation. It didn’t go great — I’m feeling pretty thrashed right now after all the digging around in my mouth with The Hook of Doom and all the rest.
I did learn, from my horse-crazy hygienist, that horses can get sarcoidosis. I now have to come to terms with the realization that I will never run in the Kentucky Derby.
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