Blog - Health & Fitness
Wanna dominate at the gym...or at least hold your own when it comes to carrying your reusable bags of groceries (canned goods = serious weights)? Naturally, select one (or all) of our fitness tips to evolve your workout routine.
1. Take it outside.
Save some dough and still ditch that doughy tummy by forgoing the gym membership (and electricity-draining treadmill). Enlist Mama Nature (and all that mood-boosting vitamin D from the sun) to help you get fit by hitting local hiking trails, volunteering for park clean-ups, or trying out a simple 30-minute outdoor workout routine (burns at least 260 calories). Read the full post...
Part of that plan included stationing hand soap and eco hand sanitizer - steering clear of the anti-bacterial type that breed resistant supergerms - at every sink. I displayed them prominently next to a stack of towels so our steady stream of visitors would pick up the hint without having to be told: Wanna hold the baby? Wash your hands.
Ten months later we’re still fairly diligent about frequent hand-washing, though it’s equally to get rid of Roxie’s germs (oh, Read the full post...
At 5 months, she’d spend all her waking time in happy baby pose (on her back, legs curled up, clutching her feet with her hands). Two months later, she started sleeping in child’s pose (kneeling, with chest resting on her thighs) and now at 9 months, as she’s figuring out how to stand upright, it’s all about downward dog.
No, yoga isn’t eco per se, but watching Roxane wiggle around in her crib makes me think about how closely it’s tied to nature and natural development. With names like tree, pigeon, and locust, these poses certainly take their inspiration from the environment.
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So this week, after a nudge from a co-worker, I decided to swap my Claritin for something homeopathic - BioAllers for pollen/hay fever has changed my world. Not only am I all unstuffed up and sneeze-free (just 20 minutes after taking the drops), I feel totally awake. Ahhh...relief.
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Today, after a halfhearted attempt to joke around the issue of oils (coconut, flax, hemp, what have you), I defer to an editorial written by Vanity Fair contributor Christopher Hitchins on why women are not funny. I found it hysterical.
-SF Editor Hanah...off to laugh at my own jokes...
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Six years ago, a crazy person (my friend Scott) convinced me to run the NYC Marathon. The best parts: The NYC crowds; seeing my mom after the 59th Street Bridge (aww); and my college buds running the last mile with me. The worst parts: my now crappy knees; watching a 75-year-old man run past me; and my deteriorated running shoes.
I was in a panic over finding a shoe that wouldn't tear off my toenails, but never considered its impact on the earth - until I read Cradle to Cradle, which goes into the poor design of most shoes (combining organic materials like leather with non-eco ones like rubber, vinyl, and adhesives - making it difficult to fully recycle). Since then, I've found some orgs helping to keep millions of pairs of shoes outta landfills.
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Every Monday morning, the Biter bunch meets for a brainstorming meeting. Yep, Monday morning. The first minute (mile) is rough: most of us staring blankly at our laptops or the ceiling. Then our memories get a jolt and out comes the occasional bit of brilliance, like Hanah's "Come As You Aren't" for a Halloween costume tip this week. As we near the end, we start to lose steam, and the finish line can't come soon enough. (I always feel bad for the city editor who has to go last.)
After a good brain workout, I like to indulge in my fave brain food: sleep. Unfortch, I have to wait until I get home. But I can't get enough of it; I'm an oversleeper. I crave it always. When I don't get 'nuff sleep I get cranky, just as I do when I don't get chocolate - and the only thing better than chocolate is an afternoon
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The new toothbrush and sugar-free lollies were always pretty sorry consolation for trips to the dentist - especially in days of old, when you had to sit with "chocolate- or strawberry-flavored" fluoride gel trays propped in your mouth for 15 minutes, drooling like a river and waiting to answer the inevitable "How's school?" question with a grunt. All after a goodly amount of radiation, no less.
My obsession with flossing probably stems from a fierce desire to minimize conversation with hygienists and their unnaturally perfect teeth. Unfortch, I still have to go, but now there are all kinds of environmentally conscious dentists popping up - some even offer massage and other snazzy perks. We ended up tipping one that Heather tried out, and next month, I'll be heading to Toshio's tooth-fixer-upper, who's
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The other night, I realized just how far I've come in my quest for green living since we started the Bite in 2005. A devout Italian wine lover (in truth, a lover of all things Italian, in spite of having a very American BF), I have long crowed about how I refuse to give up my Italian wine even though I live smack in the middle of CA wine country, with great local varietals at my doorstep.
But last week, while having dinner with Kay and some other friends, I was trying to remember the name of an Italian dessert wine (Vin Santo) and it took me a good 10 minutes to come up with it. (Of course, that could be chalked up to dehydration after Burning Man, or the fact that I was three glasses in...) Vin Santo, of all things - a
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