• Did you know you complain hundreds of times each and every day? It’s true. Here’s one woman’s story about how she quit complaining cold turkey for one month — and why you should, too. [Fast Company] Read more »
Psychiatrist Julie Holland wrote in the New York Times this weekend about adjudicating the female mood, which ever since the publication of the feminist classic The Yellow Wallpaper, a book chronicling the imprisonment of a “hysterical” woman, has been the subject of peculiar debate. When a woman is moody, does it mean she’s crazy? Or is she simply experiencing hormonal or emotional differences that serve her evolutionary purpose?
Thankfully, as of 2015, we’ve come to a consensus closer to the latter point of view, at least scientifically. This is chronicled in Holland’s cheekily titled book, Moody Bitches: The Truth About the Drugs You’re Taking, the Sleep You’re Missing, the Sex You’re Not Having, and What’s Really Making You Crazy.
But colloquially and in everyday life, the “psycho” bitch who won’t stop calling after a breakup, the crazy girlfriend who’s super jealous, the chick who’s a nightmare when she’s PMS-ing — these tropes are all too common. Read more »
Much has been written about the concept of mindfulness in the past decade. Corporations have adopted mindfulness-training programs for employees. Elementary schools now teach mindfulness to students. It’s become a word that rolls off the tongue, but few of us really understand its utility.
To oversimplify, the goal of mindfulness is to slow down and to be present in your life as it happens. Critics of the mindfulness movement decry mindfulness as bohemian psychobabble. These critics point out that the simple concept of slowing down and savoring the present moment shouldn’t need to be taught. After all, children don’t need to be instructed to be present, because children are nothing if not exclusively attuned to their present environment.
And the critics are right. We were all born with the capacity for mindfulness. But there has been one recent invention that has ultimately derailed our abilities to stay mindful: That invention is the smartphone. Read more »
About a month ago, I noticed that I couldn’t help but check my phone when it vibrated. I could have been giving my very own TED talk with the President, Beyoncé and Meryl Streep in the audience (That’s everyone’s version of living the dream, right?), and if my phone vibrated — knowing that it was probably an email from Twitter that I would delete instantly, anyway, telling me that Paris Hilton just ate ice cream — I still would have had the nagging urge to check it. Even on a TED stage, in front of the freakin’ President of the United States!
What’s the one thing that’s preventing you from losing weight? It’s not carbs, and it’s not fat. It’s not even a failure to elevate your heart rate through exercise.
The one thing that consistently undermines your attempt to control your weight is … you.
It’s that time of year when we scramble to develop a New Year’s Resolution before the ball drops at midnight on New Year’s Eve. Statistically speaking, most of us vow to lose weight, save money or become healthier. And research shows that most of us abandon these resolutions well before kickoff at the Super Bowl in February.
Why does this happen? It’s because most resolutions are punitive in nature, the product of self-criticism. It’s like saying to yourself, “You need to lose weight because you’re fat and hideous.” Or, “You need to save money because you’re wasteful.” When we’re mean to ourselves we become depressed, or, worse, we become rebellious and do the opposite behavior.
So after many years of setting unsuccessful New Year’s resolutions, I think I’ve developed a better approach for 2015.
Editor’s note: Green Philly Blog co-founder and editor Julie Hancher has a message for you. In her words, “Put down the damn phone.” Inspired by my intentional two-week vacation from email, she decided to challenge herself (and others) to break their smartphone addiction—both because constantly checking your phone is really tacky when, say, you’re out to happy hour, but also because it’s not good for your brain to be multitasking quite so much. Check out her
rant post below.
When did going out socially turn into isolation?
Have you been out lately and looked around? Maybe thought, “OMG, everyone is on their goddamned phones.”
I’m not being sadistic. I’m talking about the inability of anyone to communicate without a damn phone in their hand. And not just online – I mean, like always being preoccupied with someone else. Or somewhere else. Or someone else’s lives on Facebook, Instagram or email.
Statistically, Americans are using their iPhones more than ever. It’s not just an observation walking around… uh… anywhere. In January, more Americans accessed the internet from tablets and smartphones rather than their good ol’ computers.
The savviest of Be Well Philly readers may have noticed I was a bit quiet here on the blog these past two weeks. Sure, we kept cranking out great content—because that’s what we do, duh—but if you looked closely at the bylines, you might have noticed that my name was pretty much absent for two weeks straight. Why? Because I was basking up the sun and sand in Hawaii, that’s why.
Not to brag or anything, but it was a pretty sick vacation. If you’ve never been there, I hope Hawaii is in your bucket list. My husband, Chris, and I visited two islands during our two-week stay: Oahu and Kauai. Both offered totally different experiences—Oahu is more built up and developed, so you get more of a hustle and bustle, while Kauai, nicknamed the Garden Isle, is wild, green and gorgeous—but we had a blast exploring all the amazing beaches and hiking trails we could possibly squeeze into daylight hours.
This was by far the longest vacation I’ve taken from the blog and you lovely readers in over three years. I was lucky to have the fabulously amazing, totally reliable Adjua Fisher to fill in for me, of course, but when you’re passionate about your job, like I am, it can still be a tad unnerving to up and leave for any stretch of time.