Book Review: “Live a Little” by Susan M. Love and Alice D. Domar

Health information bombards us from a hundred directions. It’s on the television, in the newspaper, on the radio. It glares at us from billboards and public service announcements. Popular magazines tout the newest *amazing* health discovery, and the web has fifty thousand opinions on just about everything.

Every disease has a corresponding nonprofit with a corresponding day, week, or month to promote awareness. And every day, week, or month of awareness gives us another list of things to do to make sure we’re healthy.

And then there’s the government. We have the USDA’s new MyPlate which replaces MyPyramid which replaced the Food Guide Pyramid which replaced the four basic food groups. For professionals, there’s the corresponding “Dietary Guidelines for Americans”. For Physical Activity, we have the “Physical Activity Guidelines for Americans.” Then various government agencies put out lists of recommended vaccinations, preventative screenings, what-have-you.

It’s absolutely overwhelming. And it means that many of us, women especially, are walking around with major complexes about all the healthy things we should be doing but aren’t.

Well, doctors Susan M. Love and Alice D. Domar (one a MD, one a PhD) have a word of advice to us all:

“Live a little!

In their book by the same name (written with the help of Leigh Ann Hirschman), these two health professionals seek to cut through the mess of health information and tell women what’s really important for health–and what’s not.

The authors set up what they call the “Pretty Healthy Zone” (or pH zone)–a balanced position between absolutely letting yourself go and being hyper-obsessive about your health. Then they go about helping women to understand what the “pH zone” is for six critical areas: sleep, stress, health screenings, exercise, diet, and relationships. In each of these areas, they offer a little quiz to help you determine whether you fit into the “pH zone”–or if you need to do some work to get yourself there. The final chapter describes what a pretty healthy life might look like decade by decade throughout a woman’s life.

As a health professional who is often alarmed at the extreme recommendations being thrown out by researchers and lay people alike, I am very pleased by this book’s balanced approach to health. Love and Domar critically evaluate the available research and weed out the good recommendations from the tenuous ones. Furthermore, they evaluate these recommendations in light of overall quality of life, in addition to simply evaluating disease avoidance.

For the woman who feels guilty that she [insert your own health “vice”: isn’t exercising enough/doesn’t do a breast self exam/doesn’t get 8 hours of sleep every night/eats Twinkies], this can provide a measure of relief–and some direction for how to make positive steps towards a healthier lifestyle.

For the woman who is obsessed with her health and spends every moment of every day counting calories in and out, calculating risk factors, and engaging in “prevention”, this book can provide a level of balance–and some direction regarding which health steps are most advantageous.

For the woman who doesn’t even bother about her health and has no idea what she should or shouldn’t be doing health-wise, this book can provide an entry-level intro to what healthy behaviors look like–and give some pointers for getting started in developing a healthy lifestyle.


Rating: 5 stars
Category:Women’s Health
Synopsis:Dr’s Love and Domar evaluate common health advice in light of good science and help women understand what a “pretty healthy” life looks like.
Recommendation: One of the best books I’ve ever read on health and prevention. This is definitely worth picking up.



The Berenstain Bears and the Bad Dad

Once upon a time, I was a Berenstain Bears fan.

I checked those books out of the library at least a dozen times.

My favorite was The Berenstain Bears and the Truth–an episode that I swear was source of the idea for “Larry Boy and the Fib from Outer Space”.

Brother Bear and Sister Bear are playing soccer in the house–always a no-no–and they knock over Mama Bear’s favorite lamp, shattering it. But instead of fessing up, they tell a tall tale about a large bird with a purple breast, red wing tips, green claws, and yellow fringe above its eyes. Or was it a bird with a red breast, green wing tips, yellow claws and a purple fringe?

Or was it, as Papa Bear adroitly guesses, a black and white bird JUST LIKE THAT SOCCER BALL BEHIND THE CHAIR?

Yes, I loved the Berenstain Bears.

I remember that my mom wasn’t too keen on them–she didn’t like the way Papa Bear was portrayed or something. But I paid her little mind and kept on reading.

Re-reading them as an adult, I am aghast at how unperceptive I was as a child.

Papa Bear is described as an absolute boor. Not only is he portrayed as just like another of the kids that Mama Bear has to keep in line–he’s even worse than the kids.

He gets behind on his taxes, he breaks the Mama Bear imposed TV fast, he gobbles up junk food like nobody’s business. He hops right into the Beanie Baby craze (called something else for the sake of the book, of course), he is the world’s worst sports parent, he never remembers his manners. He’s a lout, plain and simple.

I’ve heard of the “Father knows Best” phenomenon (while I’ve never seen the show of the same name)–but I can’t help but think that this opposite extreme is just as dangerous or more.

Fathers are fallible, they don’t always know best. They make mistakes, sometimes big ones.

But that doesn’t mean fathers are do-nothing, overgrown children who need Mama’s strong hand to keep them in line.

Portraying fathers in this way can only degrade them in the sight of their children. Portraying fathers in this way gives boys and men no standard by which to live.

At least in the olden-way, the “father knows best” way, men were expected to be hard workers and good providers. In this portrayal, men are expected to be toddlers, reluctantly straining against the wife’s leash.

My opinion of the Berenstain Bears has changed (with the exception of The Berenstain Bears and the Truth, the one title that does not portray Papa Bear as a big galloof.)

I do not like them. I do not like them at all.


Reading My LibraryFor more comments on children’s books, see the rest of my Reading My Library posts or check out Carrie’s blog Reading My Library, which chronicles her and her children’s trip through the children’s section of their local library.



Thankful Thursday: God

I’m tired tonight.

To the bone, can’t barely keep my eyes open, exhausted tired.

I almost feel like my thank-er is broken, so much my body desires a bath and bed.

But even exhaustion is no excuse for being unthankful.

So, without further ado:

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This week I’m thankful for…

God
I’m thankful that He is “I am”. He is everything I need. He is more than sufficient. He is overwhelmingly more than I could ever deserve. And yet He is. He is “I am.” And “I am” is mine.


My Application Essay

I’m applying for membership at my church here in Columbus, and one of the questions on the application is “Please write out the circumstances of your conversion to faith in Jesus Christ. State Scriptural support for your experience.”

As a grown and raised “church kid”, I always feel like I’m making up a testimony every time I tell my testimony of conversion.

Somehow, “I asked Jesus into my heart in my preschool Sunday School room with Miss Pam leading a prayer” doesn’t really cut it.

Yet that was the first time I trusted in Christ–and I’ve been learning more about how to trust Him (and what that means) ever since.

Anyhow, this is my first (er…second by the time I’m done typing it all up) draft of my application testimony:


I trusted in Christ for salvation as a child, but the rest of my life so far has been an adventure of learning exactly what that means.

Probably the most pivotal time in my spiritual walk was during a summer training program with the Navigators.

Prior to that summer, I had known about the doctrine of justification, but had always thought of justification as a legal change only. I knew that I was legally right before God on the basis of the cross, but I had the idea that God was disgusted by me until He had “pulled my file” and realized I was covered by grace.

As a result, I had been working hard to make myself right so that God would be pleased with me at first glance.

Yet, through the course of the summer, God made clear to me that I was right in God’s eyes (from first glance), not because of what I had done or not done (Titus 3:5, Galatians 2:16), but because of what Jesus had done (Romans 5:18-19).

Freed from the pursuit of righteousness by my works (Hebrews 6:1), I discovered the blessedness (Romans 4:5-8) of delighting in Christ who is, for me, righteousness (I Corinthians 1:30).


The Scriptures:

I am right in God’s eyes not because of what I had done or not done

“Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us, through the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy Spirit.”
~Titus 3:5

“Knowing that a man is not justified by the works of the law but by faith in Jesus Christ, even we have believed in Christ Jesus, that we might be justified by faith in Christ and not by the works of the law; for by the works of the law no flesh shall be justified. ”
~Galatians 2:16

but because of what Jesus had done

“Therefore, as through one man’s offense judgment came to all men, resulting in condemnation, even so through one Man’s righteous act the free gift came to all men, resulting in justification of life. For as by one man’s disobedience many were made sinners, so also by one Man’s obedience many will be made righteous. ”
~Romans 5:18-19

Freed from the pursuit of righteousness by my works

“Therefore, leaving the discussion of the elementary principles of Christ, let us go on to perfection, not laying again the foundation of repentance from dead works and of faith toward God,”
~Hebrews 6:1

I discovered the blessedness

“But to him who does not work but believes on Him who justifies the ungodly, his faith is accounted for righteousness, just as David also describes the blessedness of the man to whom God imputes righteousness apart from works:
‘Blessed are those whose lawless deeds are forgiven,
And whose sins are covered;
Blessed is the man to whom the LORD shall not impute sin.'”
~Romans 4:5-8

of delighting in Christ who is, for me, righteousness

“But of Him you are in Christ Jesus, who became for us wisdom from God—and righteousness and sanctification and redemption—”
~I Corinthians 1:30


So what do you think? Does that answer the question?

I believe that I was truly converted prior to that summer–so it isn’t quite a testimony of conversion, per se. Yet it is my true testimony of how God “converted” my eyes that I could see the salvation He had already wrought for me in Christ–not just righteousness on paper or in heaven someday, but in reality right now.

Would you let me into your church if you saw a testimony like that?


When I feel undesirable…

I now know just what to do.

I shall take a bike ride alongside the Loup River as the evening starts to cool.

I shall bring along my camera (a Canon Rebel XS, since you were wondering, Janet!)

I shall stop every so often to take pictures.

Apparently, I’m VERY desirable.

Unfortunately, I’ve always been somewhat good at attracting suckers.

I’ve probably caught West Nile.


My Covetous Heart

We were sitting on the dock, our feet in the water, discussing The Greener Grass Conspiracy.

I was telling her that I feel like I’m in one of those odd moments in life when I feel content.

In other words, my whole being is not currently burning for a husband, a house, or children. (My three favorite idols.)

I’m content, I say.

Until I realize how many things I’m still not quite content about.

I haven’t quite finished building my brand-new computer–but already, I’m wishing I could have justified another 4 GB of memory, a new hard drive instead of a recycled one. Already I’m questioning my decision to not buy a copy of Microsoft Office and to instead go with the FreeWare OpenOffice.

I’m the owner of a brand new camera, one I haven’t even begun to discover the features of–and already, I’m wishing I had more time in which to play with it. I’m wishing I were a bird-watcher like Janet and could take such beautiful photos of birds.

Duck and ducklings in lake

But even when I snap pictures of a mother duck with her little ducklings, out for a swim in the twilight, I am still not content.

Oh my discontent, my covetous heart!

Stephen Altrogge speaks truth when he says:

“The raging, covetous, discontented desires come from within. They’re not the product of my circumstances, and the desires won’t be satisfied when circumstances change.”

Because my covetous heart just finds another thing to envy.

So, Lord, may I seek contentment–and find contentment–in You, rather than in any circumstance, whether good or bad.


WiW: The Heart’s Purpose

The Week in Words

I can’t be entirely certain that I’m quoting “Letters to Juliet” accurately, but over the course of the movie, the protagonist asks her older companion (who is looking for her lost love): “What is your heart telling you?”

It’s a theme echoed in a dozens of Hollywood films, in chick flicks, and in daytime television. “What does your heart say?”

And with it there’s the implicit command: “You should do as your heart demands.”

But is the heart a sage such that we should strain our ears to hear its every thought? Is the heart a guru such that we should follow its every instruction?

Jon Bloom spoke of the issue in an article he wrote for Desiring God:

“Princess Diana once said, ‘Only do what your heart tells you.’

This is a creed believed by millions. It’s a statement of faith in one of the great pop cultural myths of the Western world. It’s a gospel proclaimed in many of our stories, movies, and songs.

It states that your heart is a compass inside of you that will point you to your own true north if you can just see it clearly. Your heart is a true guide that will lead you to happiness if you can just tune into it. We are lost, and our heart will save us.

This sounds so simple and liberating. It’s tempting to believe.

Until you consider that your heart has sociopathic tendencies.”

Jon goes on to say:

“If our hearts are compasses, they are like Jack Sparrow’s.”

No, our hearts are not future-seeing, altruistic sages. They are self-seeking, antisocial slavers.

No, our hearts are not wise guides or powerful gurus. They are forever oscillating needles, unsure of true north or even of their own desires.

But if the heart is such a faulty sage, such a misleading guide, what is the purpose of the heart?

May I suggest that the heart’s purpose is not first to speak, but to hear; not to lead, but to be led?

May I suggest that the heart’s purpose–indeed our purpose–is not to be consumed with itself or to follow after itself, but to be consumed with another, lost in another?

We taste this in the sublimity of early love, when self’s considerations (even eating and sleeping) lose precedence to the exaltation of the beloved.

But this is only a foretaste of a much greater reality–the reality that I posit is part of our divine purpose in life.

To be lost in worship of the One who is so far greater than our hearts that our hearts must bow to His every whim.

David Brooks of The New York Times says:

“The purpose in life is not to find yourself. It’s to lose yourself.”
HT: Justin Buzzard

But while Brooks talks of losing oneself in “tasks”, in general, I would argue that our purpose is not to be lost in “tasks” but in One Sacred Task.

Our heart’s purpose is to be lost glorying in Christ.


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


Snapshot: A Philosopher’s Toothache

After putting together my new computer, I plugged in the power cord and pressed the power button and heard…

Nothing.

Nothing whatsoever was happening.

Except that I smelled something burning.

I suspected the power supply, since it had smelled awful from the moment I took it out of the box (Can you tell I’m a food person? My first guess of something gone wrong is an off odor!)

So I tested the power supply, using the directions given–“shorting” the system with a paper clip.

Shorting my power supply

That wasn’t it.

I reconnected the power supply to the mainboard, turned the power on again, and discovered my problem.

A circuit in the upper right corner of the board was glowing and stinking.

A short, this one decidedly undesirable.

I couldn’t do anything about it just then and it was late and I was already exhausted, so I turned off the light and went down to bed feeling rather sorry for myself.

Then I began to think of how a friend’s troubles far outweigh mine, and how I’d been contemplating her struggles earlier and internally urging her to trust God–

Benedick’s words from “Much Ado About Nothing” popped into my head:

“There was never yet a philosopher
that could endure the toothache patiently.”


In Which I pretend that Bekahcubed is Facebook

If I had the luxury of being one of those workers who can be online all day long (which I most certainly am not-having just bargained full internet access for myself less than a month ago), I might be inclined to become one of those sort of bloggers who post as if their blogs were Facebook.

Like Abraham Piper or even Instapundit, I might post links and mini-thoughts a dozen times a day (although Instapundit is more like a couple hundred times a day).

And if I were one of those sorts of bloggers, I would certainly post this insightful commentary from one of P.G. Wodehouse’s “Golf Stories”:


On Russian Novelists:

“This Vladimir Brusiloff to whom I have referred was the famous Russian novelist…. Vladimir specialized in gray studies of hopeless misery, where nothing happened until page three hundred and eighty, when the moujik decided to commit suicide.”
~From The Most of P.G. Wodehouse, page 413

With my infinite (read “minute”) knowledge of Russian novelists, I know enough to ask, “Did the moujik commit suicide on page 380, or just decide to do so?”


Thankful Thursday:Material Desires

Now that I’ve written a manifesto (of sorts) on the differences between wants and needs, I must tell you that I have been blessed not only with all that I need–but with many of those unnecessary but desired material things.

Just now, in fact, I drove up to my house (after a long day of going-to-Grand-Island-and-working/driving-into-Lincoln-for-a-dentist-appointment/”borrowing”-my-parents-wireless-internet-for-some-extra-work/driving-back-to-Columbus) to find the following stacked next to my garage door.

Boxes stacked by door

This week, I’m thankful for…

…a new computer
I don’t really need a computer at all, much less a new one. But here in boxes on my doorstep are a new case, motherboard, processor, and memory cards. With my less-than-a-year-old hard drive and CD/DVD burner, I’ll have a new computer for a not so shabby price.

…a new printer
Especially now that I’m no longer a student, a printer is definitely not on my needs list. Yet I found a great deal on a new laser printer and had money in my bank account to cover it.

…a new camera
Whether I like to believe it or not, a camera truly is a luxury. Yes, I’d told myself that I wasn’t going to buy another camera until I could buy a DSLR. I determined to just keep on fixing my oft-used-and-abused Kodak EasyShare. I spoke of time running out, of the EasyShare going to bite the dust any day. But the truth is, the EasyShare still hasn’t bit the dust–and even if it had, I could have done without. I don’t need a camera. Nevertheless, the box that came for me today contained the much-longed-for, long-saved-for DSLR.

That’s what came in my boxes.

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But I’ve been blessed materially beyond the boxes.

I’m also thankful for…

Kane my Citizen II (bicycle)
I could just walk or drive my car everywhere I go. But I am blessed with an awesome bicycle complete with fenders and panniers (so I can carry all my junk along with me and not get dirty!)

…my lovely sewing machine
I could sew by hand or not sew at all. But my sewing machine enables me to rapidly put together a baby quilt for my soon-to-arrive little nephew or niece and to get to know some wonderful young ladies who I’m teaching to sew.

…plenty of material
It’s been two weeks since I got all that uber-cheap fabric, so it’s now out of its bags, washed, and ready to be used. I’ve got yards and yards of material, obtained at a very low price.

Not only have I been blessed with everything I need, and with all the spiritual blessings in Christ Jesus–I’ve also been blessed with an abundance of my material desires.