We're tormented by our obsession with weight. Losing weight is hard to do, and the overwhelming majority of us gain back whatever weight we lose (and then some). Every failed weight loss effort drags us deeper into depression. Loving thoughts breed acceptance and patience. Sometimes I stray from my chosen path and eat something that triggers my food addiction. Because I love the body I once had and don't fear returning to it, I'm able to respond to these slips in a healthy way. I accept that I've gone off the path. I forgive myself.
It's been a month since my wife gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and WOW has it been a learning experience! Changing diapers at 3 a.m., figuring out how to sterilize bottles, bathe the little one, strap her into the car seat, and rock her to sleep. One of my personal heroes, Ram Dass, once asked his guru "How can I attain enlightenment?" His guru replied: "Feed people and serve people." OK.
Many times we come into a relationship expecting others to create our happiness, and many times we end up being disappointed. Why? Because it's not someone else's job to make us happy. Happiness begins within. If you want and desire love, you have to begin by first emitting love, and that journey begins within.
You've just woken up from a deep sleep and then remember that you've been romping all night with the Sandman who may also happen to be your Ex. That's when the WTF moment kicks in. Sex dreams happen to everyone. Sometimes they are as pleasurable as riding white horses in the meadow with George Clooney or getting naughty with Mila Kunis' legs wrapped around your waist.
I met Helen Hayes, stayed several times in her house in Cuernavaca and she was kind enough to let me interview her for The Toronto Sun. Her husband had been dead for many years when Helen told me: "I could no more have remarried than I could have been unfaithful." Helen was just one of many public figures who spoke to me about love, marriage and sex.
This is the story of a girl who decided that dirty mugs in her sink and leftover kernels of popcorn in the recesses of her couch, with the ones she loves by her side, are all a story she ever needed to be complete. It's the story of the boy who loves her. And the story of the girl who made a decision: She would love him too.
Being a good partner sometimes means renegotiating communication strategies so that the question "What's wrong?" isn't perpetually sloughed off. It sometimes means breathing through a bad few months and saying, "I accept this, I can do this, I don't have to fight it," even as you keep fighting for the relationship itself.
It's February, the month of love and I just adore it! The shops are full of treats, there's valentines in all the aisles, pink and red in the windows, a feeling of romance in the air. Whether I'm single or attached, February always gets me thinking about the sensation of being in love, of loving someone and of being loved. So this month I've set my mind to figure it out!
I'm not personally a proponent of cohabitation before marriage. If you asked for my advice, I'd tell you not to. There's plenty of empirical research out there to suggest that it might not be the greatest idea. But you don't need to reduce men to sex-starved lunatics (or women to desperate shells who will whither and die if they don't get a ring) to get your point across.