Weight Loss


I’m always amazed when I notice things in our culture that are marketed well, but in reality just don’t work so well.  It seems to me that people don’t care so much that they might not get what they are paying for, or more importantly they might not get what they are looking for.  This happens with so many things in life, but it occurs to me that there is nothing more disappointing than weight loss products, and their ability to give lasting effects.   Now the industry would say that it’s the fault of the consumer, and part of this is true.  However, they know the statistics and they know most people might lose weight at first, following their regimen, but they also know that most people will not keep it off.    Billions of dollars are spent every year on weight loss magic, and so often the results are short lived or not seen at all.  Pills, potions, diets, and all types of experts claim to have the answer, but I have found the results are rarely long lasting.

In my opinion there are two parts to understanding how to achieve successful weight loss, physiological and psychological, and yet most of the world just looks at the first part and doesn’t much address the second.

Physiologically we need a certain number of calories to live, and if we eat more calories than we need to live it is stored as fat.  (weight gain) If we eat less calories than we need to live our bodies turn to our fat storage for calories and starts to use some of the fat. (weight loss)

For the most part, that is it.  Pretty simple.  Eat too much and you gain weight.

So people take pills to cut their appetite, eat “fake foods” to fool themselves into eating the same amount but reduced caloric totals, speak to dietitians about how foods work together to make you gain weight, etc. etc. etc.

While there are instances where things such as metabolism, and individual health might make it more difficult to lose weight, for the most part it’s a matter of how much you eat.

So how do we eat the amount of calories our bodies need and no more?  If we could easily eat less or healthier we certainly would.  I believe that success lies in the understanding of why some people have no trouble eating less and some find it so difficult.

I always used to look at the skinny guy who seems to be able to eat anything he wants and still maintain his weight.  I figured he had my enormous love of food and appetite but just never gained weight.  I thought he was given a gift, and I was always jealous.  However, research shows us that they don’t eat more, they just eat better.  The reason why they eat better is because they were raised to eat healthier. They are not immune to the physiological rules of caloric need. They don’t eat huge portions, tons of cake and ice cream, or snack when they are upset.  I believe that they just don’t medicate or sooth themselves with food.  They are not psychologically more fit, but just deal with their psychological needs in a different way.  One study showed that thinner people walk more, stand around instead of sit and just fidget more.  Is fidgeting their way of soothing themselves?  I mean that somewhat sarcastically, but studies have shown that thin people are less sedentary that heavier people.  So often babies are given extra bottles when they cry and at that early age they get soothed with food.  Isn’t it a fair conclusion that eating when you are upset or anxious is a learned behavior?  How many young children are rewarded or worse yet controlled with sugary foods?  Candy, ice cream, cupcakes etc.  Our parents have linked good feelings to unhealthy food and for us the link usually lasts forever.    I don’t mean to put the blame on our parents.  I am also to blame, having followed my parents lead.  Yet this link of soothing with food is rarely explored or addressed when attempting weight loss. So what do we do?

As with so much of our lives, living with awareness opens our eyes and makes living a happy life more possible.  I compare overeating to drug addiction.  Some people can control their intake of drugs and alcohol and some cannot.  I believe it’s the same with food addiction, and this is the reason why so many people cannot control their eating.  As the drug addict often soothes with drugs, the food addict soothes with food.  Instead of facing this as what it is, a form of a self-medicating psychological soothing technique/compulsion, we look to easier answers such as dieticians who say they have figured out “the answer”.  They have food supplements, their own expensive portion controlled meals, and drinking your meals.  It is all a substitute for a lack of control of a food compulsion (addiction).  Truly being aware of this can give people the strength to control themselves.  In an aware state recently I noticed that whenever I am anxious I go to look for a snack.  Now if I just took a few cashews that would be fine.  But I am not hungry.  I am upset, or anxious, or nervous, so since I am not looking to satiate my hunger but fill an emotional void, I eat and eat and eat.  Sometimes after I eat I feel better emotionally, but cannot remember what or why I ate. Of course, in reality food has nothing to do with being emotionally upset.  Now, when I get the urge to eat, and I know I am not hungry, I become aware of this being an emotional reaction, and I think of it as such.  If it’s not meal time, then before I put something in my mouth I think of what’s behind my urge to eat.  It helps me control the desire for food.

So I am in the middle of having changed my eating habits.  I’ve almost completely stopped eating red meat because I believe that it is not natural for humans to eat meat.  Our digestive system is not built for meat digestion as are that of carnivores.  Since I stopped I feel much better.  Also, since I stopped overeating and recognized my food compulsion (addiction) I feel so much better.   It’s not cool in our culture to admit to an addiction.  We try to hide from seeing it for what it is.  If, however, I am correct about overeating being an addiction, then all the comfortable answers and remedies that people use to lose weight would not work.


How many people know someone who lost a lot of weight and then gained it back.  (relapse) The cycle that people get into, of losing and gaining weight is what happens almost all the time.  This is similar to the cycle of drug addiction.  Drug addicts might go to rehab many, many times before having long lasting benefits. Our societies approach is all wrong.  When someone loses a sizable amount of weight and keeps it off they are more than just following a diet, or listening to some nutritionist tell them what to eat.  These fortunate people have changed their general eating habits as well as themselves emotionally.  They have found the reason to change and the benefits from change greater than their satisfaction of soothing themselves with food.  This process, as you can imagine is far more difficult than “going on a diet.” They have become better eaters of course, and learned to eat like thin people eat, and fortunately for them they got past the emotional ditch they kept falling into in relation to food.

Our culture has monetized everything.  Instead of getting to the core reason for overeating we have figured ways of making money on weight loss.  This profit incentive keeps us from doing the very hard work which is what is necessary to understand what we need to do to lose weight.  We want the quick fix.  A more intelligent idea is to consider the reason for eating more than your body needs.  Become aware of what’s happening to you.   I eat well now because I want to stay healthy, do what comes naturally to myself and my body, by eating well.  When I get the urge to overindulge I think of how if I indulge myself in that moment I will be hurting myself.  So I don’t.  We all need incentive to stop bad habits.  Overeating is a bad habit.  Understanding why we do it is the beginning of any desired change.

Happy Independence Day

Happy Independence Day!

Our nation is founded on the most amazing principles of human rights and democracy.  The law of the land is that every person is created equal, endowed with certain unalienable rights, such as life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  What perfect ideals.  However, throughout the ages we are discovering that while people are created equal they are not equal in our society.  The rich get richer, the pool of poor get larger, and the middle class is shrinking.  Politicians do so very little to make us a greater nation.

Instead of getting better as a nation we have stalled into partisan politics and as a nation we reflect the day’s psychology of selfishness and self-centered thought.  Instead of being a nation of people, we are individuals living in the same nation.  Instead of being part of a whole, made up of all different folks from all over the world, we are individuals who strive for ourselves first, our personal beliefs first and think of the country as one entity only when necessary, like when we are attacked.  It’s not the way it should be.

The natural course of events is for us to see ourselves not as individuals but as small parts of the bigger whole.  To see all people as our equal and to respect everyone in the world.  I do believe that radical Islamic thought is the reason for so much terrorism in the world, but does anyone think it would be so easy to recruit suicide bombers if we showed respect to everyone in the world? To not be so glib about collateral damage?   I am so grateful to live in this great country, and I celebrate this today, but I also think of how we can do a better job for ourselves, and how that will make the whole world a better place.

Our Italy Trip

I am sitting in my opulent seat, on the flight home from Rome. Our travels are almost over and if I had to describe this trip in just a word it would be wonderful. Or maybe amazing. Or otherwise perfect.

Besides those few words I have had many enlightening thoughts about many interesting topics. Religion, which was a huge part of this trip gave me great insights, and added to my growth in my personal spirituality. My gratitude quotient has grown dramatically. My understanding of the difference between people throughout the world and within our country has also grown. Some of it makes me sad with how I react to the difference between how people live. I want to explain all this and it will take time. But all in all it’s been an amazing time for Pat and I. We toured Italy, saw so many fascinating places, and met wonderful people along the way. Our tour group was a mixture of people from all over the country, with nothing in common other than affluence and a positive attitude.  We all got along so well, that after the week was over there was nothing but good words spoken, hugs for everyone, and even some tears along the way. We talked during the week with almost anyone who wanted to, and we shared so much personal stuff. I love people who share with others and really enjoyed that part of it. Funny how I find it so difficult in my regular life to meet people like this and yet on this trip so many people were open. Perhaps it was because we will probably never see each other again, or perhaps it was because so many of them were older, smarter and more mature. Everyone on the trip had already arrived in their lives, and maybe all of them had nothing to feel badly about.

We met Michael and Mellanie for lunch one day in Rome. That was so important to me to meet them and we really only met them because they canceled something they had planned to but were unable to do. Our time together was great. We had lunch and talked for a long time. We got an emotional jolt on the first day in Venice, our first day of the trip when I got a message to call Jon. While we were away Jimmy died of a massive heart attack. While we were enjoying the week at home part of our family was suffering. The funeral, the wake, and all that goes with tragedy was being lived. Dave told me that Jonny stepped up and I would have been proud of him. I’m sure he did and I surely am. I was very uncomfortable being so far away during this family tragedy. In one way it was good we were out of town. I am sure that Jon grew during this past week. The harshness of life does that to people. His family will get the benefit of that growth as he learns to help support them through life. As we go home now I am excited for the future and all we have. After speaking to so many of my contemporaries on this trip I find that so many people at my stage of life are missing so many of the things I usually take for granted. Children and grandchildren living far away, lack of a spouse or partner, poor relationships, people losing their faculties.   Pat and I shared a wonderful time together, and that sharing builds an excitement that is almost not containable.  We will have the opportunity to share so much more.  My soulmate and partner and I do life nicely together, and once again if I learned anything important it’s that I am a fortunate man to share my life with Pat.

The Dress Rehearsal

The Dress Rehearsal

I was very excited to see the dress rehearsal for Emma’s ballet recital.  When I first heard that Pat and I would be in Italy during the actual recital I was nothing short of seriously disappointed.  Then, as always, my daughter-in-law Lauren comes to the rescue and tells us about the dress rehearsal.  That was a few months ago and from that moment on I could not wait to see Emma dance.  Having sons, and not having Caitlin in my life when she was young, I never went to a recital.  I was very nervous for Emma, and when she first entered the huge Northport HS auditorium and said with slight terror in her voice, “This is not my dance class”, I became worried.  She certainly looked the part, with her tutu, butterfly wings, ballet slippers and face completely made up.  I was nervous for her and kept telling myself, and anyone who would listen that it doesn’t matter how she does but only matters that she is participating and, yes of course she gets a pass because she is only 3 years old!

Finally, the time comes and they call her age group to go backstage and get ready to do their three-minute number.  The music starts and the girls come out in a line and she is the last one on the right.  I immediately get uncontrollably emotional.  Even before she starts dancing the tears are flowing, and I am telling myself that I must get under control.   “Alan, you will be so embarrassed if anyone sees you cry”, I am thinking.  I try to fight back the tears but realize that it’s impossible, and default to just keep myself from whimpering.  That in itself was an effort.  I was really worried that I would be embarrassed.  The dance was soon over, I am wiping the tears from my eyes, hoping no one would notice when I looked up and to my relief and amazement Pat, Lauren, Jonny, and Sunny were all crying as well.

Remarkable what a little girl can do to a bunch of grownups who love her so much.

Rhona and Pop- An Unlikely Parallel

When I was a little boy my grandfather, who we called Pop, (I suppose because my dad called him Pop), used to talk about the “society.”  I had no idea what a society was, but he would refer to it as a group of people to which he belonged.  He was a proud member, and that was obvious because when he spoke of them either his eyes would shine with great pride from being a member, or they would well up when speaking of a member who had just past on.  All I could gather from him at my young age was that his association with these people of the “society” was way more than being part of a group.  It was part of who he was.

As time went on I came to understand that this was a group of people from the small village in Russia where he was born and where he grew up, and who immigrated to the United States.   There was no question that they would stay in contact, even though some of them went to different cities in the US.  They felt a kinship that spanned the world, their differences, and the eventuality of the rest of their lives.  A poignant story about Pop that I always think of was when one day he looked sad and I asked him what was wrong?  He told me that the society bought a part of Beth David cemetery in Elmont many years ago for the members to use when they died.  He was in charge of giving the plots to the families when it was needed.  Some of the members felt that he should give that job to a younger person.  Pop was 85 and it was a request that made him acknowledge his mortality.  Up to that time he, being such an upbeat guy, never thought of himself as getting older, and it was always the others who would need the plots and he would always be there to give it to them.  He never saw the need to pass on this responsibility.  That was the reason for his sadness.

Today because life deals tough blows I felt what Pop felt so many years ago.  I too belong to a society.  While I don’t know the name of Pop’s society (shame on me) I do know that mine is called Burnett Street.  It’s not a village in another country, but a street in what others might consider a strange land.  In Brooklyn, one block of four coop buildings, I grew up with so many people.  I shared my childhood with friends that I am still close with for 60 years.  Others grew up there of different generations and they too stayed in touch all these years.   Burnett Street was a special place.  We shared the most prized time of our lives. That of our childhood.  In this current age of people harping on the differences between each other we all felt that we were the same.  That’s how come we all feel as family today.  And today the first member of our generation has passed on.  (other than decades ago) Rhona was there for all of my life.  She was my age, and my memories of her go back so far.  Rhona was a pure golden soul.  Goodness was all she knew.  She only brought light to our world, and every time I saw her she brought light to me.  She was one of many threads that created the fabric of Burnett Street.  Now that Rhona is gone we will all feel that something is missing, and she will be missed.  But her part of the fabric of our Street will always remain.  I feel my mortality today more than ever.  Just like Pop did, I realize that it won’t be everyone else that has to pass on, but me as well.  I feel the sadness that Pop felt that day when he realized his mortality, and yet today more than I have in a long time, I feel the joy and pride of being a member of Burnett Street.  Rhona, with just a smile would give you a good feeling when you saw her, and now that she is gone I get that same feeling when I think of her.  I pray, that through all their wonderful memories, her family who knew her best can carry on this same way.

Happy Thanksgiving

I can’t think of a holiday I enjoy more than Thanksgiving.  Sure, it’s an eating orgy, and everything we eat can be considered comfort food, from stuffing, to mashed potatoes, to turkey, roasts, corn casseroles, etc.  There is no salad and no soup on Thanksgiving.  It’s a waste of stomach space.  I don’t even drink beer, which I love, because I don’t want to use any stomach real estate for that.  People come home for Thanksgiving.  No one wants to be away from their family on this holiday.  That’s why it’s the most travelled holiday.  All these reasons on their own would make this anyone’s favorite holiday.  But for me it’s not the main reason.

I was shopping in Costco two days before the holiday and met a fellow Dunkin Donut franchisee shopping there for Thanksgiving.  Being that he is a Muslim I was surprised at first that he celebrates the holiday.  He told me he has 45 people coming to his house and his shopping cart proved it.  The fact that we both celebrated Thanksgiving made me feel good inside.  During these times of terrorism fears, and the terrorism being so based on Western vs. Middle Eastern differences it gave me a good feeling to know that we had this in common.  I love universal concepts.  Things that show our similarities.

There is a universally good feeling on this day.  No one is excluded from giving thanks.  It’s not religious based at all.  Of course if you look on Facebook you will see pictures of Jesus giving thanks, but this holiday is not exclusive to Christians.  It’s more spiritual than Christmas because even in our consumerist society we don’t really have anything commercial tied to Thanksgiving except for food.  (Of course, the lack of consumerism for even a few days explodes into Black Friday the very next day) Everyone is included for Thanksgiving.  Deepak Chopra says that gratitude is the gateway to your true self which is where your perfection lies.  That’s why I try to celebrate Thanksgiving every day.

Looking at Life Backwards; Do people really want to be happy?

I find that many people look at life backwards.  With the choices that people are always in a position to make, they seem to choose the opposite of what will make them happy.  It’s a habit which they can’t help.  They have been trained to be unhappy.

I think the main reason why people act this way is that they don’t think of what they have but of what they want or what they think is missing in their lives.  Also people don’t tend to think of the moment they are in, but the future they desire.  These two things are tied together.  If you mostly think of the future then you cannot enjoy the present and what you have in the present.  The future is full of our desires.  So when we don’t live in the moment we cannot appreciate what we have.  Why do we do this?  Why do we only think of what we want, and rarely appreciate what we have?  I believe the reason is because we gravitate towards unhappiness.  Crazy as it seems deep down inside, our egos rather be unhappy.  We think we strive for happiness but when we look at it closely it doesn’t really look that way.  If happiness=appreciation, and unhappiness=wanting what we don’t have, then you would imagine we would be more appreciative and less desirous.  Well one reason why we’d rather be unhappy, I believe, is because our ego likes unhappiness.  When we are unhappy we get more attention from others.  “Why are you so sad?”  “What’s wrong?” “Can I do something for you?”  On the other hand how many people are jealous of those who are happy?  If most people are unhappy, then it stands to reason that they will envy those that are happy.  Who gives attention to a happy person?  It’s a rare friend who truly feels and shows joy for us being happy.  It doesn’t sound very nice, but I believe there is much truth in this.

When I say happy, I mean happy in the moment.  Our culture (which created our egos) thinks that we need to plan everything we do.  To make sure everything we do works out right, is done correctly, and is maximized.  To do that we need to think in terms of the future and we do that all the time.  I’ll be happy if I get my bonus.  I’ll be happy if my daughter gets accepted to the college of her choice.  I’ll be happy when I meet the man of my dreams.  Don Miguel Ruiz says that one of the Four Agreements you should make with yourself is to “Do your best.”  If you always do your best then you don’t need to think anything more about the future.  Just set your intention towards what you want, and get on the path to that goal, and do your best.  You don’t need to obsess over your goal.  Obsession doesn’t accomplish anything but waste energy and give us bad emotional feelings. You cannot do anything more than setting the goal and doing your best.  The rest of the time your thoughts can be “in the moment”,  enjoying and appreciating what you have, reflecting love towards everything in your life, and just being at peace.  That is happiness.  And that leads me to the next part of happiness.  Our culture believes that happiness comes from outside of us.  Possessions will make me happy.   Meeting the right person will make me happy.  If my children or my partner is happy I will be happy.  I think that is an insane belief.  If only that which is outside ourselves will make us happy, then losing any of those things can make us unhappy.  We would be in a position where anything outside ourselves can be lost or taken away.  However, if we can find happiness within ourselves, dependent on no one or no thing, then we can always be happy.  And that is the way it was meant to be.  Why would the universe want it any other way?  Healthy newborns are born happy.  Before socialization, unless they are hungry or in pain children are almost always happy.

So I feel that if we live in the moment, appreciate all that we have, and set an intention for all we want then we will be happy and at peace.  It has been good direction for me to follow.  My happiness in life started at the point I stopped looking at life backwards.  And a funny thing happened.  I started to receive more of those outside things like financial success, familial success, and personal, and consistent peace.


There are so many shapes and sizes of religions.  From all the many Christian religions, to Judaism, to Moslem religions, and beyond they all have something in common.  Most important for me to have understood is that they believe that happiness, and all goodness comes from outside of ourselves.  It comes from God.  From praying to God, from acknowledging God, from the interactions between us and God’s messengers on earth (such as priests, rabbis,imans etc) and from following the tenets of God.  For me that was the first clue that religion did not have the answers.  It is just so logical to me to believe that happiness comes from within each of us individually, without any help from anything or anyone other than the awareness within ourselves that this is true.    If I believe in a certain religion, and I have faith that this religion is correct than that intrinsically means that I am separate from any “non-believers”.   It creates a division between people and that leads to competition, alienation, and as we are seeing now the aggressive behaviors between the different groups and their beliefs.  Certainly we all “know” that we are all of the same beginning, and universally we are all the same.  Our differences were taught to us.  We were domesticated from the first second we were born, and it continues to this day.  Who believes that babies are born with hate, anger, jealousy, desire for fancy things, or desire to have more toys than all the other babies?

Humans are born all the same.

Great ancient sages such as Buddha, and Lao Tze understood this and said that to get out of this domestication “fog” you need to find your true self, and they discovered this can be achieved through meditation.  That’s it!  That is the basis of their “religions”.  No need for rules that need to be followed for the sake of feeling spiritual, and no need for the concepts of heaven and hell, golden chalices, fancy cathedrals and synagogues, building funds, the purchasing of tickets to be able to attend and pray, picking a man to make all decisions for hundreds of  millions of others (the pope),  and no need to be “ the right religion, which makes us separate from all others.

I believe that we all live in a fog, having lost the understanding of who we are.  We have been domesticated by all our cultural foundations such as family, government,  religions,  teachers,  advertising, and all the  controlling structures of our society.  The domestication started in the beginning and continues today.  The common thread throughout the continuum of humanity is religion.  It has always been the major influence to people and yet it just doesn’t work or make any sense.  It just is a mechanism to control us.

We don’t need religion to make us moral.  There are natural rules such as the universal good of not hurting others, and the positive vibes created by spreading love that give us everything we need. The world for the most part has got it wrong.  I believe that we can get it right eventually, and that takes developing awareness one person at a time.  I am starting with myself.

These are my thoughts on religion.

Fathers Day 2015

Dear Dad

Happy Father Day.

I know it’s been a while.  It’s been over 5 years since you left.  I have not visited you since you died.  I always had ambivalent feelings about our relationship when you were here and so I never really felt the urge to go to the cemetery.  I would say that I never really think about you but then I realize that it’s not true.

Every day when I look in the mirror I see your face and that reminds me of what you looked like.

Every time I speak to my kids I hear your voice, not mine, so that reminds me of how you sounded.

Every time I feel like I am going to over react to some stressful situation, I think of the story of the man and the jack, and so I calm down.

Every time someone tells me that I am a laid back guy I think of you and thank you for that.

I guess in many ways while we didn’t communicate so well, and lost so much that we could have had, there is so much that still remains of you.

Thank you Dad.   I love you.   Alan



I believe that we are connected to the universe in many ways.  The universe (all that is) communicates with us.  To understand that communication we need to get past our ego (mind) and stop its incessant chatter.    I do this with meditation.  So if we learn to quiet our mind how do we know when the universe is communicating with us?  I feel signals and I call those signals intuition.  We can all identify with our intuition, that feeling we get once in a while about things.  I know that intuition is usually over shadowed by my ego.  The voice in my head does not want me to live in the moment and to be clear about things.  My ego has its own needs.

I get these internal cues once in a while.  if we just pay attention, our intuition tells us what to do.   When something feels right it is the universe behind us telling us that we should go forward.  When something doesn’t feel right and I get that nagging feeling that it is wrong, then it is a warning from the energies of the universe telling me to reconsider.  I remember so many errors I made in my life.  Those times I felt the foreboding feeling to not go forward and both times my ego stepped in and pushed me in the direction which turned out to be the wrong direction.  First, when I bought stores many years ago in NJ I just knew that it was a mistake.  I even drove the area and felt it was wrong and had specific reasons why it was wrong, but my ego wanted to feel it was moving forward towards success and had strong “wishful thinking” about a success in that venture.  Wishful thinking is the ego pushing its weight around.  I opened two locations and suffered for a few years before I got out of a bad situation.    My calculating mind gave me so many reasons to go forward and buy the stores.  My ego used calculations to convince me, and used my goals and dreams against me and my better judgement, and so I didn’t make the right decision.  I “knew” it was wrong and yet so much ego reasoning gave me confidence to go on against that “knowing” that I was making a mistake.

The other time that this happened I was in a relationship.  Actually this happened many times in the same relationship.  Each time I knew it was a mistake to be with my partner, and yet each time my ego took over and “forced” me into a bad decision.  When we first broke up it was me that made the decision.  I knew that she and I should not be together but I got lonely and very insecure and that insecurity was certainly ego driven.  My mind told me that the pain of insecurity would go away if we got back together.  It seemed like a no brainer at the time to just get back together and feel better for the moment.  But at the same time there were subtle cues, just “knowing” that it was a wrong decision but the need for short term gain was strong and so we got back together.  Then a few years later I had clarity for just a moment and tried to end the relationship.    Her emotional reaction and my ego clouded my intuition once again. I “knew” it was a mistake but did not follow my deepest feelings.

We are part of the universe.  Our true self is connected as is all living things.  We live with a cloud around us (our ego) which keeps us from seeing this.  Yet, once in a while when things are just right we get a glimpse of reality, not the cloud but what is real.  Our intuition is part of what is real, and my goal is to be able to see this more clearly as the fog of my ego dissipates.