Everyone knows that eating lots of eggs increases your risk for heart disease and stroke. Well, it turns out that everyone may be wrong. A recent study set out to investigate whether eggs are as bad as popular mythology holds they are, and if they are, to see exactly how eggs affect stroke- and heart-attack […]
While that may sound like the punch line of a joke, this is no laughing matter. According to a new study, a frightening percentage of men have guts that are so big that they haven’t seen their penis for quite some time. And a belly that large is a ticket to a shorter (by as much as 9 years), far-less-healthy life (including increased risk for cancer, heart disease, and diabetes).
In today’s economic climate, where employers—and everyone else—are trying to do more with less, it’s increasingly common for men to be putting in longer hours at work and cutting back on pesky inconveniences like sleep. Bad idea. Really bad.
According to a new study, working 11 hours per day (which a lot of us are doing) increases your chances of developing heart disease by 67 percent, compared to those who work just 8 hours per day.
Honey, Sugar, Sweetie, Deceased–all words that might be applied to guys who drink 6.5 sugared beverages/week. Men who knocked down that many sugared drinks (which, by the way, were not limited to soda. Lemonade and fruit drinks count too) had a 20% higher risk of having a heart attack than men who refrained from all that liquid sweetness.
Than’s per researchers from the Harvard School of Public Health
Oh, and women are in just as much danger from this as men. Maybe more.
Dear Mr. Dad: I am a single mom of a 14-year-old daughter. Throughout much of her childhood I suffered from severe depression, which went undiagnosed until very recently. I’m getting treatment now, and I’m feeling much better. However, my daughter thinks I was pretending to be sick all those years. That really hurts, but how do I explain to her what was really going on?
A: What a difficult situation for both of you. I get a sense from your letter that she either doesn’t know that you were depressed, or simply doesn’t understand what depression is. Or both. As a result, she believes (mistakenly, of course) that depression isn’t a “real” illness and that it’s “all in your mind,” or something you should be able to just snap out of.