By Susan Saraf

By Susan Saraf

Thursday, September 26, 2013

SpunkerFLY Woman of The Month - September

Song: Star Witness Neko Chase
With daughter Julia 

How we met:  Last July I was sitting on a return flight from San Francisco to New York and the woman next to me had that presence my whole being always seems hard wired to tune into.  I so didn’t want to do it.  I did not want to be the chatty Cathy in the next seat.  It was a long flight.  We could both end up cringing for hours.  I started telling myself Don’t you dare.  Mind your own business.  Read the book you bought.  Work on the book you’re supposed to be writing. None of it worked.  Myself couldn’t stop myself.  “Hi, are you a star?”  I asked.  I think.  If not those exact words, something very close.  She shook her head sweetly, demured, no.  “Do people ask you that?” I wondered. “Yes,” she nodded redeeming me. “Yes, they must! You have definite star energy. So, what is it? That you do?” I asked.  I sound more obnoxious in writing.  I hope. It was all a little more tempered.  I'm a smooth mo, yo.  I was so sure I was on to something.  She was so sweet, elegant and soft - yet underneath very much in charge.  A true pioneer.  A lady.  When she told me her story I was captivated.  I hope you will be too.  

I invited Judith to be a guest on the blog right as we were taking our bags out of the overhead bins, "Your information will help so many woman who read my blog, so many moms who have daughters," I said. "I have three sons, so..." (it doesn't concern me was my subtext). "Oh, no it effects boys as well," she said, sadly. "For sure."   
With daughter Senna 



Dear Judith,

Thank you so much for exchanging your information with me and agreeing to be our SpunkerFLY woman of the month.  I am so honored to feature you.  I've left the intro a real cliff-hanger so let's dive in.

1. How did you start?
I was 28 years old, putting myself through grad school and, to help pay for school, I was working as an assistant to an older grad student in the psych department.  We got to know each other well and ended up taking a share in a summer house in the Hamptons.  One day we were sitting on the beach and complaining that we had eaten too much the night before and that we felt fat (who hasn't done that at some point?!).  My friend Ellen confided in me that she had been throwing up as a way to get rid of the food (Ellen has spoken of this openly so i'm not divulging secrets here).  I was stunned because in those days (1980), no one had heard of eating and throwing up-- it was fascinating, disgusting, and riveting all at once.  Ellen had my attention!

Ellen told me she was fighting for recovery and that she had found and worked with a psychologist from Cornell University who had discovered that many other girls were binging and throwing up.  This psychologist-- Marlene Boskind White-- was the first person ever to notice this phenomenon and she termed it Bulimia-- the hunger of an ox.  Ellen had met with Marlene and found her work helpful.  Ellen proposed that we start something in New York City to address this new and potentially growing problem. We asked permission from Marlene to take her ideas into the city, she gave us the go ahead and through word of mouth, sure enough, we immediately found 5 women who were struggling with eating and vomiting.  This was a startling beginning for us.  Bulimia started as an extraordinary cultural secret, a grassroots disease that had just taken root at the end of the 1970's, seemingly out of no where, and we were finding that women actually were already struggling to make it go away.

At the time, I was finishing my Ph.D. and working at St. Vincent's Hospital as the director of the group therapy program for alcoholics.  With my experience with addictions and Ellen's experience with the disorder itself, we scrambled to come up with a weekend intensive group program to address the symptomatic behaviors.  We started the group with the 5 women we met and sent out a press release to the media (no email in those days!) saying that two NYC psychologists were starting a program to treat a stunningly new disorder, binging and vomiting.  A week later, a cable program picked us up, interviewed us and we were suddenly visible to a broad audience.
  
The news media of course found it fascinating that pretty girls were binging and throwing up. Once the cable show aired, there was a clamoring from other shows to pick up the story. The Today Show did a 7 minute clip of our group (with blurred pictures of the patients).  Other news shows followed as did a myriad of newspaper and magazine articles.  As a result, Ellen and I were overwhelmed with a cascade of letters and phone calls from people all over the country, many of whom were famous and visible, saying that they thought that no one else did what they did.  They wanted to know how to get help.

Ellen and I rushed to set up a Center in Manhattan to broaden our treatment reach.  We started the Bulimia Treatment Associates, hired a consortium of therapists to work with us-- and our careers took off with lightening speed.

2.  In case anyone missed it, you and Ellen started the first ever Eating Disorder clinic in NYC.  Do you ever think what if I hadn't made that choice, what would life be like if I hadn't taken the risk?

I am so incredibly grateful that I met Ellen and took the risks that I did.  I realize that had I not been financing my own way through school, I never would have been working as a research assistant and I wouldn't have met Ellen-- so this is a word of encouragement for anyone who has to work on their own to pay for school.  I can't imagine what my life would be like had it not taken the amazing turns that it did.  I feel very lucky.  But interestingly it never felt like a risk.  What we were doing was so much fun and inspiring and exciting.  Even though I worked late into the night and through weekends for years on end, it never felt as though I was working.  I think one of the most important goals with any job is to know that it's something you are passionate about doing.
3. If someone is struggling with an eating disorder--either parent or child-- what is the first step they can take to get help?  How best to approach a child?

In our book Surviving an Eating Disorder: Strategies for Family and Friends (Siegel, Brisman and Weinshel, Harper Collins, 3rd edition), we spell out step by step what to do if someone you care about is in trouble with food.

First, find a time that is calm to talk.  Let the person know what you are concerned about-- be really specific (i.e., "I saw signs of vomit in the toilet" or " you've lost a lot of weight lately and you seem worried about how you look"  or "you seem so sad lately"). Don't be blaming or angry!!  Just be factual.  Let the person know how it affects you-- maybe you are worried, maybe it is hard to talk together lately, maybe you feel you should help and you don't know what to do.  And then have a step that you'd like the person to take.  This may as gentle as just wanting to talk about it as a first step-- or you may be so worried that you want a professional to evaluate whether a problem exists. Be clear, unemotional and suggest a step that is possible to do (ie don't suggest seeing a professional if you are not prepared to set this up or go with the person the first time).

With younger kids, keep to this same format.  If you are worried that someone is eating too much, you might want to focus on health or mood instead of weight.  It's okay to tell kids that you worry that they are not eating healthfully or that they seem preoccupied with what they will eat or what they weigh. Don't ever say that you think they have gained weight or are fat-- that's just too embarrassing and shame filled.  Your child will block you out and not hear what you have to say.

In this kind of situation, be prepared to both be supportive but also set limits.  So you might want to tell your daughter or son that it's okay to have one or two desserts/snacks a day and that they can choose when the snacks will be eaten-- but that will be the limit because otherwise it's not healthy.  If you get into too deep of a tangle with your son or daughter over food, maybe it's time to get a third party in there (a therapist, nutritionist?) to broaden the discussion.  This should not be a battle but a slow moving direction toward health in which the child chooses one step he or she is able to take .


4.  Do eating disorders predominantly effect young girls?

Eating disorders can effect ANYONE-- including young boys and men.  What is important to know is that the best chance for recovery is early intervention.  If you know someone who you suspect is in trouble with food-- or if you are worried about yourself-- make sure you don't turn the other way thinking it will get better or that you are making too big a deal of it.  If you have any questions, speak with a professional about how to proceed.

5.  I noticed my middle guy, (who was always being teased that he was chubby by his older brother) at 2 years old pushing a biscuit away after I said to my husband, "these are nothing but fat" I didn't mean he or I shouldn't eat it, I was actually taking a bite, celebrating it, I guess! But I couldn't believe that he heard it and reacted by restricting himself at such an early age. I became conscious of my words around food at that moment (I'm not sure how long it lasted! But I try).  How young do you see eating disorders start in children? How do parents views of their own bodies and attitudes toward food contribute? 

We're unfortunately seeing kids as young as 8 or 9 in treatment with full blown eating disorders.  This was unheard of years ago but there is such a focus on being thin in our culture-- and these young kids are so media-savvy-- the messages travel fast.
Kids pick up tones and messages about food and weight at home too.  But parents don't create eating disorders.  The current thinking is that kids become eating disordered as a result of a complex combination of genetics, psychology and the culture.  We've seen kids with the most eating disordered parents who are fine around food.  And we've seen a lot of eating disordered kids who come from families where their parents were healthy but not overly concerned about food and weight. 
That being said, given the epidemic of eating problems in our culture, as parents it is a good idea to notice "fat talk" in the house and to be aware of the messages one is giving kids about their self-worth.  A parent's job is to set the stage for strong self worth and self-esteem so that the child can fight the messages of the culture.  Notice at home how many comments are made about bodies versus intellect or creativity.  Notice what compliments are given-- are they mostly directly at how one looks or how one acts?  And what about feelings?  Kids who develop eating disorders have a hard time knowing or regulating their feelings.  What can you do as a parent to help your child learn to sooth one's self, to express complicated feelings, to have a voice in the family about one's own needs and desires?    
We're in a food and fat obsessed culture.  Every parent is going to make a comment about food, looks and weight somehow. Helping a child know one's internal world, not just the outside appearance and actions, and helping  that child give voice to his or her own thoughts and feelings  is one of the best things a parent can do to help set the stage for a healthy kid.

Judith,  I cannot thank you enough for your thoughtful and thought provoking interview.  Thank you for helping so many people and families and souls in your lifetime.  And for flying Jetblue! You are a blessing.  You are FLY! 

Love, Susan 

If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder and would like to contact Dr. Brisman or just send her fan mail, her information is below.   

Judith Brisman, Ph.D.
Founding Director
Eating Disorder Resource Center
330 W. 58th St.  Suite 206
NY, NY  10019
212-582-2217




Friday, September 20, 2013

Spot Clean Only

Ok, so I bought these pillows at Home Goods for pennies a piece.  You can't tell by the pictures because I must have used a flash or something but the white part got dirty.  Actual dirt.  Wouldn't spot clean.  Actually I didn't try.  

 And on this one...Can you see on the bird? The bit where you might imagine a wing?  Looks like a shadow? That's poop.  I didn't have it in me to take a damp sponge to it.   I had reached my threshold of being grossed out for the day- my 7 year old wiped a booger on his arm and then my middle guy ate it. OFF OF HIS BROTHERS ARM.  NOT HIS BOOGER.  THEY WERE LAUGHING! I was gagging.
 And plus this was happening....
open, close. Open, close. Open, close. 


Open, open, open, open.
The drawers look a lot messier on camera, so does the kitchen. 
Open, open, open, open.  



CHEESE! 
 So I read the care label on the pillows.  Like I said, they didn't set me back and probably should have been tossed...but I loved the looks of 'em.  It was declared poop by my two year old- it may have been pudding.  We had pudding in the house and like I said, I really liked the pillows.  I couldn't go in for a sniff test.  When I saw Spot Clean Only I had a little chuckle.  You see, back in the day, I worked in production for a small woman's clothing company.  I'm pretty sure now they are a big company and they do a whole lotta lines- no pun intended.   Then, it was a small women's clothing company.  Most of the volume was in pants, (they invented the boot-leg pant, imagine still living in a world without a boot-leg pant? Shudder.) Ordering the care labels was the production departments job.

Let's say we sold about a thousand pants a season, just say, I don't really know.   Then say we sold about 20 skirts, 300 shirts, 30 leather jackets...the point is it was a low volume operation.  Care labels are sold in the thousands.   In order to write the care label that actually suited the proper care of each piece, (and each piece was basically custom when you're working in double digits), the production department would have had to test all of that fabric, put through so many washes, drying, steaming, or ironing- then ordered a thousand care labels for each puny style.  Can you imagine that poor suffering production department? Doing their best? Working their hearts out on stitches and hems and the right buttons and fabrics- just so the design team could get their vision to market and the sales team could fulfill their orders?! Amazing department.  AMAZING.  So busy. The production department didn't have that kind of time.  I know because my boss and I were the production department.   My boss, I'll call her Wheels, the one half of our production team- had been in the business for years.  This wasn't Wheels first spin around the track of care labels.  She 'splained me how it was going to go down.  Two care labels.  Machine Wash Cold Hang Dry Cool Iron If Needed & Dry Clean Only.   Any time we went to production we'd grab a handful of each and head up to the sweat shops.  They weren't really sweat shops but we called them that.  Wipe brow.  Anyway, with master craftsman-like precision we'd assess the proper care of each and every garment.  Silk, leather or shiny? Dry Clean Only.  Everything else? Machine Wash Cold.  You can't ruin anything with those two.  Saved us a bundle in time and labels.  We got no complaints. Voile.

I've never trusted a care label since.

Looking at my pillows -Spot Clean Only- that is an honest mans escape for a job undone.   I put my assessing skills to work.  There was a zipper and down feather insert-they were polyester.   Whoever was in charge of production was taking the safe way out. There's no way anyone tested these.  I tossed them in the wash- cold, I hung them dry.
 Poop or pudding, they're clean now!  Now, do kids come in polyester?
Have a great week! xo

Friday, September 13, 2013

I'll Tumblr 4 Ya!

Northern California
When I was young I loved old.  The older the better.  Colonials.  Tudors.  Heavy.  Old.  Paint so layered you could see generations through a chipped piece on the side of a fireplace mantel.  Moldings. MOLDings.  Crown, floor, ceiling.  That's all very nice.  Still not knocking it.  But ever since I gave birth to my first,  I've been bedazzled by new.  No, not by new- by modern.  Clean lines.  No need to spackle.  Little need to paint.  Unobstructed vistas.  Cozy interiors surrounded by windows.  Glass, glass and more glass. I'm into modern architecture right now.  I've been saying for years that my next house will be modern.  Now I'm wondering if I'll have a next house, but that's a different story.

Anyway,  I found this cool theory on water and design, ThinkTank and The Life Aquatech, I think it's a theory maybe it's a school of thought- in theory- anyway, it's a project by students studying architecture in London.  Maybe baby prince Georgie will be living in a swirl of pink fiberglass one day.  Swoosh.

http://www.designboom.com/architecture/thinktank-and-the-life-aquatech-water-generative-design/


Novato 
I found it on Tumblr, a friend introduced me to it last week and it's become my favorite spot.  So far it feels like the perfect mix of Facebook, Pinterest and Twitter.  I'm so over Fakebook- I miss 2008, the glory days! Remember when it was all new and wild?  You'd get a friend request from someone you went to high school with - that you knew- and write long catch up letters, amazed (bedazzled) by the novelty.  Then it became squinting at a thumbnail, trying to piece together a name with 192 shared friends...who I also don't really know-bit of a bummer.  All I get is ads and I keep seeing the same people who hate each other in person loving each other on the books and it's like...um.  No.  I tried to use at as a way to practice compassion and patience but inevitably I'd end up irritated = no fun.  Boring, actually.  I do love it to pimp my blog :D I don't mind that a bit! Hehe.  I tried Linked In, thinking I'd get a freelance job and that it was safe- at least it was professional, no bikini shots or cranky kids over there but no anonymity either.  The next day when I got an email telling me who looked at my profile (names and times?!) I nearly had an anxiety attack.  Plus I "Linked In" to a bunch of people who I did not mean to Link into! I just meant to peak from afar not shake hands.  Horrible.  Good thing about Fakebook is you can kick back with a cold tea and get all up under a person- nones the wiser.  LinkedIn is blowing horns on you, announcing a stalker.  UGH.  So that was that for me.   Tumblr is all blogs.  You scroll through and find cool stuff and you can do your own as well.  It seems fun for now.   Although, now that I found it- it's probably over.  Check it out!

Parking lot in San Anselmo
Love the mountain views at market!! ^^^^^
Driving to the beach
Winding roads ahead! 
Back to our housing situation.  We put our house on the market ForSaleByOwner.com thinking it would sit and take effort which we were fine with and it sold in 6 days!  So, we are packing up and moving to California.  It's been a dream to get out of the cold winter months, amongst other things.  Finding a place in Northern California, San Anselmo is proving to be a challenge! Something is going out there.  I'm not sure what, but it is like the California Gold Mine- here, our house sold a pencil width under asking and fast- wicked fast- as my bostonian friend would say- but out there they are selling two hundred over asking and multiple offers.  The rentals are just as crazy and $$$$$.  Like $4500. for a two bedroom practically no yard.  I asked our realtor what the (&*^!) deal was and she said, "Since last year the sales prices have increased 24%." WHY?  "It's because we're happy! It's awesome here.  It's great weather, smart people, water and mountains, hiking, year round..." all stuff that hasn't changed since it opened and definitely not in the last three months, I pointed out.  Then she paused.  "Well, rates are going to jump up. And there's new tech in San Fran, lots of money people who want safe public schools." AH- HA!  So people are buying up to get in front of the rates.  I'm not sold on the 'money people'. .. don't they go private? I don't know the migrating habits of my own, less those of 'money people'.  However, I can get down with rates.  They are causing a feeding frenzy.  Rates are national so, I'm still not sure why California is having such a bigger boom.  Maybe because they fell so hard last cycle? Maybe it is the new tech companies? But I feel like tech in NoCal is nothing new.  Is it fun to listen to me work this out on the blog-haha- probably not...if any of you do know, please chime in...whatever it is... it's starting to feel like we are getting behind the velvet rope to gain entry into one of those silly clubs in NYC,  but it's not a club, it's our dream town. There is a lot of modern architecture! Oh well, maybe towns are just macrocosms of silly clubs.  Glass is hard to clean anyway...who cuddles near a free standing glass fireplace?! Raise my hand.  Generation after generation?! Raise other hand.

Have a great week 'people'! Join Tumblr!
Song: I'll Tumble 4 Ya- Culture Club 

Friday, September 6, 2013

5-ish things for today

Song: Bruises- Train w. Ashley Monroe- cute song this week. Video is corny but cool shots of Redrocks, Co- if you've never been...awesome

1. "I love deadlines.  I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." -Douglas Adams

2.   I am determined to have a first draft of The Bitchy Beach Club by....Joone should be wrapped up by...

3.  Ariel Castro found dead- hung himself- I heard about the story but didn't follow it- first thought was that his name was something else then realized I was thinking of Fidel. Come here for all your hard news and current events folks- no, not really.  How things would have been different had he captured me at 21-"Where are my Marlborough Lights and um, (shaking the one in my hand) I could use another Amstel.  Make it quick and frosty. Btw. Your hair is gross. Thanks."  Woman found dead at 21.

4.  "What other people think of me is none of my business." - great mantra. Who should dictate your life? You or the person gossiping about you? Chances are you are imagining things anyway.  Don't let imaginings of what others thoughts are clog your brain.  Act from a place of peace, based on your values and the facts of the matter.  Nothing else.  I wonder if this could apply on a global scale. What is going on in Syria...

5.  Look in the mirror and say hello without wanting to fix anything.  Greet yourself like a friendly stranger.

6.  Call a friend and see if they need anything.  Say yes.  Don't call someone you know is on vacation, either.

7.  Have an awesome day, thank God you are alive! I thank God you're alive :D

Sunday, September 1, 2013

SpunkerFLY Woman of August



Song: I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack 
SpunkerFLY Woman of August Dr. Christine Mullin MD
          Reproductive Endocrinologist, CHR North Shore LIJ 

Thank you so much for being the SpunkerFly Woman of the Month!  I am honored to have you as a guest on the blog.

Below you will find 5 questions designed to give readers an idea of what it takes to be a super-achiever.  I chose the word "idea" decidedly because after getting to know you a bit and asking you lots of questions- this detectives daughter is still not at all sure how you have nailed down the forensics of having both a loving family and an award winning practice.  But I do understand the energy behind your spirit- that life is short and meant to be lived. 


How we met: She called it stalking, I called it the kindness of my heart.  I saw a mother at my sons pre-k pick up with four kids under six who looked like she was pretty busy- so I asked her if she wanted to carpool.  She saw a stranger trying to give rides to her children.  When she asked which I'd prefer, taking or picking up, I got tongue tied.  Sure I was offering to help, but given the opportunity of staying in my pajamas longer felt hard to resist.  I forced myself to speak my truth, "I would like to pick up." There, I said it. "Oh, great. Mornings better for me because then I can go straight into surgery." Huh? I thought oh, snap, she has some kind of life threatening multi-surgical illness.  "Surgery?"I asked.  "I'm a surgeon." I nearly hit the pavement. "You're a doctor? Of course, you're a surgeon! Wow." Well, I was right, she was busy.  Discovering she was a surgeon on top of the mother to four kids under six -was part of my revelation that there was a whole lot more going on with this woman than nubby stretch pants and a limp pony tail:D What started as a carpool became a friendship.  I thought I was helping her but it turns out I helped myself.  I've come to admire that she never stops doing or thinking of others, all without soupy sympathy or sentimentality.  (I told you we were different.)  She is a study in "going for it."  Intrigued, I wanted to know more about her journey and how she got to where she is today- what makes her keep going without dragging or complaining.  This has not been an easy undertaking, Dr. Mullin is humble to a fault.  "We are in DC for the weekend, family trip," she said one Friday, I bought the "family trip" excuse.  Not the sexiest trip in the world-we did it ourselves just this year!  About a month later her husband mentioned  they went not for a family trip but because she was being honored with an award.  Another for instance, we were talking about sports once, she said she played Volleyball.  Cool! I later found out (from her husband) that she was an All- American and played for Boston College.  It's like that.  I like that.  She says she's not interesting, so I bet she will not like this tribute, but hey! Backstory is important.  We learn how we can get to where we want to be by following the footsteps of positive role models- whether we're 9 or 99. Dr. Christine Mullin, Reproductive Endocrinologist at North Shore LIJ is a role model.  I hope these questions aimed at revealing her path, will help us all move forward. 


1. How did you become a Reproductive Endocrinologist? Can you tell us a little bit about the road to your current position?   My road started in medical school. It was during my 3rd year rotation that I discovered my true passion. What better gift to give someone than a child. As a tumultuous of a road that it can be for some. I am truly blessed to be helping others on this journey. 

2. I understand you were torn before you decided to go to medical school.  How did you make your decision? Is there any advice you would want to share to people who are afraid to go for what they really want? My decision to pursue medicine was a difficult one as is for many women in my field.  There is a tremendous sacrifice and a struggle for balance between career and family. And ironically my concerns for sacrificing a family for career have helped me to understand the struggles of my patients as many of my patients are facing fertility issues due to the fact that they too delayed child bearing for their pursuit of their careers. I have my mother to thank for pushing me to pursue my dreams. She gave me inspiration through a song by Leann Womack, I hope you dance. Never settle for the path of least resistance..... And when you get the chance to sit it out or just dance, I hope you dance. 

3. That was a big risk for you, now that you deal with patients who themselves are contemplating taking a big risk is that something you empathize with them about?  Absolutely. I try to guide them in taking risks that will end in the best outcome for them and their partners. And in life I encourage my children and friends to take risks. It's normal to feel anxious about the unknown in every aspect of our lives. 

3.  Do you ever think of what your life would be like if you decided to stay a science teacher? It would have been much different but I wouldn't be where I am today if a didn't chose to dance and I am in a much better place now then I was 20 years ago.  
4.  So what was that award you won in DC?  Not an award really. It was a meeting at the *NIH to become a lead research investigator in my field. 
*NIH = National Institute of Health

          5.  So many of us get or stay stuck, what drives you to keep moving forward? What inspires you? 
I used to be self motivated and competitive with myself but now what motivates me is being a role model for my four children, especially for my daughter Grace. I want to make sure there are equal opportunities for her in life. 
Thanks so much for taking the time to share your story with us. I'm glad you danced then and continue to jump on every chance since.  You are FLY!!