(CNN) The so-called Mediterranean diet has gained lots of followers because of its perceived health benefits; but what about having your children making the switch to its regimen of natural foods?

The Mediterranean diet is heavy in vegetables, fruit, unrefined grains, and other foods that are good for you. Its been linked to a host of benefits, including longer life, and better bone and heart health.

There are many positive aspects of this style of eating for adults. Nutrition experts say the Mediterranean diet is good for kids too, with some caveats.

The diet calls for skim or low-fat dairy products; pediatricians call for little ones to consume whole milk until age two.Nuts are also included in the diet, something doctors say could be a choking hazard for children under age four.

The Mediterranean diet calls for a moderate amount of wine, which is illegal to consume until age 21 in the United States. Apart from that, signs are emerging that the Mediterranean could be beneficial for children.

A study presented to the European congress on obesity in 2014, found that children who followed it were 15 percent less likely to be obese.Other studies have suggested the diet could lower rates of asthma and wheezing in children.

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Question: With it being American Heart Month, Im curious what dietary changes I should make in order to stave off heart disease? Just trying to be proactive rather than reactive!

Answer: First of all, kudos for focusing on prevention! As far as diet is concerned, there are definitely some modifications you can make, but to be honest, they arent all that new. For starters, you could try following the DASH diet, which stands for Dietary Approaches to Stop Hypertension. This diet focuses on specific amounts of fruits, vegetables, whole grains, low-fat dairy products, and lean proteins. I follow a Whole-Food Plant-Based diet for disease prevention. The WFPB way of eating has even reversed heart disease in numerous studies. It focuses on whole grains, legumes (beans, lentils, and peas), vegetables, fruits, dark leafy greens, daily multivitamin, vitamin B12 supplement, and ground flaxseed. Sounds pretty healthy, right? In fact, the diet has been shown to reduce hypertension, and can also decrease the risk of heart disease and stroke over time. But even if you dont follow a comprehensive diet, you should still try to limit your sodium intake, reduce your intake of saturated and trans fats, moderate your alcohol consumption (no more than 2 drinks per day for men and 1 drink per day for women), and increase your intake of omega-3 fatty acids. All of these changes will go a long way in helping to protect your heart, and the rest of your cardiovascular system. If you want additional information, check out the American Heart Association website, http://www.americanheart.org, or consult with a registered dietitian.

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The construction workers arrived at Kazs Tire Center in Port Richmond in need of some Goodyears and an answer to a burning question: Wheres the pony?

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Coco. The pony of Port Richmond. The delight of East Somerset Street. The chestnut gelding rescued from an abusive fairground who lived behind the tire shop and grew fat and happy from 15 years of love and attention lavished by Kaz Nabavi and his wife, Sedighah.

Too fat, unfortunately.

Kaz and the construction workers sat in the wood-paneled waiting room he keeps decorated with a shrine to his hero, John Wayne.

He would tell them the whole story. He always does.

The horse, said Kaz, solemnly, had to go on a diet.

I first met Kaz a few years ago on a whim. I heard a pony was living behind a tire shop. I met Coco. More importantly, I met Kaz, who is 72 and about as close to a living embodiment of joy as a human being can be.

An Iranian immigrant, he left his homeland in the early 1960s, fleeing the brutality of the shah. He loves his life in America. He loves Sedighah and their two children a doctor and a lawyer. He loves The Duke, and Teddy Roosevelt cowboys, he said. He loves working the polls on Election Day, with his carefully selected slate of candidates, both Republicans and Democrats. He loves the tire shop and the animals he keeps on his land behind it. His Chilean chickens that lay green eggs. His gorgeous peacock and dearly departed rescue goat. The parrot that liked to ride on Cocos back.

Sometimes, Kaz and I discuss politics. And sometimes when all the ugliness makes even Kazs smile fade, well talk about his pony. Kaz always returns to his pony.

Sitting under a portrait of the Duke, Kaz regaled his guests.

One afternoon in late summer, the story goes, Sedighah hurried into the shop. Coco had fallen. Or at least, lay down very fast. She wasnt sure. Kaz went to Coco. There was no just denying it anymore. The horse was too fat.

For months, he had been telling his wife as much.

One lap of hay in the morning, hed remind her. One lap of hay in the evening.

The horse doesnt like that, his wife would say, leaving Coco a feast of a whole bale.

At the market, for every piece of fruit his wife bought Kaz, shed buy two for Coco.

Watermelons and cantaloupes. Apples and carrots. Bananas even.

This is not a monkey, Kaz would say. This is a horse.

And exotic fruits that Kaz had never tasted, let alone name.

Who is the boss of this house? Kaz said. Is it the horse or me?

He tried spreading the hay out so Coco would walk for it.

The horse doesnt like that, Sedighah would say

Then there were the endless snacks from the neighborhoods kids who ignored Kazs sign: Please, do not feed the animal (Horse). Thank you.

Once, Kaz would ride Coco from Port Richmond to Penn's Landing, stopping along the way to give kids rides. Sedigah would ride him, too, with the parrot on the back.

But now, Coco was growing old and round enough that Kaz could no longer fit his legs around him.

He called a doctor.

Give him less food, otherwise hes going to die, the doctor said, prescribing a year of exercise.

Sedighah wasnt impressed.

The doctor doesnt know what hes talking about, she said. The horse likes to eat, give him food.

Kaz thought of a friend who owns a farm, near a lake, with a cozy barn and roomy paddock. Coco could get the exercise he needed.

We put it to pasture, Kaz said. Its the best thing. Of course, I miss him."

Kaz has visited Coco twice. He doesnt look like hes lost any weight. But they take good care of him. And that makes Kaz happy.

But without a pony things werent the same on East Somerset. Sedighah was sad. So was Kaz. And all the kids missed him, said Danny Beck, a roofer across the street, who liked to feed him apples despite the sign.

You got rid of my Coco, one little girl told Kaz, who tried to make her smile. I said, I didnt get rid of him. You did. You fed him too much food.'

Kaz knew what had to be done.

On Thursday, once the snow ended, Kaz put on his jacket and began to clean Cocos old stall. He wants it to be nice when he brings home the brown and white painted pony he bought for himself and Sedighah and East Somerset Street.

Beautiful, he called him. Hell bring him home when the weather breaks. He showed me a picture. It looked a little fat.

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Greetings, sweet kittens. It's me, Zara, your digital big sister.

While I love the weekend as much as the next free-wheeling, high heel-wearing, winged liner-sporting, booze-swilling, red-lipsticked PARTY GIRL, 99.9 percent of the mistakes I've made in my life have taken place during the weekend. I've spent one too many Mondays spiraling down the dark vortex of weekend guilt, regret and shame.

But hey, don't fret. Because I'm going to be here every Friday to stop you from the awful weekend fuckups that are screwing up your life. Here's this week's Very Important PSA.

Lets not waste time. This weekend PSA is so painfully real and happens all too often, so I feel VERY strongly about it.

So here it is: Dont diet on the days leading up to a date. Drinking, dieting and dating is a terrible idea.

Look, if youre one of those amazing girl creatures who has an authentically ~positive relationship~ with her body and would never THINK to diet before a date or skipa meal because she wanted to feel prettier and who has never tugged at her flesh in the mirror repeating, I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself, then please feel free to click out of this article. It will probably irritate you.

For the record, Im very happy girls like you exist. But Im not a girl like you, even though Ive spent thousands of dollars in therapy and yoga to emulate your wellness. I guess Im just damaged goods or something.

However, I know Im not alone. I happen to know a lot of girls who do (or have done) this kind of destructive shit, too. And it always ends in a total, epic, shame-spiraling disaster.

Now, kittens, the time has come to close your eyes. Its (horror) story time.

A million years ago (OK, maybe like five), I was going to go on a date with a girl I was super excited about. I had been lusting after her from afar for years. When I was still closeted, I had sex dreams about her.

But finally, I was an out-and-proud lez, and eventually, I told a friend, who told a friend, who told her, that I was, uh, interested.

And apparently, she was down for a date!

My little gay boy compatriotMax* came rushing up to me during Drag Queen Bingo one night.

She says youre her type! he gasped.

My heart fluttered. Really?

Yes. Shes going to text you.

I felt sick with excitement. Thats cool, I said, puffing on casually on my ciggie. (Never let them see you sweat, girls.)

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Two nights later, Lana* sent me a text. Hey, Zara. Its Lana. Do you want to grab a drink after work Tuesday?

Bile roseup in my throat. I quickly called my best friend Ruba and screamed, WHAT THE HELL DO I TEXT HER BACK? I WANT TO SEEM CASUAL, BUT ALSO INTO IT BUT CASUAL BUT INTO IT.

Ruba and I agonized over thisuntil we finally crafted the perfectly calculated, seemingly effortless text to send to Lana.

This is sort of like beach waves isnt it? I said to Ruba as Isent the message.

What do you mean beach waves?

Like, when you style your hair into beach-y waves. You spend two hours trying to make it look like you just stepped off a beach on a windy day. So, you spend twice as long trying to make your hair look effortless and messy than you do when you try to make it look styled and sleek.

Oh yeah, Ruba agreed. Beach waves.

Anyway, Tuesday night the night of my date with Lana was only four days away. That was nothing!

So I did what I always do when Im nervous: I went to take a good look at myself in my bathroom mirror and engaged in what my shrinks call negative self-talk.

Youre so hideous. Look at your skin; its full of zits. Massive, open pores. How are you going to clear your goddamn skin up in time for this date? my negative self said to me.

I cant, I whimpered back.

Well, you know what you can do?

What?

You might not be able to clear up your skin by Tuesday, but you can TOTALLYlose weight by Tuesday. Youre looking a little thick.

I pinched the flesh on my upper arm. I am?

Yes. Its OK, though. Just be really strict for the next few days, so you can look good for this date with Lana.

Oh, God. Youre right. Ill only eat fruits and vegetables for the next four days! And Ill go running, too. I promised.

Maybe even throw in some hot yoga? That will get rid of your water weight.

Good idea. I nodded at my negative self in the mirror.

Look, I dont have the best track record when it comes to self-control, but when Im determined to do something, I do it full force, babe.

So for the next four days, I practically starved myself. At work, I would watch my co-workers gorge on pizza and donuts, my mouth watering as I sadly ate my lonely carrot sticks.

Finally, Tuesday came around. I slipped on my deliciously slutty, Courtney Love-looking slip dress, fishnet stockings, patent leather Doc Martin boots and stared at my reflection. I ran my hands across my stomach I had definitely lost some weight.

Well done. My destructive negative-self was pleased.

I looked at my phone. It was 9:00 pm, and I was set to meet Lana at 11:00 pm.

Confession: Im one of those idiots who completely loses her personality when shes attracted to someone.

Im a sassy, talkative bitch most of the time. But when I find you physically beautiful, I completely shut down. I forget words. Im not exciting. I do weird things, like let out horrible tinkles of hysterical laughter at things that arent even remotely funny.

But sometimes, I believed alcohol wouldhelp.

Ill just have a personality drink! I thought to myself as I poured a giant glass of white wine before my date.

And having no food to hold the wine, I felt tipsy off half a glass. I giggled to myself as I slid into a taxi to meet Lana downtown.

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The next morning, I woke up with my heart pounding outside of my chest and a head full of steel nails. I struggled to open up my eyes, asthey felt like they were sealed shut.

Literally, my lashes were stuck together from gobs of sticky mascara, I had to peel them open with my fingers.

OH GOD! I shrieked.

I had a hazy memory of Lana texting me that she was going to be a little late and another hazy memory of ordering a glass of wine and stumbling into the bathroom to apply lipstick.

Then, I had a traumatic, ugly, vile flashback: I remembered beingso wasted, I was holding on to Lanas jean pockets. Then, my memories went right to black.

Yup, thats right. I had a total blackout on my dream date. I couldnt remember a damn thing.

After hours and hours of beating myself up, I finally mustered up the courage to call Lana.

Im so sorry was all I could say.

Yeah, its OK. I just hope youre OK. You were really bombed.

I know. Im sorry. I didnt eat a lot that day. This doesnt usually happen, I lied. I had blacked out from not eating more times than I could ever count. It always ended horribly.

But this was the worst. I had totally blown it with someone I had liked because I had over-dieted and drank too much booze. My radical methods of achieving perfection had backfired once again.

That sleepless night, I really thought about my life. It seemed I was always doing things like this trying too hard to be thin, trying too hard to be liked and trying too hard to be pretty.

In turn, I was destroying myself and scaring away the healthy things I so desperately wanted.

And Lana was a healthy person. Thats why I liked her. Thats why I wanted to look good for her and impress her to begin with.

But healthy people arent drawn to unstable peoplewho starve themselves and black out on first dates.

Some people are drawn to that, like the people I had been attracting before. But those people were toxic energy vampires whogot off on rescuing helpless shits like me.

Two days later, I called Lana again. Look, Im so sorry. That was a huge wake-up call. Can I please have a do over?

Lana hesitantly agreed. And this time, I didnt listen to my negative-self talk. This time, I told her to shut the fuck up because her advice wasnt helping it was hurting me.

So, I ate a solid meal before our date and only had one drink over the course of five hours.

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Yes, I was awkward because Im an awkward person when Im sober, and yes, I felt bloated because I always feel bloated when I eat. But I was aware of everything that was going on.

I didnt realize that not only was booze putting a hazy filter over my feelings, but starvation was, too. When youre hungry, you have a desperation about you. And you cant tell what youre ravenous for another person or a cheeseburger.

And just so you know, Lana and I ended up dating for, like, two years.Though,we wouldnt have ever had a relationship had she not been so kind.

But I dont want you to put yourself in that position.

So eat,girl. Not only do you need to eat so you wont make a fool of yourself on the date, but you also need to eat to be safe.

My blackout that night with Lana was so bad, whoknows what couldve (or DID) happen to me? In fact, I think a lot of terrifying things have happened to me in my life as a result of not eating and drinking too much and then blacking out.

Sometimes, I get weird nightmares of hands grabbing at me and strange flashes of being pulled into cars, and I dont know if theyre a figment of my imagination or if theyre traumatic memories my subconscious is still tortured by.

But Ill never know, which is the most terrifying part.

And all of this is a result of me DIETING (or shall I say starving myself) so I could be prettier.

Really, Im not even pretty when Im dieting.You cant be pretty when youre not giving your body what it needs. And when youre not giving your body what it needs, your body doesnt give your brain what it needs.

And our brain is really the most beautiful part of ourselves. Our thoughts, our feelings, our perspectives on the world they all come from our brains.

Dont screw with your brain. Its too stunning to starve away.

So if youre getting ready for your date tonight, and you skipped dinner in an attempt to feel pretty, I want you to imagine me standing in your doorway.

Im holding up a gorgeous, silver platter from somewhere really bougie, like Tiffanys. On it is a gorgeous plate full of beautifully grilled vegetables, wild rice and sweet potatoes. Its healthy, but its hearty, like us, baby!

Eat this before you go out, honey, I say to you.

You take the plate from steady hands. You notice how happy and healthy I look. Ive been eating fucking MEALS! I say to you, reading your mind.

You eat the meal, and you feel fabulous. You feel ready for your date.

You took care of yourself, and when you take care of yourself, you radiate a really different, attractive energy. Its not needy. Its not desperate. Its balanced, self-aware and independent, and those are all qualities that draw in positive things and people.

And if you feel like you still wantto skip the meal, message me. Your internet lesbian big sister wont let you go on that date without eating. Promise.

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At Lilia one of his favorite restaurants. Photo: Miachel Breton

Its an exciting time for Jonathan Rubinstein, the owner of Joe, a highly respected coffee chain that has shops in New York and Philadelphia: Danny Meyers Union Square Hospitality has invested in his company, which means that Joe, which roasts its own beans in Red Hook, will soon pop up in additional cities across the country. This week, Rubinstein mixed business with pleasure eating a hazelnut doughnut at a strategy meeting, birthday cake for an employees birthday, and lamb rag at Lilia, where he collaborated on the coffee program. He also treated his daughter, Sally, to pie, chicken sandwiches, and homemade pasta with butter and Parmesan.

Thursday, February 2My morning coffee routine is definitely a ritual, and as a total morning person, I usually jump out of bed because I cant wait to take my first sip. By 6 a.m. I start boiling water in my kettle and eat a piece of fruit and have half a piece of toast with some peanut butter to put something in my stomach before coffee. Once the water boils, I make a pour-over coffee with beans from one of my Joe shops. Today it is a Brazilian coffee from Santa Ines that we just released. I sit on the couch and savor each sip before my 8-year-old daughter, Sally, wakes up and the day has officially begun. Sally jumps on the bus to school in Red Hook, and I leave our apartment in Brooklyn Heights and catch the train to our office in Chelsea.

By 8 a.m. Im at the office, but today I have an all-day strategy meeting with our new investors, Union Square Hospitality Group. Knowing the way they exceed expectations I have high hopes that they will feed me well. Exceed they do. When I walk into the conference room, there is a gorgeous spread of freshly baked sweet and savory pastries including a passion-fruit danish, a salted hazelnut doughnut with spiced sugar, a tomato-and-olive tart, and a baklava danish with orange blossom.

We have barely finished the pastries when lunch is served: Union Square Events family meal of mushroom, carrot, and fava-bean salad, salmon tartines, and hake with sweet potato pure. Some family meal!

We end the day with drinks and snacks at Porchlight, where I wind down with a pint of Other Halfs IPA, an amazing smoky beef jerky made in-house, and peanut hummus with vegetables.

I am pretty satiated from a full day of eating, so my late-night dinner is a pint of raspberries.

Friday, February 3 My morning routine is exactly the same as yesterdays, except my coffee of choice today is our Papua New Guinea from the Baroida Estate, roasted just yesterday at our roastery in Red Hook.

On my way into work, I stop by Daily Provisions for opening day. We are the wholesale partner working on their coffee program, so I wanted to stop by and taste for quality, which is spot-on. I also have a scrambled-egg-and-spinach gougres, which is super yummy, and they also send me off with a fresh loaf of rye bread by baker Justin Rosengarten, which my staff devours as soon as I step in the office.

At noon, I run to a meeting in the Village and take a quick detour on the way, to Citarella, which in my opinion has the best salad bar and is the best deal in the city. I know people are very into the designer-salad trend, but I still like making my own and only spending $6 on it.

At 2 p.m., Im back at Joe HQ. Today is our director of retails birthday, so we gather in our Pro Shop space for a quick celebration. He doesnt eat sugar or carbohydrates, basically just meat and vegetables, so we grill him a steak and the rest of us have vegan chocolate cake from Whole Foods.

Dinner tonight is at one of my favorite restaurants, Lilia. Missy Robbins has been a friend and a customer for many years and its incredible to see her vision turned into a reality, not to mention one of the most celebrated restaurants in the country. We collaborated on her coffee program for Lilia and I stop by the Caff whenever Im in the area. Tonight, for dinner with a friend, we go all-out: two glasses of wine, a grilled radicchio salad, roasted trumpet mushrooms, scallops, Missys famous and incredible lamb-rag pasta, and of course, an olive-oil cake with soft serve for dessert.

Saturday, February 4 Coffee ritual on repeat with a side of blueberries and raspberries. A few hours later, I have one scrambled egg and half an avocado, both of which have been rejected by Sally. Her birthday party is this afternoon so she cant think about anything else and I have to threaten to cancel it if she doesnt agree to eat breakfast. In between birthday-party errands, which take us to downtown Brooklyn, we grab lunch at Hill Country Chicken a chicken sandwich for Sally and a kale salad with grilled chicken, sweet potato, and pine nuts for me.

Sallys birthday party is at Karaoke Cave, which is connected to Le Midi, a classic-style French bistro near Union Square, which randomly also has karaoke rooms in the basement. Over the course of the party, while 24 8-year-olds are belting Taylor Swift, I am fairly sure I ate two full plates of their delicious bistro-style French fries and half of the chicken fingers I ordered for the kids.

Birthday cake is literally my favorite dessert and I could eat an entire cake from One Girl Cookies on a daily basis. Sally has never liked birthday cake and always insists on pie for her birthday. I know her birthday is supposed to be about her, but I cant help but indulge the child in me we splurge and serve both.

After the party, we drive out to New Jersey to for a sleepover with two families I have known since high school and who have kids that Sally loves. When we get there, my friends have ordered Mexican food from Tinga in Millburn and it is delicious.

Sunday, February 5 Naturally, I am on coffee duty and make four Chemexes of Joes house-blend for the parents who slept over. (Yes, I packed an entire suitcase of Chemexes, a grinder, a scale, an electric water kettle, filters, and a bag of beans.) For breakfast, I have both a bowl of cereal and leftover rice and beans.

When we get back to the city, Sally goes to see a play with her grandparents and I meet up with my friend Missy, who is in the process of expanding her new business, Fresh Coat Nails. I love talking with entrepreneurs about growth and new ideas. We have brunch at Soho House, and while Im really not a private club kind of guy, they do have the best brunch buffet on the planet. I have a little bit of everything: grain salad, oysters, shrimp, salmon, and vanilla layer cake. Yay, two consecutive days of cake, my favorite dessert!

Im too full to eat dinner tonight, but I make Sally the go-to meal that kids, and parents, love: pasta with butter and Parmesan cheese. I sneak a few bites.

Monday, February 6 Coffee ritual Grind. Brew. Repeat.

On my way to work, I stop by Pret a Manger for a Southwestern egg-white wrap, and after catching up on emails, I head out late morning to visit a few Joe shops. I have a taste of our house coffee at our Union Square shop on 13th Street between 5th Avenue and University Place, then I continue onto the West Village for a straight shot of espresso at our Waverly Place shop, the original Joe. The shop always feel like coming home to me.

Sallys favorite weekend hobby is playing store I pay her a $1 an hour and shell bus tables, give them refills on their water, wash dishes. Shes very proud of Joe and feels like she has ownership.

Lunch today is broiled chicken with sweet potatoes and roasted cauliflower from Whole Foods I do my best to keep my diet lean and clean during the week, and Whole Foods has so many tasty but healthy to-go options.

Sally has a doctors appointment in Park Slope, the last appointment of the day, and we are both famished when we arrive. I think I may be the only person in the history of the world to order ramen delivered to a doctors office, but I do it. Its my first time ordering from Wasan, a Japanese restaurant on Bergen Street, but we will definitely add it to our list of delivery go-tos.

Tuesday, February 7 Coffee routine, of course.

Lunch from Whole Foods again: braised chicken, steamed broccoli, and some arugula.

I realize I havent been cooking as much as I should lately, so for dinner I make Sally some broiled salmon with soy sauce, maple syrup, garlic, and sesame oil, plus Brussels sprouts and mashed potatoes. Its one of her favorite meals and we both feel good about eating it.

My family situation is unique because Im a single father by choice. Im a gay dad who had a baby by surrogate, and I try to make our lives as normal as I can in a lot of ways, and cooking is a big part of that, especially in New York. My job is demanding and its a demanding time because we just closed on the investment and were expanding a lot and as a parent, I try to get as much quality time with her as I can.

Once she falls asleep, I open a bottle of cabernet and start to binge-watch Difficult People. I fall asleep on the couch soon after.

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