Once question remained: Was I the guy on the Westview track that afternoon? In every picture it was a woman. The time frame of my weight loss story does not fit with the original. I write a lot; that would be very strange if it was about me. Here is my answer.
If you have a clearly identified passion that already fits well with the rest of your life, grit seems likely to work in your favor. For the rest of us, though, the answer is less clear. We may first need to spend some time understanding our own definition of success.
Obesity is, in many ways that matter most, analogous to drowning.Individuals can, and for the most part should, learn to "swim" through our obesogenic culture. But those swimming lessons need to be accessible, affordable, applicable and actionable.
Alzheimer's is a formidable foe. But our research is leading to a better understanding of Alzheimer's and ultimately, to protocols to add longevity to brain performance in brain disease, health or injury. And that is news worth making noise about.
If thinking of cerebral palsy makes you think of someone sad or helpless, then watch this talk and let comedian Maysoon Zayid blow your mind. She's fierce, she's funny, and she refuses to let you feel sorry for her.
Brynner died from cancer. Hoffman from addiction. Both are considered diseases by all the major medical associations in the world. Yet only addiction carries a stigma and moral condemnation by a large swath of the public.
Not a day goes by that I don't look for him in other people's faces. Not a day goes by that I don't grasp to hold the memories together. Not a day goes by that I don't try to hear his voice again so that I won't lose it. Not a day goes by that I don't try to question him for the answers to my doubts.
It's easy to look at a one big, notable experience and say that event changed my life. Yet, when I take some time to ponder my life changing moments, they are not big and notable, but small and simple.
It seems that even fit actors, musicians, and starlets fall prey to the harsh lens of the tabloids and paparazzi.
A community of love will help NICU families become the best advocates, nurturers and champions for their precious babies.
I'm obsessed with tracking. I have numerous tools for tracking metrics, hours, and even an activity tracker for my personal life. Oddly enough, I never tracked my daily work routine from waking up to dozing off -- until now. Suitably dubbed, The 6 a.m. Experiment.
It's a special day for me, because I've seen firsthand the ways a kidney transplant can change a person's life -- I was able to donate my left kidney to my husband Bryan in 2012. How many couples get a wedding anniversary and a "transplantiversary?"
While these small businesses are the lifeblood of a vibrant city environment, the food choices that many folks make there can pack on the pounds and shorten their lives.
Dear Cancer: I'm breaking up with you. There are no negotiations that can be made. No argument strong enough, no comeback able to change my mind. This is the end. I'm over you. To be honest, I never liked you in the first place.
If it wasn't for the stigma that is promoted by punitive drug policies, this certainly wouldn't be an issue. Why isn't naloxone made as available as an epi-pen or other common antidote? The answer is misguided moralistic judgment and ignorance about the true nature of addictive illness.
Kidney disease often develops slowly with few outward symptoms, so many people don't realize they have it until the disease is advanced. Awareness, especially for those at risk, is the first step to preventing or slowing the progression of kidney disease.
I left Memphis, my heart brimming with admiration for Danny Thomas and the vision he brought to life. You simply must know about St. Jude. As I say, the place is nothing short of one of our national treasures.
Lying before us was a man who had willingly decided that, upon his passing, his body be donated to science. That decision brought with it such powerful consequences that it affected not only the education of medical students but also the lives of the countless patients we would one day treat.
Why have we made exercising -- at least the way we do it in the places that have come to be known as "health clubs" -- such an awful experience? It's a question I had time to mull recently on my 14-hour plane ride back from Seoul, where I was for the launch of HuffPost Korea. While I was there I was amazed at their practice of Kouksundo -- a practice that combines meditation, breathing and martial arts and has been shown to boost productivity and reduce anxiety and stress -- which is so different from how we approach fitness in America's temples of physical well-being, populated by people who often seem miserable, joylessly going through the strenuous motions so they can check off the exercise box on that day's to-do list and get the heck out of there. If we're going to redefine success to include well-being, we also need to redefine getting in shape to include mental and soul fitness.