Improving food labels, as planned by the USFDA and much in the news over the past week or so, is a welcome thing. But I do think we have cause to wonder if all the fanfare and media hype are really warranted. When all is said and done, what improvements are in the works, and how much will they really matter?
I discussed with my husband, and we decided to book a trip to New Hampshire to one of those really old hotels (think The Shining without the murders). I figured what better place to unplug than a hotel that had people visiting quite happily and tech-free for almost 125 years.
I had trouble moving past the experience and could not immediately feel the sense of relief that I should have felt. Instead, I was focused on the fact that while this time I was fortunate, and it was in fact "nothing," I know that the reality is that one day there will be something.
I'd gotten a job in finance in my early 20s, and the next thing I knew, I was 36 years old and on a career trajectory not of my choosing. Yes, I was succeeding, but at what cost?
Every one of us is unique, each with a different genetic makeup, history, taste preferences and relationship to food. Having spoken to many women over the years who manage their weight without a lot of struggle, I've concluded that beyond the basics of "eat less, move more," the specifics of what works for you may be very different for what works for me.
Prescription drug abuse is a serious problem in the U.S., and there is much more we can do to address and prevent it. Chronic pain is serious too, and prohibiting access to much-needed treatment is not the answer to either problem.
Now Carson and Aaron's brother Brian are able to support each other. "It's really nice for me to have someone who understands what I'm going through, where I don't have to explain why I'm sad," she says.
I am by nature an optimist. I am strong. I usually keep the sadness of myself to myself. I tell you that I'm not terminal and that I believe a cure will be found in time. I so want that to be true. I have Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer.
Patty was a wonderful stepmom. Sweet and kind, she treated my sister and me like we were her very own. She worked for the airlines and often had a crazy, upside-down schedule, yet she never failed to be a loving force for good.
When I was single I experimented a great deal to see what really worked in getting and keeping a guy.
Your life should not depend on your ability to understand the doctor's written instructions. Simply not having a Spanish-speaking health care provider answering critical care questions can mean a patient will suffer and likely die. This is a problem getting bigger every day.
Over the past year I've started to take control of my own health. I've been going to yoga three times a week, eating healthier, making juice every morning and figuring out like-minded alternatives to living a better lifestyle with an immune deficiency.
I got diabetes in February 1972 when I was 18 years old. I'm now 60. I've had diabetes more than four decades, more than two-thirds of my life. I have no memory of what life was like before "staying between the lines."
As my countdown to vacation crept closer and closer, I got a little scared -- how could I continue my newfound healthy eating habits in a city that for me holds all manner of delectable culinary sins?The answers turned out to be simple, and despite the fact that I have been largely ignoring my scale over the past month or two, I actually lost weight while I was in London.
When a stranger gives you a dirty look because your child is upset in the supermarket, you might dissolve in shame, or you might confront the dirty-look perpetrator. But neither response is right. If your child is upset, he needs and deserves your attention more than that stranger.
Perhaps there's no greater freedom than to live life with a healthy relationship with death. That healthy relationship allows you embracing each moment, realizing that we are not promised tomorrow. This good relationship with death has been given to me by the funeral profession.
In order for us to continue to advance in the workplace and home, we must literally and figuratively remove the airbrushed media images of female success and tame our own unrealistic expectations for ourselves.
By the time I acknowledged my defeat, I had two choices. I could continue on the road I was on, unwilling to accept help, eventually ending with death, or I could accept help, admitting I was powerless over alcohol and begin a road of recovery. I chose the latter.
The crisis in American healthcare today is the ascendance of chronic conditions, which can't be fixed with a pill or procedure. We are seeing a transition from predominantly biological, physiological, and microbial origins of disease to diseases caused by social and environmental conditions.