I had never been in an ambulance before -- on ice-encrusted back roads hurtling through a storm. In my flimsy flowered robe and thin slippers, with two young men frantically adjusting tubes and trying unsuccessfully to soothe me.
Then the air fills with oxygen and the punch in the gut goes away and the elevator stops falling, just like that. Two seconds. And you smile back at him -- a big dazzling smile -- and you ask him how his bike trip was in Barcelona.
The medical bills are still coming in. My credit card is worn out and my savings are nearly gone. But I feel better. I gave Angie a bath last night. I washed her hair, helped her brush her teeth and tucked her into bed. And that is worth every single penny.
It is everywhere: "Strong Is the New Skinny." We plaster it on anything we can. We repeat it in our heads before workouts, before meals, before bed. It is the newest female mantra. And I hate it.
Ask those who have achieved a ripe old age how they account for their longevity and you get amusing if not instructive answers.
It's often not about a lack of willpower or laziness or failure to be motivated. What I see more is something heavier: that story that tells someone she is not worthy of health or fitness, that she will never be good enough.
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It wasn't pretty, but despite the fact that myasthenia gravis still choruses through my veins, I ran that marathon standing up. And who joined me for the last three miles, running alongside me? My husband, the quiet force beside me who helped me get up and dance again and run again.
The methods I employ to achieve my goals are quite simple. I have them, I set them, but then I let them go and just do the next thing, showing up as fully as I can with who I am, wherever I am and in whatever I am doing.
I have gone from less than 5 percent heart function almost 12 years ago to normal heart function today. I am living well after being told I had 4.5-5 years to live. Please listen to your body and find a doctor that will listen. Going to the ER that day saved my life.
It had taken nearly 18 months from the day I noticed my first symptom to get to that exam room. I suppose in the back of my mind, I always suspected or maybe even knew it was ALS.
In a previous post, I shared my story and gave advice on how you can actually start loving your workouts, make them count, stay motivated, and squash excuses. Now for the other half of the equation: Fueling your body with clean, whole foods! This is just as important as exercising.
Having recently gained 35 pounds when pregnant with my second daughter, I was left with 20 to lose upon returning home from the hospital and a closet full of non-maternity clothing that didn't fit. It wasn't easy, but I lost it all in about two months -- no starving and no gimmicks.
I've gone and reinvented myself. Again. But this time around, the new version of me doesn't have a new pen name. What I have done is lose more than 55 pounds over the past seven months.
I don't know how things are going to go for me for the rest of my life. All I know is that the last month of my life has been the best I've felt in years. I'm not saying this works for everyone, I just know it worked for me.
I'm not perfect, but what's wonderful about eating a plant-based diet is, I don't have to be. What has happened over the years is that feeling good has become its own addiction. I like it. I want to feel even better.