Tag Archive: vitality

News Media

Treat Media Consumption Just Like Binge Eating

A few months ago, as I was wrapping up the next day's work preparations and shutting down my electronics for the evening, I noticed a new email in my inbox. It was a New York Times News Alert informing me that Osama bin Laden had been killed. The brief email offered few details but informed me that President Obama would be appearing on TV imminently with an announcement. Compelled, I clicked the link to the promised live-video stream and waited, looking at a placeholder screen and this message:A few months ago, as I was wrapping up the next day's work preparations and shutting down my electronics for the evening, I noticed a new email in my inbox. It was a New York Times News Alert informing me that Osama bin Laden had been killed. The brief email offered few details but informed me that President Obama would be appearing on TV imminently with an announcement. Compelled, I clicked the link to the promised live-video stream and waited, looking at a placeholder screen and this message:

Doctors and Pills

The Critical Thing Your Doctor Probably Doesn’t Know – But Needs To

From time to time, pain grips Anna’s belly so severely that she has to excuse herself, hide in the bathroom, double over on the toilet, and dab herself with lavender oil to try to keep from puking. The first time it happened, she called her best friend, who took her to the emergency room, where they poked, prodded, scanned, and examined Anna, only to dose her up with morphine, shrug their shoulders, and send her home with Vicodin and a referral to a gastroenterologist.

The Hormone Cure by Sarah Gottfied

Interview with Dr Sara Gottfried, Author of the
Newly Released The Hormone Cure

Q. You’re not the usual OB/GYN, yet you were educated at MIT, Harvard Medical School, and are a board-certified gynecologist. What made you go rogue? A. It’s in my genes to go rogue – my great-grandmother was a radical whole foodist and yogini, decades before there was a yoga studio on every street corner. She would show up at our home in Annapolis, Maryland, not with gum or Barbies like my friend’s grandmothers, but with kale and carob/wheatberry cookies. She drank hot water with lemon and extolled the virtues of fish oil to me at the breakfast table, when I was… 5. But it wasn’t until I was in my 30s that I understood her legacy.