Tag: health

Blame it on the job market, the pollen, or the Internet. Heck, blame it on the weather. It’s hard to get a good night’s sleep in Atlanta.

This being the land of Chick-fil-A and Coca-Cola, it’s no wonder that more than a quarter of Georgians are clinically obese, making us the seventeenth-most-obese state in the country.

Anyone who drives during rush hour in metro Atlanta knows why stress is a problem here. Our 30.8-minute average commute is the fourth-worst in the nation, according to the U.S. Census.

By the time metro Atlanta is covered in yellow pine pollen each year, many residents are a sneezing, red-eyed, sniffling mess. There are three distinct pollen-growing seasons every spring: pine and oak in March and April, other trees in early May, and grass from mid-May through the end of June.

Take a look at how Buckhead fitness newcomer Witzlib measures up against its neighbor and rising heavyweight BLAST900.

I have always believed that I died when I was seven years old.

Riding my bike around our Sandy Springs neighborhood one May afternoon, I made a sharp right turn without looking and rode straight into the back of a parked pickup truck. At first, everyone thought I was fine, including a doctor who lived down the street.

Maybe James Kinsey swerved to avoid an animal. Maybe his cell phone rang. Maybe, as the investigating officer suspected, he dozed off at the wheel on Old Fountain Road, just a half mile from his home in Dacula, after a long night shift. Whatever the cause, his Chevy Aveo crossed into an oncoming lane and was struck by another car. Too tall for the Chevy’s tiny cabin, the six-foot-one Gulf War veteran smashed his head against the door frame. The seat belt saved his life.

Jeremy had gone hunting, so two days after Christmas, Brandy Green rose late to make breakfast alone. She and Jeremy lived in a small, white-brick ranch house near Brandy’s parents in Ellijay. Together six years, married three, they were having trouble getting pregnant and Brandy had started fertility treatments. She thought about this as the coffee brewed.

Breast cancer was just Yolanda Mitchell’s first bad news. A decade ago at age thirty, the part-time model and boutique owner endured a mastectomy and monstrous doses of chemotherapy and radiation.“It’s been all downhill from there,” says the surprisingly cheerful Mitchell, as she ticks off a laundry list of the procedures and diagnoses she began to face.

The latest and most ab-assaulting workout to arrive in Atlanta is Lift, an exercise class built around the ballet barre. Run by UGA alum Lindsey Daughters and operated out of Buckhead's sleek Terminus Club, Lift derives its moves from Pilates, yoga, and ballet to yield the most refined core workout in town.