Friday, August 24, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
'Obesity paradox:' High BMI linked to better heart outcomes
by Allison Floyd
Published in FierceHealthcare
Contrary to the widely accepted view that a lower BMI yields better health, research shows obesity and a larger waist size are linked to better outcomes in heart failure patients, according to a new UCLA study published online Sunday in the American Journal of Cardiology. While 50 percent to 66 percent of patients with heart failure are obese, the new study shows those patients suffering from advanced heart failure with high BMI were slightly less likely to suffer from adverse effects.
Read more: 'Obesity paradox:' High BMI linked to better heart outcomes - FierceHealthcare http://www.fiercehealthcare.com/story/obesity-paradox-high-bmi-linked-better-heart-outcomes/2012-07-05#ixzz1zr4jx5Ct
Published in FierceHealthcare
Contrary to the widely accepted view that a lower BMI yields better health, research shows obesity and a larger waist size are linked to better outcomes in heart failure patients, according to a new UCLA study published online Sunday in the American Journal of Cardiology. While 50 percent to 66 percent of patients with heart failure are obese, the new study shows those patients suffering from advanced heart failure with high BMI were slightly less likely to suffer from adverse effects.
This phenomenon, known as "the obesity paradox" demonstrates that although obesity increases heart failure, it may also provide some preventative benefits to patients after it has manifested. These benefits include increased muscle mass and levels of serum lipoproteins that act as an anti-inflammatory.
Read more: 'Obesity paradox:' High BMI linked to better heart outcomes - FierceHealthcare http://www.fiercehealthcare.com/story/obesity-paradox-high-bmi-linked-better-heart-outcomes/2012-07-05#ixzz1zr4jx5Ct
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Happy "Happy Day!" Know what I mean?
So my kindergartner is approaching the end of his first year of school. They have to know some basic information to make it out alive: the ABC's, count from 1-100, their address and phone number, etc. One of their tested items is to recite, in order, the days of the week.
So, the wife, being the competitive scholarly type is diligently working with him in the dining room. I, of course, am under no stress because I realize that this common knowledge is innate to the culture and Michael will pick it up eventually anyway. I am positive that my son will not be calendarally-challenged for life. World's ending this year on 12/21 anyway.
In the dining room, Jessica joined in to help with the tutoring. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, (I wish this thing worked like excel - then I could just drag a handle across the page and autofill all the days of the week) Thursday, Friday, Saturday (is that right?). Over and over again. Which probably meant Michelle had them all memorized. My 3-year old is as smart as they come; and a world class manipulator.
Back to the study session. Michael was getting pretty good at reciting the days. Soon he was going all by himself. Then, ever the quizzical introspective child that he is, looked at his tutors and exclaimed, "Saturday? Saturday? Why do they call it Saturday? There is no school on that day. They should call it Happy Day!"
Followed, of course, by Fun Day. Except, you still have to go to church on that day.
So, the wife, being the competitive scholarly type is diligently working with him in the dining room. I, of course, am under no stress because I realize that this common knowledge is innate to the culture and Michael will pick it up eventually anyway. I am positive that my son will not be calendarally-challenged for life. World's ending this year on 12/21 anyway.
In the dining room, Jessica joined in to help with the tutoring. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, (I wish this thing worked like excel - then I could just drag a handle across the page and autofill all the days of the week) Thursday, Friday, Saturday (is that right?). Over and over again. Which probably meant Michelle had them all memorized. My 3-year old is as smart as they come; and a world class manipulator.
Back to the study session. Michael was getting pretty good at reciting the days. Soon he was going all by himself. Then, ever the quizzical introspective child that he is, looked at his tutors and exclaimed, "Saturday? Saturday? Why do they call it Saturday? There is no school on that day. They should call it Happy Day!"
Followed, of course, by Fun Day. Except, you still have to go to church on that day.
Friday, May 4, 2012
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