I visited my doctor for an annual physical shortly after starting Hatha yoga. After reviewing my blood work and other vitals, “I want you to start taking these for your high cholesterol and these for your blood pressure,” he said, placing a box of pills in my hand. I really didn’t want to start taking a bunch of pills. “Your father died of heart disease. It’s in the genes. Take the pills!” he bluntly counseled. The next day at yoga I decided to increase my practice from three to four times a week. Six months later, back in the doctor’s office he announced, “Good news, medication is working! Everything is perfect!” “Better news,” I told him, “I’m not taking the meds!” He asked if I had changed my diet as he looked back and forth from my old blood work to my new blood work. I had already adjusted my diet years earlier. “Hatha yoga,” I told him. “Is that the hot yoga?” he winced, looking slightly dejected. “Keep doing it,” he grumbled.