When the Body + Soul team and I discussed my whole-living makeover, the thought of starting meditation terrified me. How on earth would I find time to meditate? I'd been working 12-hour days since starting my job here; just maintaining my exercise routine has been a struggle. Believe it or not, they said, taking time to meditate can actually make you more efficient—not to mention mindful, centered, and less stressed.
To kick off my practice, I met with Tracy Gaudet, M.D., director of the Duke Center for Integrative Medicine in Durham, North Carolina. She was warm and encouraging and made me feel instantly comfortable. I left Duke with an arsenal of meditation CDs and breathing techniques to use as "minimeditations."
For the next two weeks, though, every time I sat down to meditate, I couldn't seem to clear my head of thoughts—the business calls I didn't get to, what I should cover on my next radio show, you name it. Within a few minutes I'd lose focus and give up.
The next week, however, I was stuck in a tortuously slow-moving line at the Los Angeles airport. I grew increasingly frustrated as my flight time neared but thought about the breathing techniques I'd learned at Duke. I closed my eyes, took several deep breaths, and when I opened them, the stress seemed to have evaporated. I was relaxed as I boarded the plane.
The following week I took a two-hour seminar with Sharon Salzberg, a renowned meditation teacher. No matter how long you've been practicing, she said, thoughts will come and go; you just need to accept them, let them go, and start over. This was a revelation for me. I'd been focusing on the goal of meditation—clearing the mind—not the process.
"I wish I could meditate lying down," I told Sharon during a one-on-one session a few days later. There are several ways to meditate, she said: sitting, standing, lying down, or even walking. This got us talking about my experience as a competitive swimmer. Every week, the coach would guide the team through a visualization exercise. After having us lie down on a towel, he would take us slowly through all our muscles, head to toe, and then have us see the upcoming race in our mind's eye.
"In a way," I told her, "we were doing a kind of meditation." She nodded and said we were doing a "body sweep"—a technique that makes you aware of the sensations your body is feeling during meditation.
That night I did a few minutes of meditation, focusing on my breath. Thoughts entered my mind, but I cleared my mind and started over. Then I did a body sweep, starting with my head and ending with my toes. I fell into one of the best night's sleep I'd had in months.
I'll certainly never be a meditation master, but I now realize that even a few minutes here and there can help me clear my head. When it feels like nothing is happening, I remind myself that at least I'm practicing mindfulness. Did that just come out of my mouth—"mindfulness"? I must be learning something.



