I was once going down that path. Maybe I will again. Who knows?
When I was a kid I used to skip school, hide behind my house until my parents left, and then go off to play chess with John Nash.
Given the power of social media and how the health and fitness industry has flourished through accounts and feeds, it is easy to miss out on some of the positive and valuable changes that the pursuit of health has given us.
Happiness is not a rush of positive emotion elicited by random events that affirm the way you think something should go. Not sustainable happiness, anyway.
The thing about the wars against ourselves is that winning isn’t succeeding, but surrendering.
You LOVE dairy. You love it so much you just want to shout it from the rooftops, proclaim your affection to any stranger you see.
There’s a lot of confusion about the difference between being athletic and being thin.
“You dress well,” my date started to say during our obligatory post-sex cuddle talk, “you hide your shape well.” Uh, thanks?
If you’re able to read this from the comfort of your bed, desk, office, or significant other’s living room and not in a hospital bed undergoing respiratory medical care in South Korea, then you probably won’t die of, or even contract, MERS.
It might come to shock to you, but what we eat, underwent a profound and irrevocable change in the 1960s.