The Clock That Heals It wasn’t hunger that woke him – it was rhythm. He began rising earlier. Not because of discipline or a new alarm, but because his body started syncing with something deeper. He had changed what he ate, but now it was time to change when he ate it. And it began...
My Gut Garden Begins to Bloom There was a time when he thought of nutrition purely in terms of macros. Just as he learned: protein to rebuild, carbs to fuel, fats to balance hormones. But now, after clearing out his pantry, his mindset had shifted. Food wasn’t fuel. It was fertilizer – for the invisible...
The Enemies in My Pantry For someone who had competed in triathlon races, he wasn’t expecting to lose a battle to a granola bar. But there it was – half-eaten on the kitchen counter, smug in its plastic wrapping, listing ingredients that barely sounded like food: glucose-fructose syrup, “natural flavor,” soy isolate, sunflower oil, emulsifiers,...
Would You Swallow That to Live Longer? He had done strange things before. Fasted for 3 days. Ran a 42K with nothing but water and salt on a 400m track. But then he was only 17. Participated in over a hundred fecal transplants. But this was different. This time, the recipient wasn’t sick. This time,...
