by Jonas Barnes It’s a new year and a new decade, readers. I’ve given you a full week to get settled, and now I’m here to set you straight. If you’re a gym goer, you’ve surely already noticed that this week is a short breathed, sweaty hellscape of newly resolution-driven

I didn’t grow up with religion so I’m easily impressed by inconvenient rituals, and exercises in deprivation that make me feel vaguely smug. I’ve always been susceptible to cults like political campaigns, yoga, (tantric sex), retreats & extreme diets. Anything to fill the void. I recently started the keto diet. For the