Apparently the universe decided my next hobby should be taking care of my health. I wasn’t consulted. I would have preferred something more enjoyable, like redecorating a room, buying another unnecessary but beautiful object, or raising Bengal cats who judge me from high places. But no. Instead, here I am having deep philosophical conversations with an apple and peanut butter toast. And strangely enough… the toast is winning. Not long ago, I was the girl who could demolish a Costco apple pie and walk away without gaining an ounce. Today I took a few bites of an apple and peanut butter toast and had to stop because I was full. If that doesn’t tell you something strange is happening, I don’t know what does. Lately my life has included words I never thought I’d say out loud: health journey. It sounds very inspirational when other people say it. When it