May 9, 2012
Drop Dead Healthy
First sentence: "For the last few months, I've been assembling a list of things I need to do to improve my health."
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Review copy provided by my place of employment.
The thing I love best about A. J. Jacobs is that he's insane enough to try things that normal human beings don't even consider. I mean, really: who would read the entire Encyclopedia Brittanica? Or spend a year living the Bible to the letter? Or going undercover as woman? (Actually, I haven't read that one. Yet.)
Or how about spending two years becoming the healthiest man alive?
If anyone can go from intellectual, indoor-loving couch potato, to a lean, mean machine, it has to be A. J. Jacobs.
He organizes this one roughly chronological -- giving us check-up updates from month 1 to month 25 -- but also by body part. He spends a month on his eyes, his ears, his brain, his fingers, his stomach, his heart, his testicles (yes, you read that right), and right on down to his feet. He's game to try just about everything -- from cave man exercise (and diets!) to going OCD on toxins to BluePrintCleanse, though he didn't go as far as plastic surgery -- there really is no stone he leaves unturned. It's a fascinating way to approach health, but also a trivia-inducing one. If I have become insufferable with "Did you know..." and "I read in Drop Dead Healthy..." statements, it's only because this book is packed with so. much. information. And all of it interesting. It helps, I think, that his books are so readable: he's self-deprecating, but not to the point where it's annoying. He's funny. And his wonderful, long-suffering wife (and adorable boys) play a role as well; he really is devoted to them, and they really are wonderfully tolerant of his insanity.
So, did I learn anything? Yes. There was possibly too much information thrown at me, but some did sink in. Will I incorporate anything I learned in my life? I don't know. Perhaps. Was it an enjoyable way to spend my time? Most definitely.
Oh, and for the record: I think A. J. would be proud that I read this book entirely while on the elliptical at the gym. I hope so, anyway.