Casey Stancell

Kara Swisher says I have a male eating disorder. She's closer to right than she knows. There is a decade of my life where I didn't take any pictures of myself because I was overweight, unhealthy, and sad. That version of me ate his feelings and self-destructed. No one called that version sick. The obsessive measurement didn't create the disorder. It was the treatment for one that already existed. My internal signals were so broken I couldn't trust them. I needed external data to find my way back. I had to rebuild from scratch. Kara says this is body dysmorphia cosplaying as science. I'd say it's what happens when a person loses the plot so completely that the only way home is through the numbers. I publish it all. Including the failures, embarrassment, and the erection data, because hiding is what created the disorder. She can call it a circus, repellent, or eating disorder. You cannot call it hiding.

The closest thing we have to a fountain of youth is weight training. Every decade after 30 you lose 3-8% of muscle mass. This rate accelerates after 60. While everyone thinks muscle is for looking great naked it’s really metabolic armor. It regulates blood sugar while protecting your joints and bone density. The coolest part? Muscles pump out these things called myokines. These are molecules you release during strength training that have been shown to reduce inflammation, slow cellular aging and improve brain function. One of those myokines is called irisin. It crosses the blood brain barrier and has been shown to protect against cognitive decline. Your muscles are literally sending medicine to your brain every time your lift. This is on top of keeping you functional, your skin healthy, and being more good looking. If you’re looking for the fountain of youth look no further than the weight room section of the gym.

Men only want one thing and it’s Benito Mussolini’s personal gym the ‘Palestra del Duce’

Peter Thiel says the left is “Low Testosterone”

🏡Holy crap! Check out Rick Jackson’s humble little starter palace here in Georgia—complete with enough manicured acres to make Versailles blush. That’s one hell of a spread to be lounging around in after his Jackson Healthcare crew raked in nearly a billion dollars from Georgia taxpayers on those sweet, no-bid COVID contracts. But hey, he swore he donated every last penny back to charity… must’ve been one hell of a generous “charity” that still left him sitting pretty in this 47,000-square-foot monument to Georgia taxpayer-funded success.