This is our bookshelf. Well, it's his bookshelf...although it sits in the middle of our living room. It's sparse shelves are filled with page after page of various nonsense that he continues to buy into. Honestly, I don't get it. And I've tried, believe me. But there aren't any stories in these books - there are only little sayings, or bits of theories that I can hardly understand and most of the time just put me to sleep. But he loves them, and that's exactly where he got his idea to evolve from just simply the Four Hour Body to the Paleo. At least, he tells me, there's fruit involved. What there isn't, is a cheat day.
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