Because Laughter is the Best Medicine

Lauren and I have arrived in an undisclosed location on the East Coast with one mission: to get well. "Are you sick?" you may ask. No, we are not. Confused? To be honest, so were we. I consider myself to be a healthy, active person. And yet not a day goes by that I don't receive bits of advice, often contradictory, that subtly imply that my life choices will result in me falling into a heap of distress and disease before I hit 30. (Example: "You still eat wheat? But wheat is poison!") Never mind that health trends are propelled in and out of the limelight faster than a cheetah strapped to a jet pack.

Typically I just roll my eyes. I've never smoked. I workout. I eat an unholy amount of spinach. So I never bother with these new-fangled ideas. (Yes, sometimes I'm like a crotchety old man from the Victorian era.) But then Lauren and I came up with the project. A three-day DIY wellness retreat, where we would unscientifically test fitness, diet, and beauty trends day and night. We would jump on the wellness bandwagon. We would run barefoot. We would drink coconut water. And we would blog about the disasters results.

Our retreat is divided into three themes (guess which one we're looking forward to the least):
Day One: Artsiness as Wellness
Day Two: Boot Camp
Day Three: Spa Day

And we have two rules.
1. Everything is DIY. That means no personal trainers, fancy gyms, or fitness classes. We don't actually get to go to a real spa.

2. Safety first. We will not be taking strange herbal supplements. We will pay attention to aches, pains, mental collapse, etc. as we put our bodies through the ringer.

Oh, and there is one last thing. We're not doing a juice cleanse. We know it's the biggest trend out there right now, but it doesn't mesh well with multi-hour workouts. (And call me crazy, but here is my logic on juice cleanses: Mother Nature opted to give me teeth. My teeth are useless for defending against a yeti attacks. Ergo, they are meant for chewing. Thus, I chew.)

So stay tuned for additional posts, as we go through hell to get well. Because if there's one theory we subscribe to, it's that laughter is the best medicine.

(You can also check out Lauren's blog, Just My Mazel, to continue reading about our reluctant road to wellness.)