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How a Harry Potter-themed "virtual race" got me off my ass IRL

My mind was blown. How in the hell could a running club or a race be virtual? I looked into it a little more (let's be real…I Googled the term "virtual race") and was astounded at how many I found, and absolutely gobsmacked at how many of them had amazingly geeky themes.

This was the perfect combination of external motivation (shiny medals) and appealing to my sense of altruism (some races donated money to cancer research) to get me up off my ass and moving.

How to stay positive through a scary diagnosis

It's so easy to slip into a cycle of hating your body when it's not working properly. It's easy to feel bitter, alone, resentful and just all-around negative and depressed when your body is unhealthy in ways beyond your control, and all of those feelings are completely valid. I've chosen to stay positive and live my life in spite of my diseases, which is totally more easily said than done. Here's how I do it…

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Sleep hygiene: protecting your sleep and your sanity during an information war

A friend mentioned that in order to combat her news-triggered anxiety, she was focusing on creating nighttime and morning routines to help protect her time in bed as precious and not to be fucked with. Basically, she's making rituals to protect the sacred space of FUCKING SLEEPING.

This is what's known as "sleep hygiene," and of course it's important all the time… but maybe extra important during times like these, when the cultural anxiety is through the roof. You can't get shit done if you're exhausted. Sleep is crucial.

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Condoms and coercion: a gynecologist searches for good, clean fun

…I was having casual sex, of course I was using condoms, that’s just what one does. Right?

I mean, while it was always my intention to use one, in all honesty, a condom did not always make its way onto a penis prior to its arrival in my vagina.

So, what’s wrong with me? I am a gynecologist! I have a Master’s degree in public health. If ANYONE knows better, it’s me…

It's not "ruining a diet," it's called "living life"

To tell people who are so committed to a part of their lives that it could be in jeopardy from a single hot dog (or an entire plate full of them) is ridiculous. And it's part of what is wrong with the "diet culture" in our society. It's not a fucking diet. It's just life…