How do you review a book about a experiential journalist with far more courage than the average journalist (except the war reporters) and humor? While I am feeling accomplished in getting my children's and my own teeth cleaned once a year, a mammogram every two or three, and counting calories while berating myself for not exercising, Jacobs is immersing himself in his research. While I steer clear of anything that might set off my OCD, Jacob's feeds it. Terrifying.

Like his Year of Living Biblically, Jacob's does research then seeks out professionals to explain different theories relating to health. He then tries these different forms of exercise, diets, or enhancements much to the reader's glee and entertainment. The author experiments for two years. At least, that's all he covers in his book, although if he truly is OCD, it is still continuing. He goes through different facets of health each month, adding to his repertoire of healthy habits; heart, eyes, stomach, butt, ears, endocrine system, immune system, adrenal gland, brain, teeth, lungs, skin, genitals, gonads (not the same as genitals, apparently), sleep, etc.

Jacobs does what might make the rest of us uncomfortable, again much to my glee. He wears sound cancelling earphones 10 hours a day, runs barefoot, pretends to be a caveman, gets a colonoscopy, sees a proctologist, tries pole dancing, acupuncture, gets a personal trainer, tries multiple diets and allows his crazy aunt Marti to critique his abode. I find his wife, Julie, to be absolutely enchanting, by the way.

I stayed up too late at night reading this book, got kicked out of bed by my husband for laughing out loud, and ate Pita chips and Easter candy while reading about his experience with Clomid. It was a lot like fun.