you are what you eat

My trainer, John, is married to a gorgeous ex-model who knows how to cook, which might be why John talks more about food than almost anyone I've ever met. "She made a roast chicken stuffed with lots of garlic last night, and it was awesome," he told me. "So I'm rather pungent today."

He was. He reeked of garlic. It wafted from his pores and through the air to where I stood about a foot away from him. Weight machines clanked all around. "It was so good," he continued, "that I said, 'Screw my cl...