I'll never forget the day my doctor told me: "Steven, every scoop of ice cream is stealing about 10 minutes of your life, and if you keep going in this direction, your life will end 10 years too early.”
I didn't know what to say. I loved ice cream (still do), but I knew things weren't going in the right direction. My joints hurt, I was hardly moving throughout the day, and I was addicted to making late-night reservations at bad restaurants.
But looking back, it was more than that. I was easily irritated by everyday situations. I was consumed in thoughts about things I could never control. My potential as a human being was slowly slipping away.
As I walked out the door, sort of defeated,
