Sometimes, when no one is looking, I run up stairs on all fours. I call it Beast Mode. I walk slightly too fast for automatic doors. I believe in Jesus. The gym is my sanctuary, and the side-effects aren't bad, either. I either eat like a supermodel with a photo shoot tomorrow, or the guy about to take first in an eating competition. There is not a lot of in between. There should be a calorie refund for stuff that didn't taste as good as you'd hoped.