Drop dead healthy one man's humble quest for bodily perfection

Jacobs spends a year or so trying out a bunch of different health fads as a means of becoming the “healthiest man alive.” He's a funny/talented writer, so I enjoyed his somewhat sardonic (but never mean) retelling of meeting with the experts and gurus of each fad and actually diving into their merit scientifically. That being said, the whole book is ridden with diet culture, and made me think, what's the point here? Jacobs more or less comes to a similar conclusion – that all of this stuff is time-sucking and can be contradictory and like his aunt, death is coming for us all anyways, and not always in ripe old age, often regardless of how we live. There are some “healthy” things we can do to improve our lives slightly, but the key is the word “slightly,” and a quest for bodily perfection is a doomed one.