Epigenetics is the last thing on your mind when you wake up to the grief of killing everything

We’re on Day Nine of the Forty Days of Abstinence we’ve set ourselves and I promised to write about the non-ideal nature of this particular beast. It’s been more like opening to feel what is deeply painful and unpleasant than the promised experience of glowing cheeks, sweet, sweet sleep, svelteness, and sex life. I’ll leave the latter to a later post — suffice to say I’m lucky — but I’m as restless as ever for the first hours of the night, and I haven’t dropped a pound since shelving pints and…