I grew up in California, where wellness was a kind of civic religion—and, among my friends, a reliable source of jokes. Evian and fat-free frozen yogurt were frequent punch lines; crystals were inherently funny (still are). Yet beneath all that eye-rolling, I absorbed one idea almost without noticing: The choices we make each day—what we eat, how we move—shape how well we live. That belief seems almost quaint now. Today, the line between wellness and medicine is…
Editor’s Letter: Inside Robb Report’s First Wellness Issue
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