I celebrated right after my photo shoot with a burger and two frozen custards . It was raining. And I was struck by how only one person was around to share that moment with me. I was supposed to be celebrating some kind of triumph, a really special once-in-a-lifetime physical and personal achievement. But nobody from Greatist really wanted to hang out with me. None of my best friends wanted to be around the six-pack me. I ate the frozen treats with one hand while holding an umbrella in the other and talked with a buddy about a personal relationship that just ended. Then I went home alone, and for three hours I felt sicker than I thought possible.