Even against the balmy London nights, I find myself foregoing a cold evening shower for a momentarily comforting warm one. And by warm, I mean hot. A fact I find myself embarrassed to admit until now.

(CNN) — It’s a Sunday evening, but your work for the week is already cut out for you. You throw your bedsheets in the wash, oil your scalp, smear on a clay mask, dry brush your legs and pour the ...