I believe the number one New Year’s resolution for most people has to do with their weight. I know I have a spare, um, person clinging to me but I also know that diets don’t work. Neither does
But experiments do.
It started innocently enough. My
crazy brother completed his third iron man last November. He did it in under 12 hours. That’s swimming 2.6 miles, biking 126 miles and jogging 26.2 miles in under 12 hours. (I’m proud of you Jim!)
I could probably do that if say a T-Rex was chasing me or a bear (my brother lives in Alaska so this is possible). But I’m more than likely to trip someone who is annoying me so the T-Rex stops for a meal and I can rest. Because, if you’ve read my Redaction novels you know that it isn’t the strongest or the smartest who survive but the one best able to adapt. And I’m good at using what I have at hand to my advantage.
Um, Jim tells me I’ve waived my 5th amendment right against self-incrimination by announcing my intentions. (He’s a lawyer so he knows these things) But, I figure if there’s a T-Rex running about the police have bigger problems than me tripping someone accidentally on purpose.
I can convince myself of anything. Take the time when…
Oh, weight, I mean wait a minute. Apparently my brother’s uber extraordinary performance brought up some latent competitive spirit and I got to thinking about doing a 5K, then how long it would take to clone an adult T-Rex and well, yeah, I pretty much returned to my senses.
But the universe was putting up a bill board and I managed to walk right into it. Okay it was Christmas eve at my nephew’s house who is a personal trainer. He’s a big believer in Gary Taubes’s book, Good Calories, Bad Calories. And is a proponent of believing insulin is the greatest cause of every civilized disease with sugar and wheat being the main culprits.
Now I know my history. The last 2 miracle bullet, cure-alls were mercury and arsenic. Given that death is a side effect, I wasn’t quite ready to jump on the insulin-as-the-root-of all evil bandwagon, especially as I know insulin is required to say, um, live. I’ve also pursued the wheat belly book and then looked back at old family photos. Since my grandmother was overweight in the 1940s (long before the wheat modification took effect) I didn’t buy this one either.
Still, I apparently had that lingering competition impetus in my blood stream and I decided that I would read the book. My nephew warned me that it was like a textbook. I wish he would have warned me about the ad naseum repetition (that bordered on ‘drink the kool aid’ mind control) and the snarky asides (in case you missed the bludgeoning). And that’s just the first 80 pages of the 460. Well I read it all. And there’s a couple times where Dr. Taubes contradicts himself and where from what I remember reading of the studies quoted I arrived at a different conclusion (but I was looking for something else).
Still, the ideas presented had merit. And I’m not just saying this because it also fed into a joyful conspiracy theory that would make a really great fictional book. In a nutshell, this is the science behind the Atkins diet, why it works and why many professional journals tell you that a high fat/high protein diet doesn’t.
So come February I’ll be trying it. Why not now? Because I got lots of chocolate in my Christmas stocking, I have a six pack of caffeine free Pepsi (Sorry, but this month I’m giving up the caffeine and saying adios to my buddy Dr. Pepper—that’s more than enough for 31 days), and I have a stock pile of sugar cookies in my freezer.
And don’t believe my subconscious which is saying I’m trying to outlast my competitive streak.