Well this blog fell off fast...
Because your eating too many calorie replete, micro-nutrient deplete meals. I've been pushing around a post in my head about micro-nutrients but for now this brief primer will have to do.
ASIDE: As I move on with these posts I'll rarely be posting links to sources of my ideas. Much of this is accumulated knowledge from things I've read in the past, with some added synthesis and insight. Hopefully, I'll establish enough credit (or have it already) with my readership that the posts will be believable. If your a massively overweight and don't know why, then you can take it on pretty good authority that I know what I'm talking about. If you've got a Ph D in evolutionary microbiology then you can probably poke a hole or two in some of this.
Anyway, people tend to focus too much on macro nutrients and total caloric load. While a good macro nutrient ratio and calorie deficit is implicit to losing weigh, in the end it can sometimes be hard to reach satiety. Personally, when I'm losing weight I aim to do the following things.
-Keep as high a calorie deficit as possible
-Attain satiation
-Meet ALL MICRO nutrient needs
For newcomers it can be hard to do all of these things at once. The key to solving this dilemna is to use nutrient dense foods. Nutrient dense foods offer more of the proverbial bang for your buck (as well as the literal economic value of buying less food). These foods have a large amount of nutrients available for a relatively small "caloric penalty".
So nutrient dense food swill meet criteria 1 and criteria 3. But how does nutrient density increase satiety. I thought you'd never ask. The purpose of eating is to feed not our bodies, but our individual cells. Every cell in your body has nutritional needs that go behind simply fat and protein. Cells need different compounds including metals, hormones, and vitamins and minerals. When we eat nutritionally barren foods our cells needs are not totally met. Therefore the brain tells us we are still hungry (not sated). This is PART of the reason why you can eat 2500 calories worth of donuts or pizza, and still feel hungry in a few minutes. Your body is receiving the calories it needs, but it's not receiving all the adequate micronutrients.
So how do I avoid this problem? I have two strategies: I make sure every piece of food I eat has a specific nutritional role in my diet, and I make sure to include as many nutrient dense foods as possible.
Today for breakfast I had 2 eggs, at lunch I had an arugula spinach salad with onions and 3 hardboiled eggs, and for dinner I had about 4 ounces of grass fed ground beef with a baked sweet potato and 1.5 Tbs' of butter.
Each item I ate today served a specific role. The eggs are full of fat, cholesterol, and protein, as well as being great sources of choline, Vitamin A, and other nutrients. The salad covered all my leafy green needs for the day (the benefits of leafy greens being well known). And the potato, beef, and butter were a perfect compliment to complete the day.
However, I realized that I wasn't eating that many calories (13-1400) today, so i decided to reinforce my dinner with a small piece (1 oz) of beef liver. Liver is a nutritional powerhouse capable of providing many trace minerals, vitamins, and cofactors. By reinforcing my dinner with nutrient dense foods I am able to fool my body into thinking I am full, and thereby reduce my caloric load, therefore meeting all three of my dieting criteria.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Why Your Fat
Because you ate:
-An onion bagel with low-fat cream cheese
-Tropicana 100% Natural Orange Juice
-a coffee with 4 tsps of sugar for breakfast.
Instead of:
-Bacon
-Eggs
-Butter
Your holier than thou "I had a healthy breakfast so fuck you," attitude, certainly didn't help either.
Fight the Standard American Diet (SAD)
-An onion bagel with low-fat cream cheese
-Tropicana 100% Natural Orange Juice
-a coffee with 4 tsps of sugar for breakfast.
Instead of:
-Bacon
-Eggs
-Butter
Your holier than thou "I had a healthy breakfast so fuck you," attitude, certainly didn't help either.
Fight the Standard American Diet (SAD)
Fans
The inanity of being a bonafide sports FANatic is mind boggling. I'm not discussing the guy downing a few brews with his friends on a Saturday afternoon, or the girl watching the game with her boyfriend.
No, I'm discussing those fans who will openly fight you and scold you at a sports stadium. Who will scream at the TV for three hours watching their team, win or lose. The grown men who wear sports jerseys imprinted with the names of other grown men; and then have the audacity to call strangers "losers," "morons," and other morally reprehensible terms.
Unlike years past, local sports teams are no longer related to the municipalities they supposedly represent. A kid from Odessa, Texas ends up as the starting linebacker for the NY Jets after attending LSU for four years. Then two year's later, after he's traded to the Seattle Seahawks, you have to listen to some drunken, adiapose cephlapod go on and on about, "How much better WE are than you." WE has nothing to do with it. On this given day the random group of men you cheer for is outplaying the group I play for, but you and I have nothing to do with it; and certainly you have zero to do with how THEY are performing. Maybe in 1905 this argument would have been more understandable.
When professional sports were started originally, there was a good chance that Johnny would grow up in Green Bay playing there his whole life, and eventually start as running back for the Packers. Today your as likely to be cheering for hometown players as you are to be cheering for a safety from Nigeria.
I can almost hear you thinking AT the monitor. So what, the players are from different areas of the country, this is my team that I root for year in and year out, I'm ATTACHED to them. Well that's another can of worms that I'd like to tackle briefly. Once again, I find nothing wrong with casual fandom. Cheering for a team as an act of entertainment. But letting a sports team dictate your identity, and more, your mood is absolutely ridiculous.
Once upon a time people had beliefs and morals, and what's more, those same people had skills and talents. It was upon these foundations that a person's identity was built. The carpenter, the blacksmith, the banker, etc. However, today, this seems to not be the case anymore. Show me a person who lives and dies by their sports team, and I'll show you a person working a soul crushing, fluorescent lit, paper pushing existence. Why else would they have to fill their lives with hopes and dreams of other PEOPLE.
Which brings me to the futility of being a fan in the first place. Most professional leagues in the United States have 20-30 teams. Each season only one can be crowned champion. That means that every year your chance of being the "best" is 1/25, possibly a little better if your team has been on a run the past few years. So the chance that for a better part of a year you'll be in a good mood is 4-10%. This translates into bitterness and conceit over single wins. This in turn manifests in the outbursts we discussed above; how we're better than you.
Finally, I'd just like to point out the irony in wearing a piece of clothing with another man's name on it, and then calling the men around you homosexual. Let alone what it says about the vicarious way in which you choose to achieve your dreams.
So as I stated before, I've got nothing wrong with getting into a game your watching every now and then, or hell every week during the season. What's bizarre and deplorable is when when the game your watching starts to get into you.
No, I'm discussing those fans who will openly fight you and scold you at a sports stadium. Who will scream at the TV for three hours watching their team, win or lose. The grown men who wear sports jerseys imprinted with the names of other grown men; and then have the audacity to call strangers "losers," "morons," and other morally reprehensible terms.
Unlike years past, local sports teams are no longer related to the municipalities they supposedly represent. A kid from Odessa, Texas ends up as the starting linebacker for the NY Jets after attending LSU for four years. Then two year's later, after he's traded to the Seattle Seahawks, you have to listen to some drunken, adiapose cephlapod go on and on about, "How much better WE are than you." WE has nothing to do with it. On this given day the random group of men you cheer for is outplaying the group I play for, but you and I have nothing to do with it; and certainly you have zero to do with how THEY are performing. Maybe in 1905 this argument would have been more understandable.
When professional sports were started originally, there was a good chance that Johnny would grow up in Green Bay playing there his whole life, and eventually start as running back for the Packers. Today your as likely to be cheering for hometown players as you are to be cheering for a safety from Nigeria.
I can almost hear you thinking AT the monitor. So what, the players are from different areas of the country, this is my team that I root for year in and year out, I'm ATTACHED to them. Well that's another can of worms that I'd like to tackle briefly. Once again, I find nothing wrong with casual fandom. Cheering for a team as an act of entertainment. But letting a sports team dictate your identity, and more, your mood is absolutely ridiculous.
Once upon a time people had beliefs and morals, and what's more, those same people had skills and talents. It was upon these foundations that a person's identity was built. The carpenter, the blacksmith, the banker, etc. However, today, this seems to not be the case anymore. Show me a person who lives and dies by their sports team, and I'll show you a person working a soul crushing, fluorescent lit, paper pushing existence. Why else would they have to fill their lives with hopes and dreams of other PEOPLE.
Which brings me to the futility of being a fan in the first place. Most professional leagues in the United States have 20-30 teams. Each season only one can be crowned champion. That means that every year your chance of being the "best" is 1/25, possibly a little better if your team has been on a run the past few years. So the chance that for a better part of a year you'll be in a good mood is 4-10%. This translates into bitterness and conceit over single wins. This in turn manifests in the outbursts we discussed above; how we're better than you.
Finally, I'd just like to point out the irony in wearing a piece of clothing with another man's name on it, and then calling the men around you homosexual. Let alone what it says about the vicarious way in which you choose to achieve your dreams.
So as I stated before, I've got nothing wrong with getting into a game your watching every now and then, or hell every week during the season. What's bizarre and deplorable is when when the game your watching starts to get into you.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Beginnings
Well. This blog has a lot to live up to now that I've named it. I'll try to be as blatantly irreverent as possible, but people tend to self censor as they lay thoughts down in writing.
Nothing is promised grammatically and hopefully the Blogger spell check feature is in full working order.
Hopefully this will be a collection of various thoughts, stories, lyrics, and fragments.
See you out there.
Nothing is promised grammatically and hopefully the Blogger spell check feature is in full working order.
Hopefully this will be a collection of various thoughts, stories, lyrics, and fragments.
See you out there.
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