Oh me, oh my, oh me, oh my...I'm just such a bad boy. Last year, I violated the Laws of Thermodynamics by eating more calories...and losing weight. Now, since we all know that every calorie is exactly like every other calorie (settled science!) and since we know that if you take in more calories than you burn, you gain weight, well, what other conclusion can I draw? The Laws of Thermodynamics are wrong! And by next week I'll have this unbalanced wheel spinning away here! Somebody please wire NIST for me; my FAX machine is broken. They can send the Nobel Prize to my Stanwell St. address.
I've had to drill new holes in all my belts. I'm not kidding; you can still see the leather shreds on my 3/16" bit.
Other weirdnesses are besetting me. My blood pressure is down. It wasn't all that high to begin with (let's call it high-normal; Carol doesn't want me to post precise numbers) and now it's normal-normal. My blood numbers are good, and haven't changed a whole lot since I gave up habitual sugar in 1997, at which point they abruptly went from worrisomely high to...low-normal. So how did I do it? What's the magic method?
Simple. Read this very carefully:
Eat food. Not too much. And sometimes plants.
Or, if you'd prefer the shorter, hipper, periods-for-emphasis version:
Eat. More. Animal. Fat.
I eat an egg fried in butter every morning, and I don't skimp on the butter. I eat full-fat Greek-style yogurt with breakfast. I eat great mounds of several kinds of cheese. I have everybody-knows-are-hideous things like bratwurst for lunch and sometimes supper, especially in good weather when I can toss them on the grill. I eat steak, ground buffalo, pork roast, and chicken deep-fried in lard, when I can find it. (Alas, the poor lards have been hunted nearly to extinction by cruel activists bearing rapid-fire lawsuits and campaign dollars.)
And most recently, I've discovered extra-rich milk. It's not easy to find, but it's worth the search. Hereabouts, you can get it in half gallons or gallons at Farm Crest milk stores. Farm Crest milk comes from cows not treated with antibiotics or growth hormone, which is why I started drinking their lower-fat versions to begin with. And it is the whitest, creamiest, most delicious milk I've ever tasted. 4.5% milkfat, wow.
So why am I not dead? Am I some kind of alien fluke, or zombie? (If so, I'm coming for your brains, which are deliciously high in fat.) By all the objective measures that we have, I'm healthy and apparently getting healthier. (And most recently, I discovered during a routine eye exam that my vision is getting better. Not so much better as to obviate the need for glasses, but my prescription went down almost half a diopter. No clue why--even I won't blame it on a low-carb regime--just tossing it on the table.)
That's the more. Here's the flipside: I eat a lot less pasta and rice than I used to, love it though I may. I have refined sugar only occasionally, and then only as dessert after a high-fat meal. And little by little, I'm trying to give up refined grains and starches, though that's a much tougher climb. I do eat vegetables that don't make me gag or bloat, admitting that it's a short list. I eat fresh fruit only in moderation, since fruit is mostly sugar. I snack on peanuts or almonds, chased by a glass of extra-rich milk. Once it goes down, I'm not hungry anymore. (Bet I can stop eatin' em!)
Like a lot of people, I went on the low-fat, high-carb diet recommended by our all-wise, benevolent Federal government in the 70s, and that's when I started to put on weight. Middle age accelerated the process, and I'd probably be over 200 by now if I hadn't figured it out.
So let me beat you shamelessly over the head with it, while reminding you that this is one of my clearly labeled and tightly self-rationed rants:
1. Government low-fat dietary guidelines are bullshit, all of them anchored in the bogus work of Right Man Dr. Ancel Keys, who may well be the most damaging fraud in the entire history of science. He had data for 22 countries. He picked the six countries that supported his hypothesis, that fat is bad for you. Then he attacked his critics until the government raised him to sainthood. Over the next thirty years, humanity gained the weight of a minor planet.
2. We know a great deal less about health and nutrition than we think we do, and as with all science, what we know gets old fast. For a quick catch-up, read Gary Taubes' book Good Calories, Bad Calories. Breaking news: Human biochemistry is complicated! Story at 11!
3. You may be the fluke, and thrive without effort on a low-fat diet. Maybe we're all flukes--human beings are not identical. (I love the word "fluke"! I had it printed right on my VOM!) Makes no nevermind: You have the power to find out. You are the experiment. Do the science. I did.
Good luck. Butter is delicious.