Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Zen and the art of hiking

Every year -- no, make that a lot more often these days -- I try to simplify things. Cut out the bad habits. Hone the good stuff into something even greater.

And so we hit California to do some hiking.

OK, to do a lot of hiking.

I don't always fully grasp what it is that endlessly draws me back to the basic act of walking, usually up something big, to a great view. But, I always return to it, and when it is done with great people -- this time my two sons and my longtime hiking buddy Will -- it takes on a special sort of meaning.

Our goal was a hell of a lot of mountain hiking in the Eastern Sierras. I don't know a better place for flatlanders to acclimatize to the thirst-inducing/headache-causing altitude of the big Sierra peaks than Mammoth Lakes, California. It is nestled at about 8000' feet and sleeping at that altitude for a few nights -- after days spent hiking just a little higher up each day in the surrounding mountains -- is just the thing to transform your inner self from its perfectly understandable "Holy shit, was that flight of stairs steep or what?" reaction when you first get into town to a settled-in "let's go" state of mind.

Added to the urgency of our need for quick, efficient acclimatization is a permit that we recently scored for the four of us to hike up Mount Whitney, elev. 14,497 feet, in a few days. The round trip is 22 miles. It is, to say the least, an undertaking to complete it in one day.

So, we have been here three days now, and each day I am working at enjoying the journey, not just bagging the peak at the turnaround point of each hike. On Sunday we went up to the San Joaquin Ridge and hung out for over an hour at about 10,500 ft. Yesterday was a stomp through the relatively flat terrain near the Gem Lakes in Rock Creek Canyon, pictured below, but it is flat at about 11,000 feet. We got rained on in a very big way, didn't even make the end destination as a result, and you know what? It didn't matter.

It's all in the attitude.

So today -- upon awaking just a little better adjusted to the altitude -- our sparkling attitudes will be tested a little more as we trudge up to 12,600 feet, again in the Rock Creek Canyon area, up to Mono Pass. There is, once again, a threat of rain, and we are cool with that. It just makes us load a little more gear into our packs, kinda like we are going up Mount Whitney.

Which we will be very soon.




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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Vacation-related excuses (or why you haven't heard from me more often of late)

Do you ever get so obsessed with vacation ruminations, as said vacation approaches, that all other thoughts (e.g., "What's the next blog topic?") get obliterated, or at least relegated to some less-active portion of the brain?

That's where I am at right now. Hence the recent dearth of blogginess on my part.

On Saturday, my two sons (ages 18 and 21) and I, plus our buddy Will, leave for an epic two weeks of hiking in the Eastern Sierras. We are staying in Mammoth Lakes, CA -- one of my favorite towns anywhere, and one hell of a great place, at about 8000 feet above sea level, to acclimatize for all the ensuing high-altitude hiking. It is a dudetrip of epic proportion. Hiking boots, bacon and awesomeness for all.

If we get lucky, we will even score permits to day-hike Mount Whitney, pictured below.





Either way, I suspect there will be some vacation-oriented blogification over the next couple weeks.

Enjoy, or ignore. Your call. Hiking boots hit the ground in only a few days....

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn [to a] pro."

"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
-- Hunter Thompson

"Dude, have you considered a nutritional consultation with an expert?"
-- Me

If your mechanic told you today that there is a $195 repair that your car needs or else its longevity will be seriously at risk, you wouldn't be happy, but you know what? You'd pay the money. You wouldn't even give it much thought beyond being annoyed. You would charge it if you had to, pay it off over time, pay it now, whatever.

So.... if you are are grossly overweight, diabetic, pushing (or just past) 50 years old, sleeping like crap, and completely aware that it is time to make a serious change, or else your personal longevity may no longer be an issue sometime in the next ten years when you drop stone-cold dead, *and* you have gone to the trouble to research your diet and exercise options *and* you have decided that what I and others do in the paleo/primal sphere of things is pretty damn intriguing and seems like the way to go, why in the hell does the whole concept hit a brick wall when I mention consulting a nutritional expert, who will charge you.... $195?

"Doesn't she take insurance?" "Wow, that's a lot of money." "I don't know...."

Don't be so shortsighted. This is your life, not your car, not your cable bill.

See, one of my Super Smart Nutrition Internet Pals (SSNIP) is Liz Wolfe from Cave Girl Eats. I know that Liz knows her shizz in the paleo/primal world because, well, (a) it's obvious as soon as you read her stuff or hear her on a podcast, and (b) because my wife is a client of hers who followed her recommendations to a T for dealing with an autoimmune condition, and has seen great results.

Liz is drama-free, no-bullshit and thorough, and she tailors her recommendations to the client's exact needs. For $195 she will plan out your entire nutritional life for you to get you out of whatever nutritionally-related malady from which you suffer, and you can ask her all the dumb or smart questions you want via email.

And she is one of a number of similar folks (SSNIP and otherwise) out there who do this stuff; she just happens to be the one whose work is most familiar to me (and no, I am not on the payroll/getting referral fees). So, the recommendation could be viewed more generally as: "This is serious stuff. You really need to consult with a paleo nutritional expert."

But, yet, I know a number of people who claim to be on the verge of doing big things, taking big steps, really grabbing life by the nutritional cojones for the first time in a very long time, in order to reverse some awful medical conditions, and then they freeze in their tracks when I suggest that winging paleo all by yourself can be a mighty tall order when you are already so far down the rabbit hole of bad food, and that maybe they might want to consult with Liz (or the paleo/primal nutrition person of their choice) to really get all their ducks in a row. (And yes, mixing rabbit and duck metaphors in one sentence is a capital offense in some countries).

Mind you, these are all folks that have approached me claiming that they want to eat paleo/primal to change their lives. I am not talking about the skeptics, the vegans, the non-believers. These are people who are, to use a George Clinton lyric that I have already overused in the past, "standing on the verge of getting it on."

And let's be clear: that is awesome.

Yet they clearly have a mental roadblock to shelling out $195 for top-notch expert advice. Instead, they ask me questions, and I try to give good answers, but I am not a professional. I tell you what I do, how it has been a big success for me, try to give you encouragement, etc. But some cases are more serious than others, and serious cases are when you need to see a pro.

So, huge points to any of you who are about to make a momentous, positive change in your dietary habits, but if you are in a whole lot of health trouble, that change may be more than you can handle without professional guidance. So, reach in deep and spend a little money on a nutritional consultation with some smart paleo expert. It could save your life. Literally.

Because, really.... You'd spend it on your car.



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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Lesson from the barbell, edition #257




Both yesterday and the day before, I had nearly the same conversation with a trainer at our CrossFit gym. Different trainer each day, but the same basic conversation. Monday's strength component of the workout was jerks; yesterday's was snatches.

Trainer: "That last [failed] rep looked like it hurt your [surgery] elbow."

Me: "That's because I am a fucking idiot. I *know* that all I have to do to catch this lift is man up, dive far enough under it, and it won't hurt. So what did I just do? Fail to dive far enough under it, and it hurt."

Trainer: "Hmmm, that seems like it has an obvious solution."

Me: "Yes."

I nailed all my remaining lifts.

And it really is that simple. I need to give 100% on each Olympic lift, do what I need to do (split low enough to catch it with the closest I can to full lockout on both arms) and, unless I am pushing my one-rep max -- which I also know I shouldn't be doing that often -- bask in the glory of pain-free success.

Or I can be a fucking idiot, and then it hurts.

And I got to thinking.... It's kind of like *everything* is that simple. Or most things, anyway.

You know what you need to do. So do it.

Maybe you are diabetic, overweight and looking at a shortened life of misery. So you can keep eating crap, sleeping like crap and living like crap. Or you can start going to bed an hour or two earlier, get more sleep, eliminate everything processed (hint: grains are processed) from your food, eat only real food, lift some heavy shit a few times a week and maybe take a walk most days. And feel awesome, and proud of yourself.

Or maybe you are in a hopeless relationship that you should have ended years ago.

Or maybe your _____ needs ______. Whatever it is, there is a pretty simple choice most times. You can clutter that choice with a lot of "buts," but in
the end, the lesson of the barbell translates over pretty seamlessly. There is very little that doesn't filter down pretty quickly to a simple drama-free choice of do it, or don't.

So get moving. Or don't. Your choice. But, depending on that choice, you may determine your happiness or your longevity, or, more likely, both.






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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

That ridiculous Scientific American piece on paleo eating

I *love* it when the person who doesn't agree with me explains to me all about those who *do* agree with me and why they have it all wrong. Invariably, when someone else tells you what you think about something or what you do with your life, instead of letting you explain it, especially when the goal is to criticize you, the result is sensationalized and inaccurate.

Which brings us to this.

It is a blog article, on the Scientific American site no less, about why the author believes paleo eaters have their collective carnivorous heads in their keesters because research has shown that, in fact, cavepeople ate a lot of vegetables.

I have so many negative reactions to this article that I can barely keep them organized, but let's try:

1. Who ever said cavemen didn't eat a lot of vegetables? No one as far as I can tell. Certainly no proponent of a paleo diet that I have ever run across. Moreover -- and more importantly for the purposes of anyone trying to manage one's own modern-day health, as opposed to just imitating cavepeople -- did those promoting a paleo diet say anything bad about eating vegetables in the here and now?

No, they didn't. The paleo diet is, in its most basic form, animal protein (and fat), vegetables and fruit. Yup, vegetables are on that list. In fact, I eat a hell of a lot of vegetables, at *every* meal. (Yes, I eat vegetables at breakfast). When I was nearly "vegetarian," 30-35 pounds heavier than I am now, with a fasting blood sugar of 97 and plagued by insulin spikes that had me eating meals or snacks every few hours, I was lucky to eat vegetables at two meals a day, usually ate them only at dinner, and never consumed them at all three meals like I do now. In fact, most vegetarians I know eat a ton of grains -- generally, a lot more grains than actual vegetables -- and much of the focus of the paleo diet is eliminating grains. By and large, we paleo people replace those grains with vegetables, not meat.

However, you would swear from this article that paleo = anti-vegetable. Nothing could be further from the truth. But the truth is inconvenient.

2. Who -- other than the person who wrote the headline -- said that cavepeople were vegetarians, as opposed to omnivores? The use of that word in the title seems not only designed to provoke a dumb fight, but utterly inaccurate, even according to the author, who fesses up in the final footnote that he means that cavemen were *mostly* vegetable-eating, not "vegetarian." The truth seems to be that cavepeople would eat whatever they could grab from a tree, knock off a bush or hunt. Yes, I suspect there were very lean times between big kills, but I also suspect Grok never turned down a hunk of meat, saying, "No thanks, I'm a vegetarian."

3. For the love of all that is good and right, we need to find a better word than "paleo" (says the guy whose blog title has the word in it) to describe our diets. That word just sends those who seem terribly offended with what we do (and don't) eat into a frenzy of caveman-centered talk that is just plain silly and distracting, usually with accompanying pics of Grok and family. I don't know if Liz Wolfe from Cave Girl Eats has the inside edge on the use of the term "ancestral," or whether "non-processed" is the key, but "paleo" just sends the naysayers into a caveman tizzy/discussion that gets us nowhere and distracts from the real issues. Straw men are set up and knocked down by said naysayers and, really, nothing substantive is accomplished.

4. After dazzling us with paragraphs about the alimentary canals of many creatures, the author tells us -- to no one's shock -- that we are designed to eat meat, vegetables and fruit.

You know: a "paleo" diet. Wait, what? So this hit piece on paleo ends up telling us we are designed to eat paleo? You know: paleo like "The Paleo Solution" by Robb Wolf, not "paleo" like some press-created meat orgy that doesn't exist. The article also tells us that, if we are trying to be just like Grok, we need to eat insects because Grok did.

5. But, really, who among us paleo eaters is obsessed with actually trying to eat like a caveman? I am just trying to eat the way that makes my body look, feel and perform the best. I have told you before that paleo eating has helped me lose a lot of weight, beat Raynaud's symptoms, get down to a body-fat percentage that I have not seen since my twenties, and generally look, feel and perform better than when I was a hell of a lot younger than the ripe old age of 50 that I am about to turn. It happens that much of what Grok ate fits my menu. I will pass on the gnarly bugs, though. This is not a historical reenactment.

6. The author then tells us how he doesn't eat meat, and, apparently, gets his protein from beans. We don't know why, because he doesn't tell us. He doesn't attempt to tell us that beans are a better source of protein than animal fat from properly raised animals, because, well, they aren't. They are a relatively inefficient source of protein, contain gut-permeating lectins and they spike insulin. But the word "insulin" or "hormone" does not even appear in the article. Really? A nutritional piece that doesn't mention either of those words seems a little suspect, especially a piece designed to take down a dietary model that's based on proper hormonal balance and regulation..

7. Moreover, none of that incessant blahblahblah about alimentary canals and digestive tracts says a a word about "leaky gut" (a.k.a. "gut permeability") or a word about how the human gut negatively reacts to certain substances, like grains, particularly gluten-containing grains, or the aforementioned lectins.

I try not to overreact, but this article is a disgrace, in a respected publication nonetheless.

Articles on health, particularly alleged *scientific* articles on health, should not be a simple exercise in setting up a straw man just to knock it down. Yet that is precisely what was done here: make it look like paleo is just a meat-based attempt to act like cavepeople, and then tell us why cavepeople, in fact, ate a lot of veggies. Nothing about the actual modern-day way of eating that is (unfortunately) called "paleo" is discussed. Nothing about hormones, hormonal regulation or gut permeability -- all critical aspects of the real basis for eating this way in the modern era -- is mentioned. "Let's all laugh at the silly people in their cavemen costumes with their hunks of charred meat."

Lame. Really, really lame. You can do much better, Scientific American.


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Saturday, July 21, 2012

Lamb burgers. Big, fat, wonderful lamb burgers.

I have told you previously about Melissa Joulwan's amazing recipe for Czech meatballs from her equally amazing cookbook, entitled Well Fed. Tonight, I decided to use only some of her ingredients from that recipe -- which is pork-based -- and make lamb burgers on the grill.

It went like this:

Ingredients:
--Three pounds ground lamb (100% grassfed; hint: New Zealand lamb is always 100% grassfed)
-- 1.5 tablespoons each mustard, black pepper and caraway seeds
-- 0.75 tablespoons sea salt

Mix all ingredients together and make burger patties that are one-third to one-half a pound. (I know you can do the necessary math).

Cook them on the grill like you would any burgers, but do not, under any circumstances, squeeze the fat/juices out of them. There are two reasons for this: (1) they taste much better that way, and (2) the fat from a grassfed animal is spectacularly great for you, rich in Omega-3s.

Yowzers.

Here they are just on the grill:





And then there is the nearly finished product:








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My kid starts a strength/conditioning blog




It's here, and it would be cool of you to check it out.


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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

"And the worms ate into his brain...." (Serrapeptase as a dietary supplement)



As I have mentioned a few thousand times, I had elbow surgery a little over three months ago. Recovery is good, but it isn't perfect. So I look for every little edge, whether it is from some sort of anti-inflammatory angle, or from a mobility point of view.

And then I read this article by the Bulletproof Executive guys, and the last part of it addressed something very interesting, a supplement called serrapeptase.

Here's what they said: "Serrapeptase is an enzyme supplement created by the silkworm. It’s a protein-dissolving pill you can take on an empty stomach. It fights strokes and thins the blood, but most people don’t know it dissolves scar tissue throughout the body, including muscle adhesions. I’ve been taking 3 normal sized caps from a variety of manufacturers for a decade with great results."

Whoa. Really?

It turns out that a little more research taught me a few more things about serrapeptase: it also is a strong anti-inflammatory, more commonly used in Europe and Japan; it dissolves arterial plaque; it doesn't seem to have the side effects of other NSAIDs like ibuprofen; it's the enzyme the silkworm uses to dissolve its cocoon, and it works in the human body to dissolve dead tissue, like scar tissue, y'know... the stuff I have a lot of in my elbow. I also learned that stomach acid destroys it, so it is best to get an enteric-coated version that can make it intact to the small intestine where it can be properly absorbed.

So I started contacting some of my Super Smart Nutrition Internet Pals (SSNIP) to see what they knew about evil/nasty side effects as well as effectiveness of this supplement.

The SSNIP crew much knew nothing about it. I am flying solo in Weirdville on this one.

When I told them what I knew about it, two of them seemed to think it was worth any small risk, and the third wasn't so sure. He warned me to back off if there was any kind of "heavy immunological reaction" from putting biological material from another creature inside my body -- a fair point.

So.... I am only a few days into a regimen where I take a 40,000 i.u. pill in the a.m. and one in the p.m. They need to be taken on a empty stomach. I may try to work a third pill in, but I am starting slow. So far, I haven't noticed anything dramatic, certainly no heavy-duty *anything*. I *do* notice a reduction in achy kinds of pain in the surgery elbow, however. Placebo effect? Maybe, but who cares? It hurts less. That's good. So far, I am wishing that I started this routine immediately after surgery, but better late than never.

Updates to follow, including if anything like this takes place:









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