Friday, June 06, 2008
The Big N word is really really important. Not just to make you a super-stud(ette) beast in a workout, but for overall health. Recently, more and more people are coming to the realization that it is not the particular caloric intake or demonization of certain macronutrients (namely fats) that cause undue stress and sickness to our bodies, but our body's hormonal response to the food we ingest.
The body's hormonal system is a complicated one. For the most part, our understanding of this multi-faceted interplay is just scratching the surface. One thing is becoming more and more clear: the hormone insulin can be controlled by the foods we eat and the loss of sensitivity to insulin has devastating effects on the body as a whole.
There are many dietary strategies that can help to control the body's production of, and sensitivity to, insulin. All of these diets offer the same advice, albeit in a different package: too many carbohydrates lead to elevated levels of insulin and poor health. The bottome line: if you are reading a book offering dietary advice and there is no room in the glossary for a decent explanation of insulin, the book is junk.
If you are not following a regimented eating plan, try this for homework:
Watch this clip.
For 1 month (you can do just about anything for a month), come hell or high water, do this:
Men: No more than 45 grams of carbohydrate in a sitting. No less than 27 grams of protein in a sitting. Do not worry about anything else.
Women: No more than 36 grams of carbohydrate in a sitting, no less than 18 grams of protein.
Both groups can eat as many leafy green veggies (spinach, arugula, lettuce, broccolli, kale, collards etc.) as they want. Record what happens. That's it. All it will take is a few days of looking at the label of your favourite foods to figure out the quantities. You are currently sitting in one of the best laboratories for experiment ever built. Try something (like the above, and be legit about it) and record what happens. Do some internal travelling. It's worth it.
On a side note, Georgia is hot. And humid. Turns out Florida is too. Here I am at the end of a workout at FLETC.
Here's what got me that sweaty:
Your tax dollars at work, Federal Agents performing Fran under the Georgia sun:
Sorry I don't have any pictures of you guys to throw up, but I'll be back on Monday. Keep kicking ass until then,
at 8:28 PM