Dynorphin & a high-fat diet: implications pt.1

When I started eating paleoesque years ago (well before uppity bloggers came on the scene with their foolish dietary declarations and denunciations), I followed the low-fat, no-starch Cordain theory (he has since come to his senses and changed his stance). I bought The Paleo Diet and followed it pretty much to the letter for two months or so, all the while feeling wrong about the whole thing. It just didn’t make sense; why was I not deriving the promised satisfaction from this “perfect” diet that supposedly reflects our genetic heritage?

I started thinking about it with a little internet education behind me, and came to the conclusion that if man was on the hunt for the most calories with the least effort (in accord with our naturally lazy nature), it would make sense that he would know precisely which animals would be the fattest and at what times (in accord with our incredible intelligence). Also, many areas, dense and easy with underground tubers and storage organs, rich with calories, greatly satisfied and comforted those who threw them on the fire, perhaps wrapped in leaves.

~So I started experimenting; I first added starch from tubers back into my diet with a little trepidation. Back in my vegetarian days I based my eating on grains and beans; like every other veg-head, this was my foundation; protein must come from somewhere if not animals. To think that grains and beans could be anything but god’s food was unheard of, like oxygen cut off from the air supply. The problem was however, grass seeds swung my moods like bad ecstasy on a demented dance floor, and beans (speaking of air supply), particularly soy products like tofu and tvp offended not only those around me, but myself as well (let’s be honest, in a normal situation one must be a bit faggy if one’s own farts offend one’s self; but mine was definitely not a normal situation!). They also messed up my peristalsis unpredictably (with weekly bouts of diarrhea)… but tubers behaved themselves wonderfully. They not only gave back the energy I was lacking, they gave me comfort and soul peace too…

…but of course, me being me, I could not simply just leave it alone and keep doing that which worked, and worked well; nope. I had to keep screwing around and make it “better”. I read with interest the blogs that advocated a high fat, low carb way of eating, and stumbled upon Jan Kwasniewski’s Optimal Diet, with its protein/fat/carb ratio of 1:2.5-3.5:0.5. I thought, “heeeyyyy… I’vvve got ann’ ideeaaa… forrrmmin’ in me’ ‘ead. I can do these macronutrient ratios in a paleo context,” and then proceeded to royally fuck myself up for the next thirteen months of my life. Adopting this approach, I immediately felt like an inferno of power. It was great; seemingly endless energy. I thought I’d stumbled onto the holy grail of macro-ratios, an esoteric source of forbidden knowledge, sullied from view by an evil dietary cabal of political/religious/nutritional dictocrats. The better I felt, the more smug and pleased with myself I became, until I was a bronzed, cut, fat-fueled John Galt Übermensch, chuckling down, lovingly, condescendingly, at the little silly people scurrying about with their sandwiches, all the while pondering what I’d do with my new-found powers… should I use my awesomeness for good? for evil?… help the hungry?… world domination?…

…no matter; all that really counted was the fact that I was in the world, and all those within my light might bask in my cleansing glow and be better for just experiencing that which was me.

Normally, I log two or three thousand kms per year backpacking (this actually isn’t bullshit   ;D), hiking, biking, mountain climbing (it’s interesting that people with endorphin deficiencies gravitate to these activities to increase production). One particular weekend I became vaguely aware of the old people and toddlers passing me up on my way to Galatea lake in Kananaskis. I swore I could hear Justin Bieber in the ear buds of 13-year-old schoolgirls as they passed me on the trails looking sideways, then back at me, half-pityingly, like I was an old lady on my way to the church bake-off (ok, this was way before Justin Bieber). I wonder if they thought I was carrying knitting supplies and candy sprinkles for my secret cake recipes in my backpack. My best friend usually walks behind me when we hike together, but this time I was digging for excuses why I was dragging behind in a heart-pounding malaise. It all started going downhill, so to speak, from there. I increasingly began experiencing evening anxiety and a pounding hypertension that, while not too bad in the morning, averaged a systolic of well over 140, an alarming change from my usual circa 118. My days were suddenly adrenaline/cortisol fueled and my nights were spent in bed as a literally vibrating mass of teeth-clenched flesh, pondering his fate; at any given time the mirror showed a pale, cadaverous, gaunt spectre asking his reflection-source what he was going to do about this mess…

…I soon after smacked myself upside the head with a 2×4, went back to my fatty meat and greens/tuber/fruit based diet with some nuts and seeds thrown in, and am back to normal… not before scaring the shit out of myself though.

~It’s funny how people can find themselves trapped within any kind of paradigm, out of which they can easily step, but refuse because this or that belief, whatever it may be, is “The Way”, even if it might be killing them. Something like this is happening in the diet blogosphere these days, and people are turning into idiots following advice that may very well work for some, but because we’re all different, may quite literally destroy the health of others.

For those readers who haven’t the foggiest idea what I’m on about, there is an infantile mutual tantrum going on in the paleo/traditional dietsphere between various camps that has basically completely turned me off reading them… I refer you to the links to the right on my site. If you’re new to this nonsense and can stomach it, read them. But fair warning: besides one or two, they’re all full of shit these days and are no longer interested much in learning and giving humble opinions, just throwing mud and rhetoric at each other and defending pet theories. So you’ll have to go back into the archives of these blogs to a more wide-eyed and less jaded time.

…I haven’t linked to the biggest shit birds, but you’ll find them soon enough… they’ll make sure of that.

…so, allow me my own little declaration: let any self-proclaimed textpert of a diet blog, who preaches that a diet high in starch from whole foods is unnatural and will be your downfall, rot in the same fatty quagmire into which he sent many others…

…likewise, let one who has never known obesity and never experienced a broken metabolism, and turns up his nose at the obvious benefits for some of a low-carb/high-fat diet, shut his mouth and acquire a little humility and knowledge before he buries himself alive in his own stupid.

~Everyone is different, idiots… grow up.

~My involvement is emotional because I’ve been self-experimenting longer than most of these needledicks have pondered what they’d been shovelling down their pie holes, and I’ve consistently disproved the opinions of almost everyone with an opinion.

…Let it be known that this blog will never devolve into a mess of cracking, rigid dogma, with ideas locked in stone, made Official and thereby set upon a museum shelf to slowly rot, shrink and petrify with a semblance of truth in it, but covered with old webs of tenets…

…I will remain young-hearted and open with this, and want those who read this to understand that I will never let a broken desperate obese person leave here hurt and as confused as other sites may have left them. I will tell you to figure things out for yourself, in a paleoesque context (because that’s my open and particular bias). In my opinion, grass seeds, beans and dairy are unnecessary and insulinogenic, but one broken person may achieve great success with a whole-food, high tuber, very bland carby diet with zero food reward, while easily keeping calorie consumption down; while another may attain magical success with a healthy high-fat ruminant/seafood and greens approach, with no starch or sweet.

~next: pt 2

Advertisements

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ItsTheWoo
    Dec 29, 2011 @ 02:00:49

    Enjoyed this rant :D
    I hope I am not one of the people sending others to a fatty quagmire, lol.

    I know I have had a reputation/been accused of being a low carb zealot, but to be honest I always encourage experimentation. I think the main reason anyone at all cares about my rants is because I have managed to lose and keep off so much weight, they hope to learn tips/tricks… and the irony is, I tell people that the opposite strategy (of observing YOURSELF) is far more effective. Also, I want to mention that most of what I write regarding high fat/low carb eating is directed toward people with obvious glucose metabolism dysfunction. I don’t believe ordinary individuals need to eat such a weirdo diet.

    Either way, nice rant and I am excited for pt 2, interested regarding a high fat diet and endorphin system. I have had an intuitive/pet theory that high dietary fat may bolster the endorphin system, never much investigated it but I do wonder.

    Reply

  2. Opie
    Dec 29, 2011 @ 18:44:33

    hey Woo, no worries. i read your frustration with those who won’t listen to your success. it must make you want to wring necks…

    …i’m not at all pointing fingers at you for zealotry; and you’ve never wreaked of hubris. what drives me nutzo are the flakes who are quite sure they have the Answer, and are unequivocal about it… until they change their minds and glue themselves to some other parchment of dogma…

    …and you and i both know who these edumucated retards are. ;D

    Reply

I want some of what's in your head...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: