Monday, March 17, 2014

Food Log - "In fact, fuck my inner child - my inner Hulk determines what I'm eating at any given moment..."


3/10 - coffee, milk, water, Monster Milk/Mass, Animal Rage, Monster Multi, Animal Flex, steak, chicken, ground beef, guacamole [avocado, tomato, onion, garlic], Quest Bar, Universal ZMA Pro

3/11 - coffee, milk, water, Monster Milk/Mass, Animal Rage, Quest Bars, Monster Multi, Animal Flex, steak, salad greens, tomato, cucumber, black olives, cheddar cheese, ground beef, bacon, shrimp, ranch dressing, Universal ZMA Pro

3/12 - coffee, milk, water, Monster Milk/Mass, 1.M.R., Animal Rage, Quest Bars, Monster Multi, Animal Flex, tomato, cucumber, black olives, cheddar cheese, ground beef, bacon, shrimp, ranch dressing, eggs, potatoes

3/13 - coffee, milk, water, Monster Milk/Mass, Animal Rage, steak, sweet potato, potato, cheddar, chicken, haloumi

3/14 - coffee, milk, water, Monster Milk/Mass, Animal Rage, Monster Multi, Animal Flex, hamburger, smoked cheese, wasabi mayo

3/15 - coffee, milk, water, Cannibal Inferno, Monster Milk/Mass, hash brown, double sausage McMuffin, bread, butter, lunchmeat, brownie, iced coffee, beer, cheeseburger, fries, insalata caprese, penne carbonara, wine

3/16 - coffee [3 in 1], coffee, milk, water, sausage, bacon, eggs, potatoes, crab omelette, crab curry w/rice & noodles, beer, EEST signature hand roll

3/17 - coffee [3 in 1], coffee, milk, eggs, bacon, lunchmeat, double cheeseburger/no bun, Cannibal Inferno, Monster Milk/Mass, water, fried mozzarella, Italian sausage, Universal ZMA Pro

*cooking oils* - coconut oil, butter, bacon fat

"Recently, I had one of my innumerable discussions with a woman wherein they expressed no small amount of angst, horror, disbelief, and a little bit of jealousy, at my "feed the machine" mentality towards eating.  For those of you who aren't already aware, I more or less eat to feed the machine- it's much more about the macronutrient composition and my dietary needs than it is about what makes my inner child smile.  In fact, fuck my inner child - my inner Hulk determines what I'm eating at any given moment...

The problem before most people when embarking on a diet, a real, restrictive, extreme-end-goal, fuck the world and pass the fat burners diet, is twofold.  First, they have to deprogram themselves from years of shitty dietary habits and the concomitant emotional attachment to foods.  This is a massive problem for most people, as most people associate certain foods with certain feelings.  Just about every [girl] I know, for instance, avoids the fuck out of protein and eats nothing but fat and sugar when they're upset, and that shit generally comes in the form of baked goods, pasta covered in cheese, and potatoes.  Frankly, that makes no fucking sense to me, because half the time they'll tell you they're depressed because they feel fat.  

The answer, then, is pretty fucking simple, but they seem to prefer the emotional gratification of eating that bullshit than they do the rational solution sitting in front of them.  I assume guys do this as well, but all of the guys with whom I generally hang out are just as robotic about their eating as I, or take enough gear to make up the difference. You might think, if you find yourself doing shit like that, that it's justified biochemically or hormonally, but hear this: FUCK. THAT. SHIT.

Whatever biochemical/hormonal response you're getting out of the food pales in comparison to the influx of fire-breathing, life-giving, fat-burning, muscle-building, libido-increasing goodness of testosterone you'll have from eating meat, getting lean and jacked, and getting the fuck up off the couch.  Eating meat and getting lean does more for your psyche than you can imagine, as your body becomes a testosterone producing perpetual motion machine as you get leaner and more jacked. (Habito et al, Li)  Thus, you will be happier over time if you simply stay the course and abandon your short term fixes of brownies and mac and cheese, or whatever the fuck it is to salve your wounded inner child after looking at yourself in the mirror. 

Additionally, the moodiness and irritability are likely due, in large part, to the high levels of estrogen running through your body if you're overweight.  Fat produces estrogen and suppresses testosterone.  Suppressed testosterone leads to moodiness. (Barrett-Connor et al.) Additionally, allergens and other toxic chemicals in your environment (like the preservatives in that horrible shit you call "comfort foods") can lead to moodiness and irritability.(Watson 42-46) 

Furthermore, there appears to be a correlation between high protein consumption and high testosterone, as low protein diets show increased levels of sex-hormone-binding-globulin, a chemical that attaches to testosterone and keeps it from becoming bioavailable.(Schuler 70-71) This means that the shit most of you generally use to improve your mood is actually having the opposite effect, in a pretty fucking pronounced way.  Thus, there's something to be said for that ridiculously overused quotation you'll see on every thinsperation site on the internet, "Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels," because being lean feels fucking AWESOME.  Every time you look in the mirror, you feel good about being you.  Having a shitty day?  Guess what, there's a brand new vein on your bicep waiting to cheer you right the fuck up.  It's just that simple."



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