I can only characterize my diet as high protein and high in animal fats, at least in relation to carbohydrates. Sugar is entirely gone from my diet. I’d estimate my total carbohydrate intake at less than 20% of my daily calories and at least ¾ of that in fiber. The tale of the tape: 198 pounds this morning. Even moderate quantities of beer tend to stall the process, but it seems that red wine does not. No blood work, yet. I intend on waiting until I have reached 185 pounds, or near that, before I check my numbers.
Well, here we are, nearly 4 months after basing all my dietary choices off of an article in the Wall Street Journal. I have some results, but first, some more info.
In browsing Teicholz’s book on Amazon, I found another name that popped up quite a bit in the reviews–Gary Taubes. Taubes is described as a “science journalist.” So, instead of reading Teicholz, I bought and downloaded Good Calories, Bad Calories by Taubes. It’s lengthy, over 13000 “locations” in the Kindle app, which translates to a lot of pages. I only began reading it about a week ago, and I am 64% completed with it. It may not be for the faint of heart, but it is interesting. In summary, so far Taubes has described how a select few experts have guided dietary science in the US for the past 60 odd years, and have fed us information that conflicts with those clinicians and scientists who actually have studied or successfully treated obesity long-term. The realist in me knows that it is difficult for most professionals to accept the death of their favorite hypotheses. The cynic wants to say that the truth of the matter is that doctors make a lot of money off of fat, diabetic, sick people. I don’t want the cynic to be right.
Now for the tale of the tape.
Prior to May, I was in a 40″ waist, and just barely. I was about to move up to 42″ because all the buttons on my pants were popping off under the load.
In the week of July 4th, less than 2 months after I read the Teicholz article, I had to get 36″ pants and shorts.
Today, there’s an extra inch or more in the 36″ pants, and I will have to move to a 34″ sometime in the next month or two.
Hunger? Only when I forget to eat. Cravings? Not since the first week. Off the wagon occasionally? Yep, especially the week of July 4—we went to the beach. Counting calories? Nope, because I really can’t count that high.
Blood pressure is down, resting heart rate is down, no fatigue.
I have yet to get the blood work done, but I am planning on doing that this week.
Summary, this is definitely the epitome of anecdotal evidence. At best, I represent a single data point. In a controlled study, I don’t even represent that much. However, I have used my body as the test bed for a crazy idea that dietary saturated fat is good, protein is good, and refined carbohydrates are bad.