As of late I’ve been taking steps to try and improve my nutrition.
Or at the very least gain some knowledge on the subject.
You see, I knew nothing about nutrition when I started this whole thing. Not a blip. Nada.
You could have told me it was ok to eat batteries and I would have probably said, “yeah, cool, I can see that. Batteries are like filled with iron and shit.”
I mean I’m no dummy, but when it came to food I came at it with the intellect of a kid in a candy store.
10 years ago I lost a hundred pounds.
And do you know how I did it?
I did it by eating bacon, eggs, chicken, and salad. Caesar Salad.
That was my nourishment for six months. I never once wavered from that. Oh, wait, no I did. I gorged on “Atkins” bars to the tune of about four or five a day.
I thought that was how people lost weight. In my brain I believed that once you lost the weight you just went back to the way things were. Burgers, and fries, and milkshakes.
Looking back at it now, it’s so hard to imagine that I could ever be that uninformed.
But I was.
And that’s hard for people to admit. It’s tough to stand out there and say, “b’ys, I don’t have a friggin’ clue about what any of this means. What the fuck is a glycemic index anyway? And what odds if it’s high or low.”
And for some reason when I began this little trip I’m on, researching nutrition was always put on the back-burner. When in fact, it’s one of the most important components — along with the mental and physical aspects of it.
People say, food is just fuel.
But to me, food is more than that. It’s a memory, a taste — a smell that can light up your senses and transport you back in time. And it should be enjoyed.
Now, some food is just nonsense.
Take Pizza Hut’s new pizza stuffed with not only cheese, but bacon as well.
“Just in case you couldn’t have enough cheese and bacon on top of this massive pizza, we’ve gone ahead and injected a shitload of it inside the crust. So enjoy!”
I’ve given up on the notion that we should cut ourselves off from things. Now, that being said, I do have boundaries when it comes to what I put into my body.
Take bread, for example. There’s a plethora of information that suggests bread is the devil.
And, I agree, some bread isn’t great for you. White bread in particular is perhaps not the healthiest choice. But that being said, there is a load of vitamin B in wheat, and if you’re going to all of a sudden stop eating it, where the hell are you going to find that source of vitamin B — outside of paying some ridiculous amount of money for a supplement.
Some folks have gluten issues, and I totally get that, you folks can’t eat bread. For that, I’m sorry. Because it’s awesome. Bread is awesome.
But, I digress.
Recently I met with a dietician to discuss my food choices. I’m lacking protein. Which wasn’t a big shock. Caitlin has been telling me that for months.
But do I listen? No.
The dietician really helped me understand how food works inside of you. She untangled the confusing web of scientific studies, and opinions, and banter that exist inside the old compooter box.
And I learned that I need to eat foods that will keep my glycemic index level.
Because a level glycemic index, is a happy glycemic index.
Chew on that Dr. Atkins… oh… right…. my condolences.
PS… if you want to check out my dietician’s website, here’s the link: