Hi! I originally started eating paleo because of stomach problems and I've stuck with it because it makes me feel great. I am also a co-organizer for NYC's Eating Paleo in NYC Meetup Group. I was recently featured in the New York Times in an article about caveman-style life in NYC.
UC-Davis's Olive Oil Chemistry Lab—turns out there is such a thing—says it has discovered that more than two-thirds of random samples of imported extra-virgin olive oil are rancid or adulterated with lesser oils. "It's like we have our own CSI: Olive Oil lab here," chemist Charles Shoemaker told NPR, and given the scale of the crime he has seemingly uncovered, his words seem entirely appropriate. Here's NPR on the "mounting concern over truth-in-olive-oil-labeling," as well as the possibility that California's olive growers could have biased Shoemaker's study.
That's why I'm always extra careful with oils, but at most restaurants this is a luxury. I usually ask for things to be cooked in butter, since it's fairly obvious when it's rancid. The last thing anyone needs is rancid PUFAs or corn oil. This is one issue where I'd like to see extra scruntiny in the food system, either from the government or a private certification system. It's going to be hard to consumers to discern the quality of an oil given that most can't visit Italy and nobody has a lipid lab in their kitchen.
Do you buy your fruit oils from a good supplier? Let me know in the comments!
What if I told you there was something relative simple that could possibly make your taller, better looking, and less likely to suffer from sports injuries or joint pain? You probably wouldn't believe me, but there is and when I heard about it I couldn't believe I didn't think of it before.
When you look at pictures of hunter-gatherers and others living a traditional lifestyle, what you see depends on what you are looking for. To most Americans they just seem vaguely fit, but there is something more going on here. Physical therapist Esther Gokhale was looking for why so many modern humans suffer from back pain, but traditional cultures don't despite the fact that they often perform very laborious work. Esther noticed that they carried themselves differently and also noticed from old Western pictures that this used to be the norm. Now we are a nation of sloucher and it not only a
ffects our back and our look, but internal organs as well.
This was a wake up call for me. As a former gymnast, I once had what I thought was decent posture, but over the years I've definitely developed the dreaded slouch by hunching at the computer. Last winter I suffered from awful upper back pain, which required a visit to a chiropractor. Thankfully it hasn't returned, but I've been on the lookout for something that could prevent an issue like that. Chris from Modern Paleo and Nick from Paleo DC raved about Esther, so I bought her book 8 Steps to a Pain Free Back. I've only completed one of the steps and already my physical wellness after a day of computer work is much improved. Another thing I noticed is that my mood is better. A day of hunching= a night of fatigue for me.
What's really cool about the book are the pictures of hunter-gatherers and agrarian peoples like the man above. It's interesting because she posits a theory that humans need to learn correct posture from parents and other elders. While that might seem counter-intuitive, it makes sense to me since I've read about ape populations losing important survival skills like this with domestication, especially if a zoo population is built out of orphans.
So I'm definitely excited about this book and look forward to posting about my results. At the tech conf this weekend I started noticing how bad the posture problem is. Food is an issue, but disease of civilization are multi-factorial.
The Becker-Posner Blog asks whether unemployment compensation should be extended:
However, the actual large extension poses a major risk of creating an unemployment culture where men and women remain “ unemployed” for years. Once the period of unemployment becomes long enough, people begin to get the habits from being unemployed for a long time: they sleep late, develop various leisure interests, and at the same time their work skills depreciate from not using them for an extended period.
Ummm, when I read that I couldn't help but substitute:
However, the actual large extension poses a major risk of creating an college culture where men and women remain “in college” for years. Once the period of college becomes long enough, people begin to get the habits from being in college for a long time: they sleep late, develop various leisure interests, and at the same time their work skills depreciate from not using them for an extended period.
My parents would be delighted if I went to grad school, which is tempting, but I have many older friends who did long stints in grad school and come out with jobs paying the same as mine, bad work habits (which I also suffered from thanks to college), and mounds of debt. The only thing drawing me in is the actual desire to learn more about subjects I'm interested in, but I've seen too many people get burned by that. They get to study something they like, but under professors who aren't any good. What would make me go to grad school? The chance to study under a specific expert perhaps. That's how it was in the days of people like Plato. You didn't go to school just to go there (or in the case of some friends, to attempt to ride out the recession), but to follow a great scholar or two.
I'm feeling much better, but this weekend I was at DrupalCamp NYC, which is a conference for the web platform I develop on. It powers this site, though I definitely have neglected other features besides the blog. I presented a couple of sessions- user interface, LAMP/MAMP stack, and Drupal for small business/education/non-profits. But the food was a big challenge. I managed to get gluten-free options this time, but the option was gluten-free pasta with tomato sauce— not exactly a source of calories or nutrition in general, though definitely more nutritious than the conventional offerings of cheese pizza and bagels, though there was some fruit provided. Next year I'm going to push for either not doing food at all or doing food that isn't made of refined flour. The problem is that people want to spend as little as possible...when are people going to learn that cheap food mostly = bad food? Paleo, the idea that humans should eat human food, is very popular in the tech community, but this reminds me that it's still a small movement. I ate the gluten free pasta, bananas, and coffee... and ended the weekend bloated and fatigued.
What would a better option consist of? I think a salad bar with loads of greens, good calorie-rich dressings, nuts, fruits, and meats would be an awesome option that would please everyone from vegans to celiacs.
P.S. Another instance of government crushing the small farm movement- this time not raw milk, but a home-slaughtered pig. The government is scared because they are realizing that the jigs up- people are realizing that government inspected and approved does not equal safe and that individuals can often do a better job.
A traditional high-fat paleo diet is being promoted among the Maori in New Zealand. The results are "eye opening." Notice the comments— naysayers saying it's just another fad diet like Atkins. But it's not Atkins. It's a diet that revives food traditions and is culturally appropriate. Contrast that with Jamie Oliver's failures in West Virginia pushing a generic "healthy" diet.
Another great video on persistence hunting:
The paleo diet is primarily about applying evolutionary principles to nutrition. But nutrition is certainly not the only subject evolutionary science can lend its wisdom to. Long before I had heard of the paleo diet, I had a keen interest in the controversial science of evolutionary psychology. In high school, Steven Pinker’s The Blank Slate fueled plenty of arguments with my family and in classes.
Here is another evolutionary psychology book that seems to be designed to start arguments, since it’s about something nearly everyone seems to have an opinion about. Sex at Dawn, written by psychologist Christopher Ryan and psychiatrist Cacilda Jethá, is snarky and perhaps intentionally provocative, but no matter your opinion, it will probably make you rethink some long-held assumptions about sex.
I come from a culture where growing up, I was preached that the ideal was that you would only have sex with one person and they would only have sex with you. As an adolescent I was assaulted with books extolling the evils of animal-like promiscuity. Surely it caused ye to be dishonored and blighted with syphilis and live destitute with 14 children in a trailer. Having one true love was ordained by God and temptations otherwise were certainly of the Devil. It’s kind of a miracle that I’ve been able to move on and have normal relationships, but intrinsic human desire tends to win out when confronted with freedom.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that humans have a tough time following such a doctrine. A pastor in my own church growing up was one of those who struggled and his divorce almost broke up the congregation.
It’s no wonder we have such a tough time— evolutionary speaking, we are a hypersexual species with marked physical adaptations for promiscuity. Sex at Dawn presents some interesting evidence for this, as well as a romp through human history. Paleo dieters will be familiar with the idea that hunter-gatherers were healthy and happy, which gets several chapters here. I did learn one new fact, which is that one of the techniques used to estimate age of bones, dental eruption, only says that the person was over 35, but some idiotic studies have underestimated lifespan because they took these studies and recorded 35 as the age of death.
But back to sex, since that’s probably what you were thinking about anyway. There has certainly been ample speculation about Paleolithic sex, with the general narrative being that women have always sought to procure a stable man to help with children and bring home wooly mammoth kabobs, while hooking up with the hot jerk on the side. Meanwhile men have always just tried to knock up as many women as possible while trying valiantly to only provide meat to their own offspring. Jethá and Ryan dismantle this frankly stupid just-so story well. It just doesn’t make sense in light of anatomy or how hunter-gatherers actually live. It requires that every culture be organized around marriage, fathers provide mainly for their own children, that sex is connected to paternity and that men are somehow able to discern paternity, and that hunters could refuse to share their meat with others. In reality, while sex habits seem to vary, hunter-gatherers almost always share meat (and raise children) communally and several cultures do not even recognize paternity in the modern sense of the word.
Unfortunately, numerous evolutionary scientists have operated under this errant view and it remains fairly mainstream.
So where is the evidence otherwise? The authors look at comparative anatomy with other apes. Our closest true-monogamous relatives are gibbons, which share very little in common with humans otherwise. Our closest living relatives are bonobos, who are hypersexual and promiscuous, but as I’ve pointed out in nutritional anthropology posts, they aren’t that close (though it’s interesting that even they hunt for and prize meat). One interesting thing we have in common with bonobos is a repetitive microsatellite important to the release of oxytocin, which is absent in chimps and important for pro-social feelings like love and eroticism. Bonobos also share the unusual habit of copulating throughout the menstrual cycle, lactation, and pregnancy. Like us, their vulva is oriented towards the front of the body, rather than the rear as in chimps.
Next the authors examine studied hunter-gatherers. There are certainly no tribes practicing the ideal of one lifetime sexual partner. In face, most seem to enjoy lots of sex with many people— “Anthropologist Thomas Gregor reported eighty-right ongoing affairs among the thirty-seven adults in the Mehinaku village he studied in Brazil.” They also take down the ideal of the “nuclear family”- which no hunter-gatherer culture practices either. In tribal cultures the extended family (which is often the entire village) is where children are raised.
But as post-agrarian hunter-gatherers are an imperfect reflection of the Stone Age, so the anatomy information is even more interesting. In terms of several important anatomical markers, humans show evidence that we engage primarily in sperm competition, which has huge implications. Some men I know seem to think men evolved to be promicious, but women didn’t, which would make us similar to gorillas. These giant herbivorous apes engage in battles over harems. However, our sex organs and our body size dimorphism (the sex difference between males and females) are nothing like gorillas and women’s bodies seem to have evolved as a sperm battleground. Instead of mostly competing via physical strength contests like gorilla males, our sperm is made for a race that involves competing against other sperm from other men and the human vagina is apparently a formidible racetrack able to store and sort sperm to some degree.
Unfortunately the legacy of the agricultural revolution has been STDs, pregnancies woman can’t support, lower sperm counts, and sexual repression. Condoms and birth control have solved some problems, but there is evidence that people who have sex without condoms are happier (I sometimes wonder if people promoting condoms as a solution to the world’s sexual ills have actually used them, but the authors also cite research that shows that women can aborb chemicals from sperm and get a mental boost from them) and that birth control affects woman’s ability to chose biologically compatible partners (and there is evidence that the children from these poor biological matches have reduced birth weight and impaired immune function). As far as abstinence education, data seems to show that expression of adolescent sexuality is associated with lower levels of violence. Paleos may also be familiar with the association between vegetarian grain-pushers like John Kellogg and sexual repression, but I was surprised to learn how he openly mutilated children to “protect” them from masturbating.
Gee? I wonder why high-fiber low-fat whole grain diets are so popular considering that many were developed to lower libido…unfortunately Ryan and Jethá don’t seem to get that part of the picture and repeatedly mention our ancestor’s healthy “low fat” diet. They also keep harping on a study that showed men eating massive amounts of beef have lower sperm counts, when that study was on the effect of eating feedlot beef pumped with hormones. To their credit, they also mention the ball-busting effects of soy, which are present no matter how it’s grown.
The book also point to some evidence that humans have adapted to deal with civilization’s demands on our sexuality. While it may seem laughable, apparently there is some truth to err… group differences in penis and testes size for example, which they hypothesize might be related to cultural practices, though they admit this hasn’t been studied very well.
As for women’s sexuality being lesser than men’s, an idea that has been popular among evolutionary scientists since Darwin, with his own frigid wife, wrote “the female…with the rarest exception, is less eager than the male…” As a woman, you don’t have to convince me that this is untrue, but there remains a legion of men welded (and perhaps even attracted to) the idea of the chaste woman and, unsurprisingly, unable to locate the part of a woman’s body that would persuade them otherwise. If women are so uninterested in sex, why did physicians of yore devote so much time trying to stamp out the evil of female masturbation, even in the US resorting to female genital mutilation up until the 20th century. Luckily, some doctors changed tactics and the vibrator was born, but not as a cure for female dissatisfaction, but as a medical device to cure “hysteria.”
So what do humans want out of sex? It seems like we do enjoy intense pair bonds with other individuals…that eventually wane. The bane of marriage seems to be that sexual novelty is immensely exciting for humans. Ryan and Jethá seem to imply that swinging clubs might be a good solution for having an emotionally satisfying pair bond AND fulfilling sexuality. I suppose, but it underlines the difficult fact that humans have Paleolithic sexual desires in a world where children are expensive, women expressing themselves sexually are called “sluts,” and gonorrhea and other worse STDs are a real risk. The picture of modern sexuality painted in the book is a bleak one- of sexless marriages between men popping sperm-deforming antidepressants and hooked on internet porn paired with women with frustratingly low libidos struggling to juggle their career and children. Such marriages are not only bad for people's health because of the psychological effects; apparently sex with a new woman is one of the few tried and true ways to boost middle aged men's flagging testosterone. Fun.
I personally wonder how much low libido is connected with the inadequate diet and physical activity levels of modern humans. Evolutionary health aims to ask how we can use such science to make life better. In terms of sex I think our sex lives would certainly better if we would eat well, exercise, and be realistic about human nature. The authors don't really offer a solution and on their FAQ they say:
6. So you’re recommending the everyone should have an open marriage or not get married at all?
Definitely not. We’re not recommending anything other than knowledge, introspection, and honesty. In fact, as we say in the book, we’re not really sure what to do with this information ourselves. We hope Sex at Dawn advances the conversation about human sexuality so people can focus more on the realities of what human beings are and a bit less on the religious and cultural mythologies concerning what we should be and should feel. What individuals or couples do with this information (if anything) is up to them.
This book, while an excellent tour of human lustful behavior, is lacking on the murkier matter of love. But I definitely recommend reading it. It’s certainly fascinating, if anything.
Is there an evolutionary explanation for something like Postpartum Depression, which seems, from the outset, so maladaptive? Ancient Bodies Modern Lives discusses cultural and social factors, but also posits some evolutionary explanations. One is that it would allow paleolithic women to "cut their losses" and abandon a baby whose care would affect her survival. Two other theories are social- that PD either spurred women to get assistance from other group members or that overall sadness allowed them to focus on their babies. None of these theories seem to hold much water in a modern context, since PD seems to affect women with healthy babies and unfortunately seems to manifest itself as negative/non-existant feelings towards their own children. Is it a "disease of civilization"?
GOOP, Gwenyth Paltrow's newsletter, is strangely addicting and has provided health bloggers with plenty of entertainment lately. Her latest newsletter is on PD and contains the story of Bryce Dallas Howard's struggle with the condition. Even if we knew that PD was a disease of civilization, civilization is clearly more complex than just diet. Diseases of civilization can be caused by the stress of modern life, for example. But conspiciously absent from her account is any mention of her diet, which is interesting because she did a completely vegan pregnancy, but has recently quit veganism for non-specified health reasons.
The ADA insists that veganism is an appropriate diet for all stages of life, including pregnancy and lactation, despite a lack of comprehensive studies on the matter. The few studies that exist have shown that vegan women do have different vitamin levels, though perhaps this will be remediated with more studies that allow better tailoring of supplements. Personally, with humans plagued by conditions like PD that are so poorly understood, I'm not going to bet on us being able to figure out a diet that protects us from diseases of civilization better than paleo does anytime soon.
It's interesting because recently in the paleo blogosphere certain vegan groups that disavow any and all supplementation have been getting press. Lost from the debate is that even vegan scientists think that the raw fruit-based diet is lunacy and worry that deficient members of that group will give all vegans a bad name when they succumb to health problems caused by a completely inadequete diet.
So far I'm waiting for tests to come back. It's been crappy. So far some candidates include lyme disease and genetic hypotension. Some books I have been reading lately include:
Wild Health: Great read, a good exoneration of plants, which kind of get bashed a lot in the paleo world
Sex at Dawn: Kind of a naughty book. I'm not sure I agree with all of the author's points, but it's certainly thought provoking.
Dark Summit: Harrowing story of Mt Everest's deadly 2006 season.
Possum Living: A rather odd guide to living off of nothing. Regardless of the feasibility of the author's advice, it's certainly a book with character...
The End of Overeating: Honestly, a little boring, but interesting to see that many of the things counted as "fatty meat" in studies are injected with hydrolyzed soy protein and sugar, wrapped in refined carbs, and fried in rancid PUFAs....
Pandora's Seed: Kind of redundent if you've already read Jared Diamond or any other stone age anthropology, but a fairly decent introduction to the idea of using our ancestors as models for our modern life.
I'm planning to write full reviews of most of these as well! Got any more good book recs? Let me know in the comments?
Dance Break:
Ja jag, kan tänka mig ett liv som på stenåldern
Yes, I can imagine a life of the Stone Age
Utan pengar, neanderthal, vi glömmer bort och börjar om igen
Without money, neanderthal, we forget and start all over again
I tried to think hard of the bumblebees with tufts of yellow pollen looped gently on their fuzzy legs hovering above bright pink and golden sunburst flowers in the town square of Uppsala, Sweden. The town market with bottles of fresh red current saft gleaming ruby against the noontime sun. My house, red from the Falun copper mine paint so ubiquitous there, beside the gardens filled with happy people harvesting corn, trellis beans, and the last of the summer’s raspberries. The dark forest paths where birds bathed in glades. My pictures from when I arrived there in August are all idyllic like that. That was another life that I found myself reliving as I lay in the MRI, trying not to hear the whirring buzz of the machine.
I had woken up one night unable to move, on the floor, in a pool of various bodily fluids. Hot and dizzy, I struggled for the phone, stumbling, my ears ringing.
And I will turn my hand upon thee, and purely purge away thy dross, and take away all thy tin
“Possible idiopathic adult-onset seizure.” “Idiopathic”— a pathetic euphemism for the unknown. Was it the tick bite? The strenuous move a mile in the simmering city heat? The fact I had known what stress was doing to me, yet continued to drive myself onwards deep into the late hours of the morning, forgetting to nourish myself in any sense of the word?
In the claustrophobic chamber, I wanted more than anything to be somewhere else, to find another place where I could feel at home.
I have an appointment with the neurologist for more tests. Nobody is invincible. The doctors (and I) doubt very much this had to do with eating paleo, especially since after the move I’d not been eating terribly well.
Eating decently at the hospital was a huge challenge. I threw out the idea of being paleo, but I wanted to make sure I was at least gluten-free, so I didn’t have to add horrible stomach cramps to the doctor’s to-do lists. Gluten intolerance affects 1 out of 100 people...they must have some accomendations? Right?
Wrong. Breakfast passed, lunch passed, and soon became clear that I just wasn’t going to get fed. I begged the nurse for some food and she returned with some juice, the only gluten-free option, she said, “until regular dinner hours.” A well-meaning but obvious ill-informed resident tried to give me a sandwich on white bread. “It’s white bread, not wheat, so it’s wheat free!” he proclaimed.
The first tray was a disgusting Salisbury steak with pasta and flour-laced gravy. Eventually I got some chicken, carrots, and rice, with a sickly sweet fruit cocktail. The next day I must have missed breakfast hours while in the MRI. I was a little shaky from hunger and bleary from a sleepless night sharing a room with a elderly woman with severe dementia...but lunch was coming soon? They passed out lunch trays and I got nothing. They kept saying my food was coming, but it never did. Not until I wandered through the ward and complained to the attending did I get something, but clearly they misunderstood again— the tray included a slice of individually sliced bread, but at least the main meal was edible.

I probably would have been much much worse off if it weren’t for generous friends who brought me food. New York Methodist should be able to accommodate people with very basic food intolerance and allergies, but it’s scary that they would serve those kind of meals to well...anyone. Can’t everyone agree, even the low-fat facists, that sugar and white flour are poison?
I’m hoping to get well and avoid the hospital again- that the seizure was just a fluke. Would be nice not to have anything like that happen again... and to find a place and a life style that prehaps could prevent me from suffering the amount of stress that might have triggered my condition.
Thank you well-wishers across NYC Paleo, Twitter, and everywhere in between!
While I was gone, apparently The China Study received some belated smackdown. I've personally never paid much attention to that book. I took several advanced statistics classes for my degree and an epidemiology class. If I wanted to base my diet on that flawed methodology, I might be more interested. But you can hash and rehash data and it won't change the fact that epidemiology (like my own science, economics) has been responsible for crap conclusions that have not bared out in the real world. I don't think economics or epidemiology are bad and in fact I'm quite interested in them, but they are rough tools that I'm not going to use them to manage my life.
As Kurt Harris said:
This is all just epidemiology, and epidemiology is bogus. Now, I don't mean it has absolutely no value. It is good for hypothesis generation. It is almost worthless for finding the truth. It is especially worthless the way it is used by hacks like Campbell who are simply trying to sell people a book that tells them what they want to hear.
You can run all kind of analytics on that China data and maybe find some interesting hypotheses to test, but then you have to worry about the data itself. I'm not sure rural Chinese people from the 80s have much to tell us about what to eat in America now. As Denise pointed out, there are pathogens present in rural China that aren't exactly common in Brooklyn, NY.
While Denise's post is certainly very interesting, I'm alarmed that she is now working with a vegan epidemiologist, but who also is a fruit-based raw vegan. While there are several academics who have formulated scientific vegan nutrition, no conventional science supports the fruit-base raw vegan diet- it's pure quackery and lately its proponents have unfortunately been trolling paleo blogs.
Evolutionary fitness is not about epidemiology- it's applied evolutionary theory. I'll be reviewing some books in the next month about that science, but needless to say, I think it's a far better groundwork for living as a human.
“245 unread messages” my Blackberry tolled. I had turned the dreaded workhorse on after a week, dreading its weary proclamations. How I had cherished the days without glaring at its tiny, but unforgiving screen. My camping backpack laid heavily on my shoulders- a double bagged bolus of sulphur-reeking Vibrams and muddy bathing suits. I suspected getting the smell out of the Vibrams would require elaborate chemical warfare. My arms and legs were covered with gashs, nicks, tears, welts, and oddly shaped bruises. Flecks of mud clung stubbornly to my nails.
What the hell had I been doing?
I had that exact thought on Tuesday, after arriving in West Virginia for a Movnat Reawakening workshop with Erwan Le Corre. After a morning of swinging in branches, lifting heavy logs, and jumping across planks, Erwan had told us we would run to Summerville lake- a “mere” 2.5 miles. The woods looked pleasant and inviting; the path a mild compression of soft soil. But that was just the beginning- soon the pleasant woodlands turned into what seemed like an untamed jungle. Vibrams stubbed on slippery rocks, legs were menaced by nettles and poison-ivy, and at several points the group was pursued by angry hornets. I questioned my choice of Vibrams (why oh why did I not buy KSOs to spare myself the lumps of dead leaves embedded in my now-soggy shoes?), Erwan's grasp of American measurements (could this really be two and a half miles?), and my own presence at the seminar. My back ached and my legs throbbed with intense stinging pain. Erwan sprinted ahead, sporting muscles in places I didn't know existed. What sort of brutal Tropical Thunder-like boot camp had I inadvertently subjected myself to?
Soon, feet and legs smarting with various wounds, we reached the white rocks surrounding Summerville. Simmering in the late afternoon heat, I quickly disrobed and dove in, expecting a bracing coldness- but I was pleasantly surprised by the lake's generous warmth. I soon forgot my disdain for the Metric system and any muscle pain as I swam like a small dolphin among the rocks and branches lining the lake. I was like a child again- a selkie meant for the water. I couldn't help but remember my childhood in Georgia, playing Sharks and Minnows at the Meadowgrove pool. I would dive deep beneath the water, holding my breath as I butterfly-kicked away from the "sharks." But I didn't particularly care about winning- being a predator was probably more fun anyway.
Suddenly I remembered why I was here- I was reawakening the kid I had killed. The young girl from Georgia with skinny colt legs who had too much time on her hands because she finished her homeschooling workbooks early. She rolled across the mossy knolls in her backyard, swinging herself into dogwood and maple trees, jumping across the muddy creek, feeling the warm sun draw freckles upon her bare shoulders. I killed her. I sat her upon a chair and made her pale and wan, her arms atrophy, her mood grow short-tempered as she stared for hours and hours upon a glowing rectangular screen.
The paleo diet had fixed so much of the problems that plagued me, but it was so easy for me to dismiss exercise. After all- in New York I felt I got enough exercise jumping across disgusting fetid street-puddles (god forbid my expensive Vigrams touch those…) and carrying loads of meat from the inconveniently-located grocery stores that are a feature of city life. I had lost weight without really focusing much on exercise…going outside for 15 minutes for lunch was enough…right?
It says a lot that I viewed exercise as a mere means to an end.
I had met Erwan in New York City, not long after moving there and falling into a cycle of eating paleo, but not really living paleo. John Durant, the other organizer of Eating Paleo in NYC had attended one of his fitness seminars in Mexico and had hosted Erwan on several visits to New York. While they pounded the pavement shirtless and barefoot early on the morning on what was certainly the coldest and most miserable day of the winter. My alarm clock rang, but I looked at the blizzard out the window and pressed snooze. A few weeks later they effortlessly glimmered shirtless and muscular against the glare of the snow in several full-page spreads in Nordic magazines. For these men, exercise was not about weight, but about being human.
During that winter I experienced a realization that the life I was living, despite my immaculate paleo diet, was simply incompatible with being a human being. The silent sepulchral commute, the dreary isolation of my work, the fatigue that assaulted me as I climbed the stairs to my closet-like apartment. No amount of wild salmon and pampered grass-fed beef could make up for this life.
There is an ample body of evidence that it was not just what our ancestors ate, but how they lived that accounted for their lack of “diseases of civilization.” There is certainly just as much evidence that an antisocial stressful life is as bad as a ladle full of high-fructose corn syrup.
I wanted to not just eat like a human now, but live like one. As I swung my leg up upon a rough branch, struggling mightily to push myself up, the pressure on the back of the delicate skin behind my knee reminded me of a dogwood I had climbed as a child. I remembered how it scratched me sharply, but how happy I was to clear the ground and dangle my feet merrily high above my mother's bright pink azalea flowers. It was easy then, I thought, as I dropped to the ground in failure.
I would wander about the neighborhood for hours, probably illegally trespassing in the yards of several dozen neighbors and coming home with my legs as beat up as they were now.
Rocks, logs, sticks, stones, water were now imprinted into my skin. Strangely, it didn't hurt. I was too busy being social and eating amazing paleo meals with Erwan, our other coach Vic, our chef Allie, and the other awesome participants. It was actually a fairly diverse group- men and women spanning decades. Despite this being Erwan's lower level workshop, most of us were in fairly decent shape and had at least broken in one pair of Vibrams or other thin-soled shoes. I imagine the week would have been more painful if I were completely unused to using my feet, but even so, my poor little toes were cramped from the workouts we did. Doing trails in a manicured park doesn't really prepare your feet for dashing through thousands of tiny pebbles and scrambling up boulders. I was very impressed with the vertical performance of my shoes. Vibrams are a no-go on a commercial rock climbing wall unless you enjoy putting all your weight on one toe…but here they provided the perfect amount of traction even right out of water.
All the meals were classically paleo- without salt, coffee, or dairy, which are holdouts for me. It was good to go a week without them- it definitely made me reconsider dairy and helped me finally kick out coffee. My stomach felt better and my energy level was not impacted. However, some participants who had never done paleo before reported feeling fatigued.
It's funny because a few months ago I wrote about my indoor container garden once. I didn't write about it again because let's just say some plants didn't do so well. I transplanted the survivors to outdoor containers and now some of my plants are ginormous. Just like fertilizer and windows were no substitute for the sun upon their leaves, vitamin D supplements and lamps are no substitute for the sun upon my shoulders. I feel like I'm opening a whole new chapter in my journey towards a happy, healthy…and humane life. Movnat was a great stepping stone and I definitely recommend checking Erwan's workshops out!
Exercise isn’t a way to “get in shape” or get Vitamin D. Moving is about being a human animal...

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