Saturday, 16 April 2011

Want to lose weight? Ditch the gym.

"Obesity epidemic?  All they have to do is eat less exercise more."  Yeah,. I hear that  a lot. Up until last year I used to say it a lot as well.  But (and this is becoming a bit of a catch phrase) it's a bit more complicated than that.

You see, the problem is that exercise - especially aerobic exercise, is a pretty piss poor way of shedding lard.

I'm going to be quoting a bit of Gary Taubes here (what's new?) so if what I'm saying interests you then please consider buying your own copy of "why we get fat", which is a much simplified version of "good calories, bad calories".

Right.  First of all, let's do the disclaimer stuff.  I'm NOT saying you shouldn't exercise.  Exercise is brilliant for lowering blood pressure, toning up muscles, increasing stamina and strength, making you look great, increasing your self esteem and erm...  Well, that's a long enough list for now.

But if anyone tries to tell you that exercise will "speed up your metabolism" or "give you loads of energy", they're just talking rubbish.  To be fair though, most of them won't know that.

A pound of body fat contains about 3,500 calories.  So it would make sense that if you want to shed that amount of weight, then all you need to do is "do" that amount of exercise...  Which is all well and good, but how long will that take you?

Well, my Sunday jogging circuit is roughly 11 miles of hilly terrain, and that takes me about two and a half hours.  According to this calculator, I'll need to do that twice.  and to put it bluntly - that's never going to happen.  Most people who want to lose a bit of lard sign up for aerobics.  Well, according to this interesting list, if I wanted to shed just one pound in a week, I'd need to do five sessions of one hour each. Yeah.  Go girls!  As if.

Good news!  When we exercise, the energy fat stores we have get diverted to the muscles, and you actually do lose body fat.  But the bad news? Do you know that tired, sort of half asleep feeling you get an hour later?  That's because your muscles have been switched off. Your body has cut off their energy supply because it needs to replace the fat stores it lost earlier!

What a horrible trick!  But it's true.  believe it or not, your fat cells are very finely regulated, and if your body has to shed some fat to get you around the running track, it will divert energy from you to make sure it has an adequate supply of fatty acids for next time.

And while this is going on, you'll be craving ice cream, and sugars, and bananas, and sandwiches, and cakes, and chocolate, and anything else the body can think of to replace the lost fat in the shortest possible time.

Hang on a minute?  If I said "replace the lost fat", then wouldn't our bodies be craving lard and bacon?  Sorry, no.  Because the most simple way for the body to get excess fat in a hurry is through sugar, which it rapidly converts into fatty acids in the liver and then floods your body with insulin to cram that lovely fat into cells which are probably already full to the brim.  That's why Lucozade Sport "Aids recovery".  Because it's actively working to make you fat again in the shortest time possible.

But won't going to the gym speed your metabolism up?

Well, it kind of depends what you mean. by "speeding" it up.  Your metabolism is either efficient, or it's not.  The easiest way to tell, is:  Are you overweight?  Do you have a slightly big middle?  Is your behind a little larger than you'd like?  Then I'm sorry, but your metabolism is inefficient.

If you eat lots of sugary foods, (as you will know by now) your body NEEDS to get that shit out of your blood stream, and it stores it as fat. Half an hour later, when every last drop of your energy has been converted to body lard, you're going to be hungry again.  So you're going to start craving more sugar...  That's the vicious circle that means that an overweight person will need to eat more.  Because so few of the calories he or she eats will actually get used for energy.  They are all stored away for some later use moment that never arrives - because there's ALWAYS a fresh supply of sugar to replace it.  These people are caught in a cycle that's completely beyond their own control, and they'll always be hungry.  Not because they're greedy, but because they have no choice but to eat more as they aren't getting much benefit from the food they take in.

Oh, and by "sugar", I mean bread, coca cola, pasta, orange juice, bananas, cakes, toffee, potatoes, ice cream, flour and skimmed milk.

Now it is true that with the right type of exercise, you can increase your muscle mass, which does mean that more of the calories you eat will be used by your muscles than stored as fat. Fat stores will quite literally be diverted to fuel your muscles, so you will gain less fat because your muscles are hungry.  But this is a relatively small difference.  Even if you put on a lot of flesh, don't expect to be able to have a sneaky extra Mars a day just because you've got a bit of shape... You'll be lucky if the calorific difference amounts to more than half a slice of bread.

In his latest book, Taubes points to a survey carried out by Runners World, which charts the weight gain of several thousand American runners over a two or three year period, which came to the conclusion that:

Age-related weight gain occurs even among the most active individuals when exercise is constant. Theoretically, vigorous exercise must increase significantly with age to compensate for the expected gain in weight associated with aging.  Click here for the survey
And when you look at the significant increase they're talking about, you can expect to be running a half marathon a day by the time you're seventy if you want to keep thin through running.

In short, if you're going to work out like a cart horse, then your body is going to need to eat like a cart horse.  You simply cannot keep going if you consistently take in less energy than you need. you might lose weight in the short term, but your body will start to "eat" your own healthy muscle tissue, and then it will shut down the non essential operations, like keeping you well, repairing skin tissue and making your gums healthy.

I remember a couple of years ago in London, there was a poster campaign asking people to get off the bus a couple of stops early so that they could walk part of the way to work and lose weight. If you walk four blocks, you'll probably burn off half a banana's worth of exercise.  Isn't it just easier to ride in and skip the extra half banana? Because at some point during the day, you WILL eat that extra portion of food to make up for the calories you've lost.  Otherwise your body will just make you tired and lethargic because it will have to make up the fat deficit some other way.  So much for exercise giving you energy.

This is the great advantage of a low carbohydrate diet, and it's entirely why I'm doing this.  With a low carb lifestyle, you can eat as many calories as you need, but because very little of it is sugar based, your body allows the food you eat to be used as energy slowly, which means that far more on the plate in front of you is used rather than stored as fat. By traditional means of measure, my metabolism is now exceedingly fast, as I'm eating plenty, and not storing a single ounce of it as lard.

Finally.  A rule of thumb to remember:  I can't remember exactly who wrote this, but I read it at LowCarb Site  "Lose weight through diet. Tone up through exercise: I restrict the carbohydrates my diet to look good in my clothes.  I exercise to look good naked."

I'm not suggesting for one minute that I'll ever look good naked, but I certainly look better in my clothes these days!  All for now.  Believe it or not I'm off to the gym :)

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Choosing my addiction

It was only when I was on my third chocolate bar that I started to feel guilty about it.

It felt as if I'd woken up then, and looked at myself.  As if I'd sleep-walked up to that point with no real recollection of how I'd got there.  This was last Monday; a whole three months into my Low Carb plan and I'd cracked! A year ago this would have been no big deal.  I remember at one time actually stopping of at two separate shops, just so that the people serving me wouldn't do a double-take at all the chocolate I was buying....

Not that I was eating twenty bars at a stretch.  But I'd not think much about having maybe two or three bars on my drive home.  After a half-pound of jelly babies.  And maybe a can of Coke.

As I write this, I'm in the middle of a  full-on carbohydrate craving.  If anyone tells you that living Low-Carb is easy, then they've most likely not had much of an addictive personality. I'm not hungry because I've eaten plenty today, but: my mouth is watering, my stomach is churning, I feel listless and apathetic, I've been cold all day, and all I can think of is the notion that I could just pop in to a garage on the way home and pick up a pack of Maltesers. or a Snickers bar (or both) and ...  nobody would know.

I started smoking at 16, and I gave up when I was 19, 21, 25, 27, 32 and 36.  The last time was about the longest, but I still had the odd smoke. Usually when I was drunk enough not to care.  I think it's only in the last 6 months that I've been completely smoke free, and the other week is the first example I can think of where I saw somebody light up a Regal and didn't feel the urge to scrounge one.

I can honestly say that I've found giving up sweets and chocolate much harder than giving up the smokes.  Of everything I've given up recently I'd say alcohol was the easiest by a country mile.  I used to have a daily glass of cider just to celebrate being home, but now I don't even entertain the idea, and I don't miss it in the least..

But chocolate.  That's the thing for me.  And the sad fact is, I know how harmful it is.  I know what sugar does to my insides, how it gets stored as fat, and how it leads to diabetes and - well.  I like my feet and would much rather not have them amputated.   I'm really not ready to lose them just yet for the sake of a daily Cadbury's fix.  But it doesn't make it any easier.

It was grandma for me.  Her twice-weekly visits were always heralded by a bag of sweets. usually quite a big bag.  Pick and Mix from Woolworths!  She used to look after me a lot and I loved her to bits.  Over the years I've come to associate candy as part of affection, and affection as part of candy.

And that's exactly how it feels to go without.  It feels like - on some level - my treats have been taken away as if I'm being punished.  Which makes me feel bad.  After all, if even I don't let my inner child have the sweets it wants, then who else will?

So, beating the sugar addiction is a chore of unpicking the life-long relationship I've developed with treats.  I've got to completely re-learn how to reward myself, how to put something off. How to say no to myself without feeling it as a loss.  And it's also something I've got to do alone.

There are no AA programmes for sherbet craving. No methodone for people who can't face the night without a Crunchie.  As far as I know, there's no patch available to help me stop thinking about liquorice allsorts.  And when somebody tries to tempt me (with all the best intentions) all I can do is feebly remind them I'm "on a diet"

I'm NOT on a f**king diet!  I'm recovering from an addiction which you don't even know exists and the last thing I want to do is justify myself to yet another person who rolls their eyes in mock sympathy.

I'm no longer out to "lose weight." My weight can take care of itself.  What I'm doing now is more serious than that.  If you want to know more, I suggest you start with this excellent article by Gary Taubes  in the New York Times which discusses the toxicity of sugar.

PS - I did manage to drive home yesterday without giving in to the temptation. Every garage I passed, every corner store, was a fresh decision not to give in.  I'm still having to take this an hour at a time.  Right now I know that my colleague has left a Mars bar in the drawer.  But I'm NOT going to touch it.  I'm going to be like the good children in the famous Marshmallow Experiment and imagine it's not there.

Because I'm a good boy.  And I will be good.

Even if I don't get a treat today.

Monday, 11 April 2011

Getting out more, with Android

I've heard it said that today's smart phones have more processing power in them than the original Apollo capsules which sent people to the moon and back.  Well, I can understand that.  If they had, then maybe @neilarmstrong would have put his famous "giant leap for mankind" message on a tweet.

As phones are becoming more sophisticated, programmers are (eventually) becoming more imaginative. With the advent of Open Source development platforms for the Andriod phone, that list of things to do is only set to snowball

I'm not writing about the pros and cons of exercise and fitness today.  I will eventually though.  But for now, I just want to assume that you might use your phone to enjoy a sunny day and have fun.  There are apps out there which can help you get fit, have adventures and entertain your kids at the same tine, so I thought I'd share some of my favourites with you...
Checking out our the long range forecast for zombies...
Zombie, Run! is probably one of the best games on the market at the moment, and if you only download one new app this week, then make it this one.

Your neighbourhood is over-run by zombies, and you have to get to safety before they eat your brains!  Play in a wide open space for some mad-cap dashing around - or play in an urban area at night for a real panicked dash through the streets!

The zombies come in three flavours - Dawn of the Dead - shuffling pace. Night of the Living Dead - jogging pace, and 28 Days Later - sprinting pace.  (which is not even remotely survivable, by the way!)

The fun starts when you have to plan your route without waking the sleepers.  Too close and a zombie will start chasing you, and that's where you ave to start doubling back, dashing off course and generally doing your best to outsmart them before they make breakfast from the contents of your skull.

There's a multi-player mode which allows you to set up temporary shelters, and weapon caches also due soon. 
They're gaining on us!
Spectrek  is "an augmented reality fitness game for Android powered handsets", but it's a lot more fun than it sounds. The world is invaded by invisible ghosts, but fortunately, your phone is equiped with a special camera to see them, and a spectral net to capture them with!

This is also quite a lot of fun, as you charge round teh area of your choice, closing in on a radar blip, before flipping your phone up and zapping your target as it floats around in front of you.  Good fun for a mild night, although, to be fair it's not even remotely scary.

Your progress is rewarded by all kinds of upgrades and awards.  We found it just a little buggy, but that's largely down to the internal compass in teh Samsung Galaxy S being a little bit eratic at times. It's still great to see the pride on a small person's face as he/she bags their first spook!  Download fee - approx $4


Too late!  They have us!  Braaaaaains!

WorkSmart's Race Against Yourself is a paid add-on for their free Cardio Trainer, which is a must have for any outdoor runner/ cyclist/jogger/walker  who wants to do better than last week.  With a fantastic function of adding a "ghost" of your last performance, this application will let you know whether you're ahead of your previous time, or lagging behind. What's really clever about this is that it doesn't just compare where you are with an average of your last speed - it really does work out how you're doing moment by moment, keeping you updated on distance and time as often as you set it to do so.  When you're done it will also post your map and time to Facebook if you like, and it rather pointlessly also tells you how many calories you've used up.

For about $3 it's money well spent to anyone who can't afford a personal trainer.

In a few days I'll be returning to this subject with a little feature about using you phone for hunting buried treasure.  If you really can't wait to get hunting, I suggest you check out the real thing!  Enjoy!

Saturday, 9 April 2011

Beware the Child Catcher

Firstly, I would like to acknowledge the source of this blog post.  I first read about Dr Carol O'Neil at The Bionic Broad's Low Carb Site, (Click here for link)  which I would recommend to anyone interested in living a healthy lifestyle.  You'll find a permanent link to this site on my Blogroll.

In the UK, (and hopefully in much of the civilised world) there's a law that stops children from being abused by people they trust.  Scout leaders, for example, have to be checked and vetted before they can do their job.  As do teachers and classroom assistants.  If a physical relationship does occur between a minor and somebody in authority, then (if I understand it correctly) the penalty handed down by the judge is always far more severe.  (Unless the accused is a Free Mason, of course.  But let's not go there just yet.)

So, that's just how it works.  Authority figures have power over us. that's what being an authority figure means.  And it's a double edged sword.  We're happy to let these role models enjoy their time in the sun, as long as their standards of behaviour are far higher than we set ourselves.  One Premiership soccer player swears on a pitch and suddenly Coca Cola don't want to sponsor him any more.  It isn't good to be associated with harsh language.  (Not that they have any problem with being associated with union blocking, environmental damage and water table depletion, of course).  Similarly, a long line of soccer fans will quite happily  line up to boo and hiss at another player because he's... well, a player.  But how many of those fans have never risked a quick fumble on the back seat of their Mondeo while the old lady's been busy?

Sometimes we get cross about blatant abuses of power.  Such as when Carol Vordermann (famous in the UK for being a mathematical genius but without the bad teeth and acne) chose to advertise unsecured loans at a rate that would make even the bank of Portugal raise an eyebrow.  Or when Bono starts going on and on and on and on about ...  well, everything, really.

We don't mind people living the celebrity lifestyle.  In fact , we want certain people to do so so that we can enjoy the vicarious thrill of it all, but as soon as their behaviour becomes anything less than saintly, our "should know better" glands secrete bile and we all turn into paragons of righteous anger.

So you can imagine that Doctors are a very special breed indeed.  these are the people we trust.  And they have white coats to prove it. We trust them to make us better.  We even trust them to make decisions on what medication our children take. Seriously, I can't think of any single person I'd take that sort of life and death advice from.  Except anyone in a white coat.

A busy day at the University. 

Doctors are clever, right?  They study hard, they know their stuff.  Eight years to qualify, long hours.  We know the drill.  But that doesn't mean they can't be bought.  Or at least hired from time to time.  Remember our friend Dr Susan Jebb, who enjoys a media-friendly relationship with the Flour Advisory Bureau?  (Click here to see my original post on this)  Well, It seems that there are some out there who really don't worry about trivial things like the consequences of making misleading claims to the media, as they get a decent bank balance out of it.  And if a few kids get a bit fatter in the process... Well, hey.  It was going to happen anyway, right?  It's just a little PR.  And, well....  They're only kids.

Let's start with a baseline assumption.  I hope you're with me on this:  It's not healthy to give sweets and sugar to kids.  That's it.  I'm not saying you shouldn't.  I'm not saying you should never give candy to kids. (I bought both mine 100g of gummy bears today)  I'm just saying you should never try to kid yourself on that you're doing it for the good of their health.

The next part might shock you a bit.  Fruit juice isn't good for kids either.  It might be "bursting with sunshine goodness", but it's also packed full of sugars, as well as the fact that it will do nasty things to your acid balance.  Drink a couple of glasses of it with your breakfast Frosties and you've got a a sugar bomb which your body metabolism can only regulate by forcing all that sugar into your fat cells to get it out of your blood.  It's a bit like hiding dirty laundry under the bed when your mother calls round unexpectedly- It might not be the best way of dealing with it, but it's quick. This is why most commercial diets of any kind have such a downer on fruit juice. You really may as well sit and enjoy a bag of sherbet for all the good it will do you.

So - Related articles, then?

Well, for starters, there's a press release on this very medical looking page which tells us that people who eat sweets tend to have less risk of cardiovascular disease, a lower BMI, less waste circumference and generally tend to be happier people.  This little gem is brought to us, courtesy of the good Doctor Carol O'Neil.  And funded by the those awfully impartial scientists at the National Confectioners Association.  (USA)

Can we just inject a little sanity?  It's very cleverly worded, but it's still a devious and manipulative piece of cynical marketing in which a doctor has been wheeled in to add credibility to an argument which couldn't hold water if you coated it with sealing wax and plastic sheeting   It's very simple, folks:  People who are thinner tend to eat more sweets because they aren't worried about their weight and on a diet.  They tend to have a decreased risk of a heart attack, or a stroke, because they are thinner.  That's also why they tend to be happier: because they're slim enough to enjoy sweeties, while their obese counterparts are starving themselves on Slimfast shakes, hating themselves, and generally feeling like shit.

In a further related article, you can read here that our good friend Dr Carol O'Neil is keen to let us know all about the fantastic benefits that fruit juice has for our kids.  It's comforting to know that in this age of epidemic child obesity, there are still people who think we should be training our children to enjoy a daily sugar fix from a very young age.  How fortunate for us that the Juice Products Association was able to add their funding to this highly important community work.  And that the Doctor was kind enough to spread the word with interviews here, and here, and here, and here, and... etc.  Gosh! With so much media work tied to this research contract, you'd almost think the Juice Producer's Association had something to gain from all the publicity.

Seriously though.  What have I got against good old fruit juice?  Well... click here.  In a 100ml serving (that's 3.38 US Fluid oz) of a best selling brand of pure orange juice, there is 22g of sugar.  that's what, about four or five teaspoons full?  If your kids put that much sugar in their tea every morning, would you smile and nod?

Well, compared to the amount of sugar in a bowl of Frosties, for example, orange juice doesn't do too badly.  It's only 1/5th sugar, where as Fosties is 1/3rd sugar.  (Which means for every 100g serving you'll get 30g (six teaspoons) of sugar. click here for source )  But that doesn't stop Doctor O'Neil hitting the PR trail again, this time in research paid for by Kellogs, to state that kids really will get a better start to the day with sugary cereal than any other form of breakfast.

To be fair, the report did warn of the dangers of skipping breakfast - which is a major issue for many kids in deprived areas.  But seriously, it wouldn't hurt her to mention that there are better starts to the day for our little darlings than hyperglycemia.


Thursday, 7 April 2011

Not Yet, Minister


With apologies to Antony Jay and Jonathan Lynn

CAST:

SIR H   - SIR HENRY - A Civil Servant (See note)
SBAINES - SIMON BAINES MP – Minister of State for Health
CLIVE - CLIVE REDMUND – SIR Henry's PA

(NOTE - For international readers, Civil Servants are government employees. In this role Sir Henry is an adviser to the Health Minister. Unlike the system in the USA, Sir Henry will have worked in the same department for many years (often a lifetime). These staff are unelected but often highly politically aware, advising their political masters on policy for the good of the country. They will remain in office regardless of which party is voted into government, and are therefore seen as politically neutral. 

MP, by the way, stands for Member of Parliament.  These are our elected leaders.)

Background. This play is set six weeks after a general election, in which a new government minister has taken over and is starting to find his feet. However, he still has a lot to learn before he will be ready for the responsibilities of Office...

INT. DAY. AN OFFICE. THERE IS A HEAVY OAK DESK, ON WHICH IS A COMPUTER TERMINAL, AN INTERCOM UNIT, A PHOTOGRAPH OF MARGARET THATCHER AND A SMALL PILE OF PAPER AND BOOKS.

AT THE DESK IS A MAN IN HIS FIFTIES. IT IS SIMON BAINES MP.

*SOUND – A BUZZER. (SBAINES answers his intercom)

SBAINES: Ah, Henry, Can you come in a moment, please?
SIR H: Right away Minister.
(The door opens instantly. As if SIR H had been standing behind it the whole time)
SIR H: How may we help you Minister?
SBAINES: Yes, thank you, Henry. I'd like you to call a press conference. Soon as you like.
SIR H: Certainly, Minister. Will that be local, national -
SBAINES: Local?
SIR H : Forgive me, Minister, I was simply wondering at which level you would be addressing-
SBAINES: Well, bloody national, I'd say. International would be more like it.
SIR H: Very good, Minister. I'll notify Communications directly. Do you have your leak?
SBAINES: My what?
SIR H: Your leak sir? You did say you were planning to hold a press conference?
SBAINES: Yes that's right.
SIR H: In that case, Minister, it is traditional to share your report with the press.
SBAINES: I will. That's what the press release is for.
SIR H: Forgive me, Sir. But I'm afraid the press function at a rather different pace. They cannot report the news as it happens. That would be far too late.  They are simply too pressed for time.
SBAINES: Sorry?
SIR H: It's all about breaking the news, Minister. None of them can afford to be last, so to make things fair for all concerned, we provide brief summaries of the upcoming release. That way they can write their back stories, find sound-bites from opposition members, dig out some -
SBAINES: I'm sorry, Henry. Did you say we need to leak the press release so that the media can have a chance to let the other side drag it through the dirt before I've even announced it?
SIR H: Yes, Minister. That is precisely the case. Due to post-Wapping cutbacks, there simply aren't enough bodies to do all the research on the fly. And the public simply won't wait for them to get their homework done. The moment you stand up there to deliver your speech, the news must have already been written, editorialised, packaged and edited ready for the lunch time news.
SBAINES: (gloomy) I see.
SIR H: Excellent, Minister. Now, can you let me know what it will be about? We'll have Clive draft up a memo.(Calls behind him) Clive?
CLIVE (also enters impossibly quickly) Yes, Henry?
SIR H: Ah, Clive. Be a brick and take a memo would you? The Minister is feeding the pack.
CLIVE: Of course, Henry. (addresses SBAINES) What is it going to be about?
SBAINES: (frowns momentarily) The health of the nation.
CLIVE: (pulls out a very worn pencil and pad. Writes incredibly slowly) The... Health... Of...
SBAINES: (Impatient) The nation. Yes.
CLIVE: The... Nation.
SBAINES: Yes.
SIR H: And are we including Scotland, Minister?
SBAINES: Sorry?
SIR H: Scotland, Minister. Are we including it?
SBAINES: In what?
SIR H: The Nation.
SBAINES: Well. Yes. I should think. It is part of the nation, isn't it?
SIR H: (Slightly embarrassed laugh) Well that rather depends on which point one is attempting to make, Minister. We like to think of Scotland as ballast.
SBAINES: Sorry?
SIR H: Well, Minister. If we were addressing the rate of coronary heart disease in the country, we would be likely to quote figures which exclude the Scottish quota. But if we were making that too much money is being spent...
SBAINES: Quite.
SIR H: Indeed, Minister.
SBAINES: Well this is bigger than that, anyway. (gestures towards the small pile of books.) I've been reading.
SIR H: Really, Minister?
SBAINES: Well don't sound so bloody shocked. Here. Look at this (hands a book over to SIR H)
Do you know what it is?
SIR H: (Says nothing. Glances at the cover before turning it to show CLIVE. He and CLIVE exchange a knowing look)
SBAINES: Clearly you do know what it's about, otherwise you wouldn't be holding it as if it were a box of soiled nappies.
SIR H: Let us just say that we are not great fans of fiction, Minister.
SBAINES: Fiction my bloody arse! Have you actually read that book? Do you know what it says?
SIR H: Shall we agree to say, that I have been briefed on its contents, Minister?
SBAINES: (Points a finger at the book. Raises his voice) Then you'll know what this bloody press conference is going to be about!
SIR H: Ah.
SBAINES: Yes – “Ah!” It's all bloody lies, isn't it? Everything we've done/
SIR H: Well, that rather depends on your definition-
SBAINES: Like hell it does! Seven million people on statins! [3]
SIR H: That does make seven million people who aren't having heart attacks, Minister.
SBAINES: Saturated fat causing heart disease?
SIR H: (uncomfortably) It is rather the accepted wisdom, Minister.
SBAINES: Is it? (picks up another book and waves it in the air) Is that the same accepted wisdom that says eating five portions of fruit and veg a day will stop you getting cancer? Or that, if you want to get slim, you've got to stop eating fat and eat more fruit? Or the idea that the way to get our kids thin again is to get them playing more sport?
SIR H: They are rather entrenched...
SBAINES: They're bloody lies!
SIR H: Not exactly lies, Minister. More.... Outmoded information.
CLIVE: Pre molecular assumptions.
SIR H: Old Wives Tales
CLIVE: Traditional Folklore
SIR H: Part of the heritage
SBAINES: Utter crap! We've only been peddling this clap trap since the seventies! I want answers! I want the nation to know the truth.
SIR H: (nervous laugh) Surely, Minister. You're not planning to go... public with this?
SBAINES: I bloody well am. Remember MMR?
SIR H: Is that wise, Minister?
SBAINES: Of course it's wise! We're looking at thousands of avoidable deaths every year! We've got 3 million diabetics in the country, Henry. 400 new cases every day. And do you know how many of those are type 2?
SIR H: The actual number, Minister? I can have Clive -
SBAINES: 9 out of 10 of them! 90 percent! ALL avoidable – if we simply tell people the truth!
SIR H: (waits for calm to return) And if we told the truth, Minister. Who do you think they would blame?
SBAINES: What?
SIR H: I merely wonder, Minister, who you believe would be held to account?
SBAINES: Well – it depends how far back it goes, doesn't it? I mean whose idea was it to put six hundred and fifty thousand of our children on Ritalin? Do you know how many were on the same drug in 1990? Go on. Guess?
(there is a long pause.)
CLIVE: Half that?
SBAINES: Half? Go and Google it, man! It's what you do with everything else.
(CLIVE turns to walk out of the room)
SBAINES: Stay here man. I was being rhetorical.
CLIVE: Indeed, Minister.
SBAINES: If you must know, it was nine thousand..
CLIVE: Nine, Minister?
SBAINES: Yes. Nine thousand. Not ninety. That's a bit of a wow factor, isn't it? Seventy odd times higher. Now – for bonus points, how about you do some proper research?
CLIVE: Minister?
SBAINES: Sic million families sit down to Frosties for breakfast, Clive. I wonder how many it was back in 1990? Can you find out? I'll bet you my left show it was about seventy times less.
SIR H: Fewer.
SBAINES: What?
SIR H: Nothing, Minister. I was just thinking out loud.
SBAINES: Well thinking's what we've not been doing much of, by the look of things, Henry.
SIR H: Quite, Minister. But as I said before – we really do need to address the issue of culpability.
SBAINES: Well I blame the drug companies. And the blessed vitamin companies. And the so called Health food manufacturers. I suggest we string the lot of them up. I mean- whose idea was it to let drugs manufacturers sell to NHS trusts and advertise to patients in hospital wards?
SIR H: I'm afraid it's a little more complicated than that, Minister.
SBAINES: Yes. It would be.
SIR H: Minister. This is the Ministry of Health.
SBAINES: I'd noticed. It said so on the door.
SIR H: And it's our job to safeguard the medical interests of the nation.
SBAINES: Exactly.
SIR H: And for the last thirty years, we've been issuing information which has, in fact, turned out to unhelpful – perhaps even harmful – to the public.
SBAINES: No perhaps about it.
SIR H: Exactly, Minister. So I must pose the same question again – If we do decide to go public with this – exactly who will be held responsible?
SBAINES: Well, does it matter?
SIR H: When the public start asking who is to blame, Minister, the inevitable conclusion of that line of thought is – from whom should we claim?
(There is a pause)
SBAINES: Sorry?
SIR H: You can imagine the outcry, Minister. The press would have a field day.
CLIVE: They'd string us up
SIR H: They'd want their pound of flesh.  if you'll pardon the expression.
CLIVE: They'd want blood
SIR H: They'd want compensation.
(Another pause)
SIR H: All those bereaved families. They would be angry. They would fee... cheated.
SBAINES: Quite.
SIR H: And the credibility of the department... (looks at his shoes)
SBAINES: Yes...
SIR H: We would not... survive, Minister.
SBAINES: Yes.
(Another very long pause)
SIR H: And the information is already out there, Minister. It's not as if this is a greatly kept secret. Anyone can pop into their local library and pick these books off the shelves.
CLIVE: Yes. But we're working on that.
SIR H: Indeed. But in the mean time. We allow the information to be read whilst simultaneously issuing denials, and – of course- ridiculing, denying and alienating anyone who sticks their head... above the parapet., as it were.
SBAINES: Is that a threat?
SIR H: (warm smile) But of course not, Minister. I am just merely expressing a concern that it would be a great pity to see such a promising career cut short.
CLIVE: That's right, Minister. Nobody likes cuts.
SIR H: Shush, Clive.
CLIVE: Very good.
(Another long pause)
SBAINES: But it's all so bloody well... underhanded.
SIR H: It's government, Minister.
SBAINES: Yes. (pause) I suppose so.
SIR H: Shall I have these books taken out for you Minister?
(The longest pause at all. The sort of pause you could drive a bus though)
SBAINES: Yes. Alright, Henry.
SIR H: Very good, Minister. I suggest a cup of tea. You have the representative from Unilever in the foyer. Shall I send him through?

END

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Not the man I used to be

Now that I'm older, in severe danger of becoming a MAMIL.
That's a Middle Aged Man In Lycra.

We're quite a tragic sight, really. You'll spot us on any road side, red faced, unattractively sweaty, wheezing with lungs that still aren't quite sure how to function without the beneficial kick-start of 20 Marlboro Lights...

But its either that indignity, or worse; the grudging acceptance that life has passed us by, we're no longer in our prime and we're really not healthy young lads any more.

You see, to admit that, would be to admit the biggie: the very idea that our flirting days are behind us, and that we've not still "got it" after all...

Of course, I'm not saying that all men think that way. And I'll quite happily include myself in the list of men who would actually run a mile if the genuine prospect of a RUB (Random Unexpected Bonk) actually occurred, but that's not the point at all. The point is that, as long as we can entertain the slightest possibility that such a fantasy encounter might one day actually take place, we can still face world every day.

As British comedian, Lenny Henry put it- "I'm an optimist. I'm 50 years old, I live on my own, and I still wake up every morning with a stiffy."

So recently, as you know, I've fallen victim to the self same need for approval and self justification that drives all middle aged men to take up sports and activities which (to be honest) we were never really much good at even 20 years ago, back when we at least had the decency to look the part.

So, yet again, after vowing that I'd never run another step after leaving the army, I find myself pounding Tarmac again.

All well and good, you might think. But, as with so many things in life- it's a bit more complicated than that.

I don't know why, but I'm driven to overdo it. I'm sure it's a man thing. But what ever it is, it's as if I'm suffering from a compulsive disorder that's making me ignore sound medical advice, and my own common sense.

There's a way of getting back into running properly, and there's a way of injuring yourself... Guess which I'm working on? That's right- the one that starts with a 12 mile jog on Peak District trails in hiking boots and jeans.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Of course, I got away with it the first time. And the second. I made a big fuss because my time had dropped 10 whole minutes... But by the time I was ready for my mid week run (a conservative 4 miles) my right calf was more than ready to remind me that even if I have lost more than 40lb, it's been twenty one years since I was twenty one.

You see, I love the feeling of running. I adore that pseudo Highlander Quickening you get when your heart's pounding at your chest and your lungs feel like they're on fire... But my legs just aren't up to it. They need nurture. They need a gradual build up, and a 10% weekly increase. They need proper physio, or at least some decent stretching...

You see, I know all that. But it doesn't stop me trying to tear about like I used to when I actually could.

I don't know. Maybe I really am just daft. Maybe its muscle memory. All I know is that tonight was a perfect night for running. Deserted country roads, a mild night. Crystal clear star-peppered sky with a thin crescent moon, and from the top of the hill- sixty miles of view to the north and east over Barnsley and York.

But I'd gone less than a mile before I realised something was wrong. And within twenty minutes I was walking back the way I'd come. I had tried to take it slowly, just a walk-jog-walk... But since I didn't manage to stick to that great plan I had to settle for walk-limp-swear.

Anyway, I'll rest up another week or so, and then I'll try again. No doubt I'll have good intentions of gradually building up to distances I used to do before breakfast, but I'm pretty sure I'll be getting through plenty more ice and ibruprofen before the year's out.

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Dead Easy Low Carb Food 2 - Shroom Shoop

This one is proper easy as well, but it tastes great - if you like mushrooms.  It'll take half an hour including mucking about time.

Heinz Mushroom Soup is about 7% mushrooms.  This one laughs in the face of that and snogs its sister into the bargain.

What you need - 
About 300 - 400g (14 oz) Mushrooms  (some that are going past their best will be fine)
A small onion.  (Not like, tiny though.)
A good dessert spoon of butter.  then a bit more.
A really good glug of what ever oil you like (I used walnut oil)
2 ladles worth of double cream (heavy cream in the USA)
1 generous tablespoon of Full Fat Philadelphia, or some other cream cheese.
A bit of water. (sorry - a drop of water.)
Salt and Pepper.
A handful of something else.  Like ham. or celery, or bean sprouts (If you like)
A heavy bottomed pan that won't burn your food.
A hand blender and something to blend stuff in.
A wooden spoon.
A cooker.
Somebody to wash up.

What you do-
1 - Heat the butter and oil in the pan
2- Chop up and fry 3/4 of the mushrooms (Pick the worst ones.  Leave the best to later)
3 - Roughly chop the onion and bung it in.  Peel it first.
4 - Add some of that water.  You don't need to cover it in water.  Just enough to spread the heat around.
5 - Now is a good time for salt and pepper.
6 - You don't want to be over hot on this.  Half way heat is fine.
Step 6
 7 - Cover the pan.  Tidy up and get your salad ready. Chop the rest of the mushrooms. Come back to it in ten minutes.  Give it a stir during that time if you're bored.
8 - Pour half of the mix into a blender jar.  Use the hand blender on it quite thoroughly. (you should have a black mush)
Step 8
 9- LIGHTLY blend some of the rest of the stuff in the pan.  (so that you get a variety of sizes)
10 - Slop the stuff back into the pan on a LOW heat.  Add the mushrooms you've been chopping. Add a LITTLE more water.  More will appear in time.  Don't drown it.
step 10 - Sorry about the funny colour.  My phonecam doesn't like the kitchen lighting
 11 - Add what ever else you fancy. to make it Shroom and (insert the word of your choice)
12 - Cover and simmer for long enough for the new mushrooms (and what ever else) to soften nicely
13 - Remove from heat.
14 - Stir in your cream. Then stir in your cream cheese.
15 - Return to a VERY low heat (so you don't spoil your cream)
16 - Warm a bowl up (1 minute on its own in the microwave on full power,  per empty bowl)
17 - Ladle it out.
Ready to serve.  In the dark, preferably.  Looks awful tastes nice.
18 - Serves 2.  Get the other person to tidy up.