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The “Diets Don’t Work” Myth & Warrior Feasting, Part 1 by Mark Hatmaker

 

I chose a happy photo to counter the vibe of the extract at the end.

We provocatively begin by calling the statement, “Diets Don’t Work” complete and utter bullshit.

As a matter of fact, the statement is historically insulting. [Stay with me, we’ll get there.]

Now, some who follow the fashion of a this or that “Well, here’s how I eat” regimen “And it w-o-r-k-s!” will likely agree with me and perhaps hold their breaths to see if by the end of this essay I wind up giving a yea or nay vote to their current food religion.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won’t.

Yeah, likely I won’t.

Let us begin by deconstructing the erring statement: Diets Don’t Work.

If we consider it for a mere five-seconds, long enough to allow the absurdity of it to dissipate we realize Diets Don’t Work is one of the most mind-numbingly silly things that can be uttered by a sentient being.

If you are reading this, I presume you are alive.

If you can decipher the words on the screen—then we have evidence that one is receiving enough nutrients to the brain to process information.

The state of being alive and engaging sensory systems in the world requires fuel—that fuel is your food intake, be that rice cake or carrot cake.

Whatever you consume over the course of a day is your diet.

I repeat, a diet is what you consume to remain a living, breathing, functioning human being.

If you stop consuming sustenance—be it protein smoothies, porterhouse steaks or Atkins bars you will waste away and cease to be.

So, apparently diets do, indeed, work.

OK, Mark, I see where you’re going, you got me on a technicality. What we all mean is, reducing diets don’t work.”

Assuming you agree with the imaginary rebuttal, let us define further.

If by “Reducing diets don’t work” we presume that to mean something along the lines of…

 I did keto, I did vegetarian, I did the sauerkraut diet [insert swallow-this-not-that fad du jour here] and, sure, I lost a few pounds up front and then I gained it all back, so whatcha got to say about that, Brother?”

To that I would respond, the initial loss was during the time of greatest dietary attention—the plateau or gradual re-gain commenced when attention/discipline flagged.

When we reach plateaus or regain weight there is often a temptation to “Get back on the horse” and that often takes the form of doubling down on the current attentional diet or switching to a new swallowing superstition to see “If this one is the one.”

After a few cycles of plateaus and/or regaining weight, we find research to support the contention “That diets don’t work” and allow that to salve our souls, to eat into our resolve like a rational acid that excuses a state of health that is simply scientifically beyond our control due to the vagaries of the Hormonal Gods.

I get that frustration. I get that disappointment. I get the turn to the evaluation that Diets Don’t Work and it is simply out of your hands. Those love handles are simply luck of the draw. It’s not my fault.

Curses, Universe! Curses!

But, again, does this assertion hold evidentiary water?

Let us look to the most horrible unethical natural experiment ever conducted to show that the statement “Diets don’t work” is utter bullshit.

Not only is it bullshit—it is insulting bullshit.

First—Calories in, calories out.

This is fundamental to how weight-loss occurs.

Decrease the caloric intake, increase the energy expenditure and reduction WILL occur.

No ifs, ands, or buts.

Now, there will be some who will say, “Not me man, I’ve tried everything, and I simply cannot lose any weight, or at the most I can lose 5 pounds and then I simply get stuck.”

I hear ya…now, on to that horrible natural experiment.

[I will not provide photos here, they are sadly too easy to find but search them out if one is unconvinced.]

Dredge your memories for images of the survivors of Nazi Concentration camps.

See the cadaverous humanity that stared hollow-eyed at cameras in Auschwitz, Dachau, Buchenwald and all the other locations that are shames on humanity.

I challenge you to find the “hormonally challenged” figures. Find the big-boned ones. Find the figures still plump with baby-fat.

Camp internees came from all over Europe, from many cultures and statistically the representation of human variety would have been imprisoned. That is, tall people, short people, men, women children, and, of course plump people.

And yet…the photos reveal no persistent plumpness despite the “ineffectual” reducing diet.

Picture yourself saying to an individual in one of these images, “Diets don’t work.”

[The following is from “Experiences in a Concentration Camp” by survivor Viktor Frankl.]

During the latter part of our imprisonment, the daily ration consisted of very watery soup given out once daily, and the usual small bread ration. In addition to that, there is the so-called “extra allowance,” consisting of 3/4 of an ounce of margarine, or of a slice of poor quality sausage, or a little piece of cheese, or a bit of synthetic honey, or a spoonful of watery jam, varying daily. In calories, this diet was absolutely inadequate, especially taking into consideration our heavy manual work and our constant exposure to the cold and inadequate clothing. The sick who were under “special care”-- that is, those who were allowed to lie in the huts instead of leaving the camp for work-- were even worse off.

“The last layer of subcutaneous fat had vanished, and we looked like skeletons disguised with skin and rags, we could watch our bodies beginning to devour themselves. The organism digested its own protein, and the muscles disappeared.”

Although it seems churlish after that example allow me to repeat, if you decrease the caloric intake, increase the energy expenditure reduction WILL occur.

It was not vegetarianism—sausage in the diet. Cheese in the diet.

It was not carb avoidance—Jams, synthetic honey.

It was caloric reduction coupled with energy expenditure.

Notice, that those left to “lie in huts” were worse off.

Evidence that the organism seems to require exercise even in the most punishing of conditions.

Now, of course, none of us--NONE wishes to repeat this experiment but…

Surely, we can give up the insulting nonsense of “Diets don’t work.”

OK, Mark, I hear ya. I reckon diets do work, but short of starving myself to death is there a diet I can use to sensibly drop pounds and keep them off? Hell, it’d be nice to be happy while I was doing it, ya know, not feel like I’m depriving myself.”

Well, there is great news—the Answer, there is a way.

[In Part 2, we move from the somber to the joyous where we learn how to reverse-engineer our own idiosyncratic diets into wise weight reduction, and we do so not by adhering to some restricting “Eat this, not that!” nonsense.

We will do all this with The Warrior Feasting Ethos in mind that allows us to “Take care of the Baby” and “Show up for work” all while enjoying your life. Part 2, will be released only to our free newsletter subscribers.

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