Intermittent Fasting

Have you ever done something and then subsequently found out it actually had a name?  It just happened to me in regard to my diet.  You see, I take advantage of an outdoor pool around midday to get in a half hour of swimming laps so that I get the 30-minute aerobic exercise that all the “experts” say keeps you healthy and spry.  But it takes me a half hour to walk there and another half hour to walk back to my digs, and I usually take another half hour dawdling around the pool, so in total it puts a pretty big dent, time wise, in the middle of my day.

It occurred to me last summer that with all this activity around noon, it would be pretty easy for me to just skip lunch.  It was a good idea since I had put on some weight and the nasty stuff was virtually impossible to be rid of any other way, so that’s what I did for the whole summer — swam laps at the outdoor pool but skipped lunch.   And damn if it didn’t work over time.  By the end of the summer, I was 16 pounds lighter and down a few notches on the old belt — not bad.

But here’s where the story takes an interesting twist.  I’m a member of a Facebook group that follows the plant-based diet espoused in Joel Fuhrman’s book Eat To Live.  So I happened to post in that group my good fortune in losing all that weight and the strategy I used by skipping lunch and even eating a very light breakfast.  One of the people who replied to the post said that it sounded to her like something called “intermittent fasting,” which was new to me.  So naturally I Googled “intermittent fasting” to find out what on earth she was talking about.

Now I don’t know about you, but I’m beginning to think that the Internet is actually — how should I put this? — god!  I mean you can ask it anything and it knows the answer, and it’s instantaneous.  Isn’t that godlike?  Sometimes when I’m typing in the question, the screen actually completes the last few words for me, thank you very much — that damn thing is reading my mind.  I mean really, who can actually do that consistently — the Net can.  I swear we haven’t created a monster in the Internet but we have replaced the Almighty.  The Net is just as smart, may be smarter.  It’s all knowing, all seeing, everything rolled up into one giant brain that never sleeps.  Humans had better watch  out; we are expendable.

Well, I digress.  When I Googled “intermittent fasting,” I wasn’t disappointed.  I could have read for the entire day.  There was an ocean of material about this dieting technique that I had never heard of — and I have read a lot on nutrition and dieting, over 100 books at least.  That’s a favorite subject of mine.   So I read may be a half-dozen Internet articles on intermittent fasting and came away, I think, with a pretty good layman’s understanding of the subject — thanks to god, the Internet.

Essentially, intermittent dieting targets the stored fat around the midsection.  That’s that inner tube everyone carries around the waist — for some it’s barely noticeable but for others it’s all you do notice.  Stored fat is kind of a legacy we have inherited from prehistoric man whose body evolved in such a way that it was efficient in storing fat so that when lean periods inevitably occurred, humans could count on their bodies to provide the necessary sustenance to make it through.

For prehistoric man, the body became efficient in storing fat for the sake of his survival.  The body uses food that is currently being digested as the immediate source of energy — not the accumulated stored fat.  As long as this digestion takes place, it will use the current food in the pipeline before it invades stored fat around the midsection.  It takes about 12 hours for a digestion cycle to complete from the moment one consumes a meal to when it is completely digested.

So for those 12 hours, the body avoids using stored fat around the midsection and instead uses the food that is being digested.  When times were flush for prehistoric man and there was ample food to eat, he would eat again well within that 12-hour window, and so the stored fat, instead of ever being used, would accumulate — until the next period of starvation when the body of our prehistoric relative, who was now not eating regularly, would need the stored fat for him to survive.

Fast forward to the present day.  Today, that 12-hour mark is the key to understanding intermittent fasting because it is only after the 12-hour digestion cycle that the body instead starts to invade stored fat around the midsection as its primary source of energy, just as it would have for prehistoric man during periods of starvation.  So, here’s the thing, any hours after 12 hours from your last meal until your next meal is pure gold for  reducing stored fat, that inner tube around your midsection.  In fact, it is only after those 12 hours have expired that stored fat is ever used by the body.

So you can see the propensity of our society to get bigger and bigger around the waist because we are constantly eating, and so the modern body has perpetual digested food coursing through it — so there is never a let up in digestion and never a time the body selects instead to use stored fat for energy instead of digested food.

In response to this dilemma, intermittent fasting takes a very unusual approach to dieting.  It is not about how much you eat, as it is about WHEN you eat.  It exploits that 12-hour milestone when active digestion has stopped.  I don’t actually have a total understanding of the science involved, but have gleaned the fact that when digestion and insulin are high, the use of stored fat by the body is low; and when digestion and insulin are low, the use of stored fat is high.  That’s the formula to remember, plus the very important 12-hour milestone.

The people who practice intermittent fasting have their own hieroglyphics.  You see things like 18:6 or 20:4 or 23:1 or OMAD (“one meal a day”).   The first three, the ones with colons, indicate with the first number the hours the person is fasting and with the second number the hours eating.  So someone who is practicing 20:4 is fasting for 20 hours and eating for 4.  Notice the real benefit from a 20:4 approach based on the above description of that pivotal 12-hour milestone when digestion stops and stored fat burning begins.  20 minus 12 equals 8 hours.  That means that person has been burning stored fat around the midsection for 8 hours — not bad, especially when compared to most Americans who eat 3 or more meals every day and really never ever get beyond the 12-hour mark, so they never burn any stored fat.

Then there is the warrior class of people who do intermittent fasting.  These are the ones who go for days on end without eating.  Frankly, that’s not for me — I like food too much.  And for someone who doesn’t eat anything for multiple days, I really don’t know where beneficial intermittent fasting ends and anorexia begins, and I don’t want to know.  But I think the majority of the people who do this type of “dieting,” start with OMAD and get their weight down to where they would like it to be (for me, that’s not skinny, but just a little overweight), and then they downshift to 18:6, which is a pretty easy regimen of just skipping breakfast and having a latish lunch — piece of cake (sorry, I had to say it).

The sad fact is that today 1 in every 3 Americans is obese.  The 12-hour mark is the reason why.  Those Americans eat again well before they ever get close to 12 hours from their last meal, so they never do burn any stored fat.  So when will it be 1 out of every 2 Americans?  Unfortunately, when it comes to excessive weight gain, evolution, which has made the body very efficient at storing fat, is not on our side.  But intermittent fasting may be the answer.

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Chrysler and Fire-escape

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Time Travelers

I walked past a couple in Portsmouth, N.H.  They had just stepped out of a time machine.  She was dressed like a 1920’s Flapper, with a billowing dress and an interesting, roundish hat fit snug, and he was dressed to the nines, with red suspenders, elegant patent leather shoes, a bow tie, and a straw Boater hat.  Could have been F. Scott and Zelda themselves.  They were clearly on their way to an event from another era entirely, but just walking along like everything was completely normal, as cool as a cucumber.

Portsmouth has a large complex called the Strawbery Banke, which imitates what an 18th-century colonial settlement would look like — I guess spelling has evolved quite a bit since then.  You go through all these historic houses, see how the interiors looked like way back when, and witness the people inside wearing suitable attire for that period.  Somehow, I just knew instinctively that the Flapper and her bow were headed to the Banke, back into the time machine.

Philosophers will tell you that the past and the future, for that matter, are not real — they are illusions.  We only actually live in the present moment, and the present moment is all there has ever been for anyone who has ever experienced life.   From the moment you are born until the moment you die, you always and only exist in the present moment — you exist nowhere else.   You may think of something that happened in the past, but even this thinking is still only in the present moment.  So you are a captive of the present moment, like it or not.  But granted that is an absolute truth — that we are chained to the present moment — it is a pleasant illusion that one might choose to go back in time to another era.

I know where I would go.  I’d like to be a senator in 2nd century A.D. Rome when Hadrian became emperor, which was the height of the Roman Empire, some 40 years before plague reared its ugly head in Rome under Emperor Marcus Aurelius — be careful what you wish for.  In all of recorded history, where would you go and who would you like to be?

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Captivated, Washington Square Park

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Little White Butterfly

Psst, between you and me,
I pretend the little white butterfly,
It’s really you!

Flutters about me in a protective way,
With the lightest of touch.

I know what it’s trying to say:
I love you still – forever — very much.

I know you cannot hear me true,
But I do too – you — oh so much.

All Poetry — Henry Barnard

 

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A Roman

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Do You Know Squirrels? Do They Know You?

Have you ever taken the time to observe squirrels?  Perhaps this is one of the benes retirees are heir to.  I frequently go to a park with a good book, and while away an hour or so.  I take a pocket full of cashews along with me.  The cashews are not for me, though.

There are several types of squirrel: the grey squirrel, the fox squirrel, the red squirrel, the ground squirrel, and the flying squirrel are the most common in the United States, but there are actually some 40 squirrel subspecies.  I’m most familiar with the grey squirrel, although I think the pixie red squirrel is cuter.

If you have actually observed squirrels, then you know where the expression “squirrel away” comes from.  These little beasts are quite prudent when it comes to warding off starvation.  When they have had enough to eat — as in eating a handful of my cashews — they will take the extra nut, dig a shallow hole with their front paws, and hurriedly cover it up so that no other squirrel takes note of their buried treasure.  In other words, keeping a little aside for a rainy day, so to speak.

When you toss a piece of a cashew nut — not the whole cashew — on the ground, a squirrel will locate it hidden in the grass, not by seeing it, but by smelling it.  Like dogs, they have an extraordinary sense of smell.  And when there are no more bits and pieces of cashew on the ground to eat, they will give the ground a good once over — sniffing — to make sure they haven’t missed anything.  They are first-rate sniffers.

Once they have the bit of cashew in their mouth (they can manage to hold multiple pieces in their mouth at once), they sit back on their back leg in an upright posture with their two front paws together holding the nut as they bite into it and chew away.  This posture  looks like nothing so much as someone at a church kneeling and praying  with their hands folded together — except that the squirrels aren’t praying but eating non stop — and fast.  The squirrel takes extremely quick bites until that piece of cashew is no more, and you sense it is always on the alert.

Why the hurry, do I hear you ask?  Well, it turns out that the squirrel is prey to quite a number of other animals including: hawks, owls, eagles, magpies, ravens, shrikes, skunks, weasels, martens, minks, badgers, wolverines, foxes, coyotes, wolves, bobcats, lynxes, cougars, black-footed ferrets, black and grizzly bears, domesticated cats and dogs, snakes of many sorts, possums, and humans.  If you had this many predators, wouldn’t you be a nervous eater, too?  I would.  And squirrels aren’t just nervous eaters, but nervous in general with the motto, if in doubt, I’m am vamos! — up the nearest tree in a flash.  They don’t hang around to see if you are one of the friendlies — they’re gone before you know it.

Back to my park and my squirrels.  I say my squirrels because I’ve been going to this park for a while now and some of the squirrels actually recognize me as the cashew guy — their cashew guy.   When I show up, I’ll be sitting their minding my own business reading when I suddenly become aware of a presence, a squirrel braving tentative steps in my direction because he knows who I am and that I carry with me a treat — the squirrel actually recognizes me.   I say their cashew guy because that first squirrel to show up will try to run off other squirrels who try to horn in on the party — squirrels are very territorial that way, unless you are talking about a mate.  Mates are OK, they will share with their mates, but everyone else they will try to run off by trying to bite them.  So not the sharing kind, squirrels.

Apart from being incredibly acrobatic — going up absolutely vertical climbs or racing sure-footed across long telephone lines or fences, squirrels can also be downright hilarious.  Their game of choice is chasing one another, and they can do it for quite a while when they really get into it.  I suppose you have to do something with all that cashew energy when you prey on retirees like me.

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Different Types of Squirrel in the US

Predators of Squirrels

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Alfred, Is That You? — Alley Wall Art

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Alfred Hitchcock

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The First Eye

Light from the sun created the first eye.
Millions, perhaps billions, of years ago,
A creature evolved a light sensitive set of cells,
And so emerged from sightlessness.

This creature had an advantage over its blind competitors,
Which led to the breeding of offspring with the same mutation.
So it was the lit world became visible.
Let there be light also meant seeing the light,
Not just groping in the dark.

So, now, millions, perhaps billions, of years later,
Many creatures are endowed with highly evolved eyes —
Eyes that, furthermore, can see deep into the universe with telescopes
Or deep into the once invisible, microscopic world with microscopes.

Our vision has become transcendent over time,
One of the great achievements of the species on Earth,
Having evolved from a brutish, dark world
Where there was light, but no sight.

All Poetry — Henry Barnard

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Skipping Shadow

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