did.
Matt was right. As were Mr. Fizer and Albert Einstein. I'm always making things too complicated. I have the same problem in math, as Matt well knows--I want to take the long way around a problem, when sometimes there's a much shorter, more elegant answer. Sometimes all I have to do is cut out a few extra steps and I'm there.
So I made a few simple adjustments:
A. Rules:
1. Subject may eat only the kinds of foods that would have been available to early hominins. This means nothing as few processed, manufactured, chemically altered, or preserved foods as Possible.
Once I did that, everything else still fit. I don't have to eat exactly what the hominins ate, I just need to stick to foods in the categories that they had back then: fruits, vegetables, grains, beans, nuts, meat. And I can make sure I'm eating modern foods in the simplest, least processed form possible--brown rice instead of white rice, whole wheat flour instead of all-purpose white--that sort of thing.
Plus this way I can make things like pizza for my little brother instead of forcing my family to live off of roots and grubs.
I'm sure I would have seen that eventually. I didn't technically need Matt's stupid comment. It was just a matter of timing. And what was he doing butting in anyway? He doesn't even know what my project is about. He should be worrying about his own project instead of coming over and bothering me.
I took my revised proposal to Mr. Fizer. He reread the whole thing, then nodded. "Proceed."
I caught Matt's eye. And this time he looked away first. Fine with me. If he was expecting me to come over and apologize or thank him for spurring me to a solution, forget it.
I don't care if he thinks he did me the biggest favor in the world today. It's going to take a lot more than that.
20
A s soon as I walked into work , my mom sent me right back upstairs. Her registered-dietician friend, Jackie, had a cancellation and could see me if I came right away.
I wasn't really sure how it was going to go. I sort of stumbled and stammered my way through an explanation of the project, half expecting her at any point to jump in and be just as skeptical as Nancy and my mother had been.
Instead Jackie smiled. "Great. I love it." "You do?"
"I do."
"Wow."
"I wish more people would decide to ditch the garbage," Jackie said. "All that junk we put into our bodies--we weren't designed to process that kind of food."
And she wasn't even talking about chips and ice cream.
"It's the artificial sweeteners," she said. "They're the worst--soaddictive. I've had clients who had actual drug withdrawal symptoms--sweating, shaking, nausea, vomiting, memory problems. They just didn't realize how powerful those chemicals are.
"And then there's all the high-fructose corn syrup in everything," Jackie said. "It's like pouring sugar into your gas tank--the engine stops running after a while."
She also liked that I've given up dairy, even though I confessed how much I miss cheese. And butter. But mainly cheese.
"The payoff is you're going to notice your stomach is a lot happier," Jackie said. "You won't have nearly as many digestive problems. And I wouldn't be surprised if your acne starts clearing up--both the dairy and the sodas have probably made that much worse. We'll monitor it."
"That would be a nice bonus," I said. "So how long do you think it's going to take? I mean before I start feeling any different?"
"You'll notice some of it right away," Jackie said. "Your energy level should really start improving. And the cravings will get less and less every day. Internally, though, it takes longer--about six weeks for your liver to finish processing all the chemicals and sugar that are already in there. But don't worry, everything's going to clean itself up. The body responds well once you give it nutritious food."
I've noticed something weird about people who work at the hospital. Even though you'd think they know better--or at least that they know they should set a
Matt was right. As were Mr. Fizer and Albert Einstein. I'm always making things too complicated. I have the same problem in math, as Matt well knows--I want to take the long way around a problem, when sometimes there's a much shorter, more elegant answer. Sometimes all I have to do is cut out a few extra steps and I'm there.
So I made a few simple adjustments:
A. Rules:
1. Subject may eat only the kinds of foods that would have been available to early hominins. This means nothing as few processed, manufactured, chemically altered, or preserved foods as Possible.
Once I did that, everything else still fit. I don't have to eat exactly what the hominins ate, I just need to stick to foods in the categories that they had back then: fruits, vegetables, grains, beans, nuts, meat. And I can make sure I'm eating modern foods in the simplest, least processed form possible--brown rice instead of white rice, whole wheat flour instead of all-purpose white--that sort of thing.
Plus this way I can make things like pizza for my little brother instead of forcing my family to live off of roots and grubs.
I'm sure I would have seen that eventually. I didn't technically need Matt's stupid comment. It was just a matter of timing. And what was he doing butting in anyway? He doesn't even know what my project is about. He should be worrying about his own project instead of coming over and bothering me.
I took my revised proposal to Mr. Fizer. He reread the whole thing, then nodded. "Proceed."
I caught Matt's eye. And this time he looked away first. Fine with me. If he was expecting me to come over and apologize or thank him for spurring me to a solution, forget it.
I don't care if he thinks he did me the biggest favor in the world today. It's going to take a lot more than that.
20
A s soon as I walked into work , my mom sent me right back upstairs. Her registered-dietician friend, Jackie, had a cancellation and could see me if I came right away.
I wasn't really sure how it was going to go. I sort of stumbled and stammered my way through an explanation of the project, half expecting her at any point to jump in and be just as skeptical as Nancy and my mother had been.
Instead Jackie smiled. "Great. I love it." "You do?"
"I do."
"Wow."
"I wish more people would decide to ditch the garbage," Jackie said. "All that junk we put into our bodies--we weren't designed to process that kind of food."
And she wasn't even talking about chips and ice cream.
"It's the artificial sweeteners," she said. "They're the worst--soaddictive. I've had clients who had actual drug withdrawal symptoms--sweating, shaking, nausea, vomiting, memory problems. They just didn't realize how powerful those chemicals are.
"And then there's all the high-fructose corn syrup in everything," Jackie said. "It's like pouring sugar into your gas tank--the engine stops running after a while."
She also liked that I've given up dairy, even though I confessed how much I miss cheese. And butter. But mainly cheese.
"The payoff is you're going to notice your stomach is a lot happier," Jackie said. "You won't have nearly as many digestive problems. And I wouldn't be surprised if your acne starts clearing up--both the dairy and the sodas have probably made that much worse. We'll monitor it."
"That would be a nice bonus," I said. "So how long do you think it's going to take? I mean before I start feeling any different?"
"You'll notice some of it right away," Jackie said. "Your energy level should really start improving. And the cravings will get less and less every day. Internally, though, it takes longer--about six weeks for your liver to finish processing all the chemicals and sugar that are already in there. But don't worry, everything's going to clean itself up. The body responds well once you give it nutritious food."
I've noticed something weird about people who work at the hospital. Even though you'd think they know better--or at least that they know they should set a
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