Food for Thought

I have never been a big-time environmentalist.  Now, I believe it’s important to protect the air and water from irresponsible dumping of toxins by industry but I’m also not afraid of chemical and even nuclear materials just because they are hazardous.  We have the technology to harness many of these materials without poisoning ourselves.  So, I’m not a disciple of people like RFK Jr. and I have nothing but scorn for the climate change alarmists like that demented dwarf Greta Thunberg.

But looking around at the state of human health in the year 2024 AD I’m forced to admit that modern life has become extremely unhealthy.  The proportion of the population that is overweight (or even morbidly obese!) is shockingly high.  There is something very wrong with how we live.  So, to the extent that someone is calling attention to this dangerous situation I have to give credit where credit is due.

Over the course of the last fifty years many American presidential administrations have declared “war” on various health threats; cancer, heart disease, Alzheimer’s Disease, you name it.  But the truth is all we ever achieved was to fund government sponsored research facilities that never produced anything approaching actual cures.

But what seems to be clear is the sedentary lifestyle we now lead is killing us.  And not only that, but even before we’ve been finished off by the fat, we are unhealthy and unhappy.  It’s obvious that this situation is the product of more than just one aspect of modern life.  It is caused by the way that we live together (or rather apart), it’s caused by the way we raise our children, how we spend our time and it has to do with how and what we eat.  Almost every aspect of our lives has become less healthy than it was a hundred years ago.

Let’s start by looking at how we live.  A hundred years ago we lived in towns and cities.  But from the smallest village to the largest metropolis people had actual neighborhoods.  Their kids had places to play together.  The children’s mothers could keep an eye on the youngest children while they played together and at least made sure that the older ones were theoretically safe among friends while they roamed the neighborhood looking for some kind of a ballgame to play.  But at least they were outside getting a substantial amount of exercise, instead of just sitting around the house.  Compare that to modern suburbia where most kids now grow up.  Most homes aren’t adjacent to each other on a sidewalk so the kids are isolated from each other and need a parent to bring them to a friend’s house or a playground.  No one walks anywhere.  We sit in our cars.  But there aren’t any parents around to drive them anyway.  Their mothers are now full-time employees of some corporation.  The kids instead spend their time inside the house playing video games on their “phone” and eating whatever snack food has been left around the house to sedate them.  This leaves them lonely, socially inept and obese.

And what happens to these kids when they grow up.  If they’re lucky enough to get jobs it’s probably in a cubicle where they’ll get no exercise other than walking to a cafeteria once or twice a day to eat a highly processed meal made from some combination of high fructose corn syrup, hydrogenated fat and cardboard.  To be perfectly fair I think we’re actually surviving this regimen better than should be expected.  Laboratory rats are given a more humane existence than what we have relegated ourselves to.

The solution to our problems is some combination of reclaiming the family and urban planning.  We need to get women back to raising children.  And we need to build communities that allow neighborhoods to exist for the majority of people.  As far as food, a meaningful analysis of the health risks for processed foods should be scientifically run.  I think forcing the CEOs of food manufacturing corporations to ingest their own products should be stringently applied and the impact on their health and longevity carefully studied.  But in addition to that meaningful guidelines should be published and warning labels should be affixed to the packaging of any of the most dangerous products.

And I think we all need to start walking a lot more.  And if we had a neighborhood to walk in, we’d even probably have to talk with our neighbors more than once a year.  And if we did that, we might even talk about all the problems around town and what we want done about them instead of just complaining about the politicians we don’t bother to vote for.

What would it take to make these changes?  A great majority of Americans would have to want these changes and then they’d have to elect leaders who cared whether we live or die.  So, of course, none of these things will ever happen.  Instead think of how you can make these things happen for yourself and your children.  You would have to marry a woman who wants to raise her children from home.  Then you would have to work hard enough to afford this “luxury.”  Then you would have to buy a house in a town or city that still had safe neighborhoods.  And finally, you would have to do research to make healthy choices with respect to food and lifestyle (exercise).

That’s a tall order.  But it’s food for thought.

Updates:

Milo Mindbender commented:

There is a meme regarding the fact the there comes a “last day to play with your friends” and you will not know that it happened until afterwards.
My generation circa 65, mostly stock, some aftermarket parts installed played outside, drank hose water, had fewer than 10 channels of TV, watched bugs Bunny drop anvils, yosemite sam carry guns, and a coyote chase a road runner forever without success. We knew what we couldn’t do in real life, and was cartoon, but we played anyway.
We were taught about a food pyramid that actually looked more like a finishing diet for hogs, ate what we wanted, rode our BMX bikes everywhere, and had no guilt about global affairs.
Children today are gifted with generational guilt by their parents, teachers, and both public and social media. We crushed them before they developed into functional beings, added out phobias, and psychosis to the mix, and to make ourselves as a society feel better plastered over the cracks with SSRI type meds to conceal we were trying to adult the children before they were ready for it.
Similar to a vegan cat, or a teams toddler we were ready to teach the youth that they were recipient of a bounty they didn’t deserve and needed to be guilty as charged, my children were not allowed video games, and they were teenagers before we got Internet or a computer. They grew up gloriously feral, and are now still relatively socially maladjusted, but healthy physically, if not mentally according to society. They got home cooked meals, and played outside weather permitting, with no siren call of cable to keep them indoors, there was less off a fight to get them outside. My grandchildren are sofar following the same direction and I don’t feel that this is a bad thing. Feral children are more interested in the world around them that sedated, and electronically stimulated zombie children can be, because they look at and into what’s around them instead of the screen.

War Pig commented:

The preservation of foods was a great boon which allowed us to eat fruits and veggies year round and curing meat greatly extended its edible life. But overprocessing said food, especially the junk ingredients used to do it are most of the problem. Bread used to be flour, milk or water, yeast, a dab of sugar to get the yeast happy and maybe butter. And we kept the starter for our sourdough around as sourdough bread is good for us. Now I read the ingredients on bread and cannot pronounce most of them. My brother’s wife has the starter grandma used. She divided it and distributed it out among the family before she passed. Supposedly it came from Germany with our ancestors in 1820 or so. How old it really is, is unknown. It may be well over 200 years.

Selling the Magic Pill

Not satisfied with inventing a diabetes drug that makes healthy women lose a little weight, the pharma companies are now looking for a drug that mimics the benefits of exercise.

Various approaches are being pursued.  One hormone that has shown promise is irisin.

“In 2012, scientists discovered a hormone called irisin that is released by muscles during exercise – a messenger chemical that communicates with various parts of the body. In November 2023, Wrann and her colleagues demonstrated that irisin can reach the brain and clear the toxic amyloid plaques involved in Alzheimer’s disease, a big breakthrough in understanding how exercise helps shield the brain from dementia.”

It is also believed to modulate bone growth and density and prevent loss of muscle mass.

But of course, why take a careful, reasonable subject for pharmaceutical investigation when instead you can just go Vlad the Impaler on it.

“Because scientists are still unsure which exercise hormones are the most beneficial, the ExPlas trial is taking a broad approach. Injecting blood plasma from people who exercise regularly is a simple way of transferring all these potentially beneficial hormones to patients. “The Norwegian idea is to take the plasma as the drug and give it to those who need it,” says Wrann.”

Well, sure.  Let’s drain the blood out of the young and use it to keep the centenarians alive forever.  I can just see it.  Nancy Pelosi spends some fraction of her hundreds of millions of dollars of ill-gotten insider trading gains to have the blood of virgins pumped into her.  While she’s at it why not give her a skin transplant from some poor young woman who “accidentally” dies while participating in a beauty contest on Jeffrey Epstein’s Fantasy Island now under new CIA-mediated management.

I think we’ve reached terminal stupid.  And I say this as one of the dumbest people I know.  All these physiological and metabolic studies keep demonstrating that doing natural things like getting enough sleep and exercising moderately or even just taking a walk produce all these incredible benefits that surpass by orders of magnitude the benefits of all these pharmaceuticals and without the side effects.  They pump people, even children, with psycho-active drugs to combat the depression that is caused by the horrible lifestyles we’ve created but don’t care that the drugs make people zombies.

We sit around watching tiny screens and don’t talk to each other or walk with each other and certainly don’t go out and play sports or even get together for a meal.  At least going to the gym or your basement and doing some calisthenics and going for a walk in a park three times a week won’t have the side effect of increasing your desire to commit suicide.

The FDA is a rogue government agency.  Instead of policing the pharma companies it is their co-conspirator.  A new agency needs to be created with the mandate to review the drug safety and efficacy records for the last fifty years and eliminate all of the really harmful medicines that exist.  And while they’re at it they could contract out studies with teaching hospitals to test out non-pharmaceutical regimens for various medical conditions.  And they could concentrate on the effects of diet and exercise on human beings.  The AMA should also be forced to police its membership who should spend some reasonable amount of their busy day convincing their patients to get off their fat butts and stagger around the office park at lunch hour instead of going down to Taco Bell for another three thousand calorie lunch.

Now I’m twice as guilty as the next guy.  But I at least admit it’s my own damn fault.  And I have it from the highest sources in the pharma industry that many of the miracle drugs that are supposed to counteract the ravages of our diet and exercise malpractice do more harm than good.

If the smart boys in the labs ever did figure out a pill that kept us young and fit forever without horrific side effects, I’d be the first one in line to get my dose.  But they won’t.  That’s not how the universe works.  Things like the endocrine and immune systems in our bodies are so much more complex than what we’ve so far deciphered and each component mediates so many separate responses that the tinkering that biologists and pharmacologists do is closer to voodoo than science.  Maybe after artificial intelligence has had a century to stew in human biology, we might see some progress.  But all of us will be long gone.  So, get out the weights and put down the chimichanga and forget about the magic bullet.

The baby boomers want to be young and cool forever.  Their time is running out.  What they should be doing is figuring out how to exit with at least a little bit of class.

How to Fail at Almost Everything and Still Win Big: A Book Review

Scott Adams is best known as the creator of the Dilbert comic strip.  In the 1990s and 2000s it was one of the most widely read and enjoyed parts of the common culture.  Every cubicle dweller in the western world could commiserate with the trials and tribulations of this geeky everyman.  Any engineer of whatever stripe could empathize with the bureaucratic idiocy that Dilbert navigates at every turn.

What people might be less aware of is that Scott Adams has written some other books that are more in the vein of self help.  I was unaware of it.  The only recent information I had about Adams was his commentary about Donald Trump’s candidacy.  Apparently he is somewhat on the right end of the spectrum (although his exact shade is not defined in the present book).  But through an article I read on his recent book I became interested to see what kind of advice I could get from Dilbert.

After reading this medium length book (~250 pages) I will say I’m very impressed.  It combines advice on health and career in a surprisingly integrated fashion.  Without regurgitating the details of the book he ties together diet, exercise, work, play, psychology, innovation, socialization and happiness into a coherent hierarchical plan.  The book is laid out into a narrative following the details of Scott’s life from his childhood on.  It shows how each of his various failed endeavors contributed to his understanding of what he was doing wrong and what he had learned.

I found the writing style funny and very readable.  What really surprised me was how convincing his arguments were.  I found myself agreeing with the logic of his perspective on a lot of these topics.  Most surprising was how enthusiastic I felt in response to this book.  Individually, none of these topics is profound.  But wrapping them together I think they provide a powerful stimulus to someone interested in enhancing his own peace of mind and prospects for a happy life.  There are all kinds of self help books out there.  Some better, some worse.  Scott Adams has written one for the everyman who is navigating a world filled with confusing, unhealthy and frivolous choices that distract us from what we need to do (and not do) to be happy.

Because of how positively I viewed the book I decided it was necessary to test my reaction by consulting with the most skeptical authority on life known to man, my wife.  I described the thesis of the book in short outline and she provided a rapid decision.  It was all just common sense.  I objected that the way the advice was presented made it much more valuable than Ben Franklin’s, “Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.”  She still scoffed at my enthusiasm.

So there you have it.  It’s a man’s book.  Women are the ultimate pragmatists and have little use for common sense handbooks because they already live by simple rules that life dictates for them.  I guess men naturally think rules don’t apply to us and therefore allow us to defy common sense and make our own rules.  Fine.  But I think I did not sufficiently detail the sections of the book that addressed the advice on maximizing success and innovation.  Here I believe Scott captures some behaviors and ideas that are applicable to almost anyone who wants to break out of the hum-drum existence of modern day corporate life and build something of his own.  If I went over this with my wife I’m sure she’ll tell me it’s just another way of saying, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”

Damned pessimists.  Once I’m rich, powerful and famous she’ll change her tune.

Bravo, Scott Adams, bravo.