Using a deck of cards, assign one exercise to each suit:
Hearts are Pushups
Diamonds are Pullups
Clubs are Squats
Spades are Planks
This year’s Super Bowl does not feature Matt Cassel and the Kansas City Chiefs. Next year it will. (No link. Just an opinion.)
Mud wrestling is healthy. At any age. NPR explains why dirt is more than just a fun idea for little girls. The post features a picture from Mud Day in Westland, Michigan. Methinks there needs to be a Mud Day in L.A.!
Roasted rabbit is Primal. But, would you eat car-splattered bunny? Catherine Price would. Her piece on roadkill dinner in The Slate is an absolutely dish.
Where’s the beef? The new, new nutritional guidelines are officially out. Same low-fat CW as before, but at least they are no longer suggesting 10 servings of grain a day. What say you readers? A step in the right direction? Or one step forward, twenty steps back?
Are you an exercise widow? A Wall Street Journalist mourns the loss of her husband to the unforgiving clutches of Ironman competitions.
Vegetables certainly have their place at the Primal table and we eat them often in every season. But man (and woman) cannot survive on vegetables alone. Or, rather, they can and do, but in our opinion it’s a much less tasty (and nutritious) way to live. Nothing lures us in and satisfies our hunger like the savory aroma of meat dripping with juices and glistening with lip-smacking fat.
In our never-ending quest to enjoy all the butcher shop has to offer, we’re turning our attention this week to a cut of meat we rarely buy. Not because it’s exotic or adventurous, quite the opposite actually. In fact, it might just be the least adventurous cut of meat out there. That’s right, we’re talking about the boneless, skinless chicken breast.
Dave first emailed me about a year ago. He had just bought the Primal Blueprint Cookbook and was seeing some real results. Occasionally I’ll get an update from him. One can really get a sense of Dave’s energy and excitement for life from his emails (often written in all caps), which I’ve reprinted below. Read on to catch a bit of Dave’s enthusiasm and spirit. It’s contagious.
If you have your own Primal Blueprint success story and you’d like to share it with me and the community please contact me here. Have a wonderful Friday, everyone, and thanks for reading!
The notion that artificial sweeteners (and sweet tastes in general) might produce an insulin response is one of those murky memes that winds itself around the blogs, but it’s never stated one way or the other with any sort of confidence. I briefly mentioned the possibility of non-caloric sweeteners influencing satiety hormones in last week’s diet soda post, and a number of you guys mentioned the same thing. Still, I’ve never seen unequivocal evidence that this is the case.
This whole idea first came to my attention some time ago when my dog Buddha got into a bottle of “alternative sleep assists” which contained, among other things, 5 HTP (version of l-tryptophan) and xylitol (sugar alcohol). Long story short, dogs can’t take xylitol because it causes a spike in insulin, which then severely depletes blood glucose. Buddha got past this with a trip to the vet’s at 10:30 Sunday night (thanks, Dr. Dean). But it occurred to me that the same effect might be seen in humans, which is why I pose the question today…
Do artificial sweeteners induce insulin secretion (perhaps via cephalic phase insulin release, which is sort of the body’s preemptive strike against foods that will require insulin to deal with)?
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