I’m the type of fat kid that, when I try to explain to people, they don’t believe me. I was chubby in kindergarten, and, despite fervent hopes that I would grow into something better like the heroes and heroines of the books I loved, I grew to be a tall, fat, awkward, quiet teen. I did not develop any hidden talents for sports, physical attractiveness, social eloquence, or mad dance skills after imbibing the holy water of Irish whiskey...
Fast forward to age 22 when I first heard of Gary Taubes from one of my NCOs. I read through both of his books with all of the devil’s advocate I could muster. I was such an idiot. After reading Taubes, I read everything I could get my hands on from MDA to Whole9, Michael Pollan, Lustig, Enig, hell even WAPF, other holistic health promoters, and their competitors, all with the sort of critical fire only an impending convert can feel.
Fuck it, what did I have to lose?
For the whole story, visit my journal [URL="http://www.marksdailyapple.com/forum/thread53038.html"]
A Little Bit v2 over at Nerd Fitness [http://rebellion.nerdfitness.com/index.php?/topic/33028-a-little-bit-of-rr/]