I think it is a pretty old blog entry and I don't think he advises for tofu any more.
A joyful heart is good medicine
He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose. - Jim Elliot
Mmmmm. Real food is good.
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Mark's stance has changed a lot since 2008. He is much more against soy these days, suggesting eating the fermented forms if one is going to eat it. Most other paleo writers take a pretty strict stance on it too. Even non-paleo advice is turning more away from soy because of concerns around the phytoestrogens.
“If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.” --Audre Lorde
Chocotaco, I think the reason you see "carb phobia" is because there are a LOT of us who can't tolerate the moderate amount you can without weight gain and many other symptoms. Whether we have metabolic problems, dysbiotic guts, or something else wrong, it's not at all uncommon.
I think that for the most part, you could probably assume that most people who appear "carb phobic" are in this camp. It is a real issue, and the more the two camps understand each other, the more we can help more people find what healthy is for them. It's equally important for me to understand that moderate amounts of primal carbs are beneficial to you, as for you to understand that those same carbs are harmful to me, at this stage of my life - a stage I certainly hope will not last forever.
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Current Weight: 175lb__________________________________Goal: 135lb
Deadlift: 240lb________________________________________Back Squat: 165lb
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***Winning a 20-year war against binge eating disorder***
I just have to rant for a minute.
What the heck is wrong with people? If you work with someone who is diabetic that never turns down sugar is it a good idea to offer them cake? No, it's not! You are enabling and need to take personal responsibility for the fact that you are contributing to their disease. Sure, in a perfect world everybody would be responsible for themselves and be able to exercise self-control. Gues what? It's not a perfect world! You would think that people would at least understand that sugar is TOXIC for a diabetic even if they are too stupid to understand how much it affects those who are not diabetic.
On the flipside, Mr. diabetes spokesman needs to get a freaking clue! "I'll just take an extra shot!" IS NOT a valid response when somebody ask whether eating that cake, donut, snickers bar or whatever else is a good decision! Holy freaking crap people. Are you serious?! You're kidding right?! I can't take it anymore. Learn about your disease and TREAT IT! If you took the time to really understand what insulin is and how it negatively affects you then maybe you would make a change. You're hormones are screwed, you're morbidly obese, you can't walk up a single flight of stairs, you're always tired, Everyone can hear you breathe from across the room, what more does it take to get your attention? You are not going to get to enjoy retirement playing with your grandson the way that you are always talking about it because you are going to die! AAAAHHHH!!!!!!!
Okay, I feel better now.
- I lose weight.
- I indulge in something starchy (pasta, pizza, sweet potatoes, potatoes, or pancakes).
- I gain weight.
I have conducted this "experiment" many times. For me, it's a proven fact. I am happy some people can tolerate a larger amount of carbs. I wish I were them. But even the gluten free stuff is guaranteed to make my weight jump by 2-3 lbs.
But I appreciate Chocotaco's post for reminding us that there is hope! And pizza! Well, for some of us....
I was at Jason's Deli getting my soup and salad on. Then I hear this yelled across the restaurant:
"MELATONIN, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Praying she was just crazy, I looked in the general direction of the scream and see a rather red faced 5 year old heading towards the woman that yelled it. That's right, she named her poor pasty white son after a chemical in the human body responsible for skin coloration (among other things). I just pray he's smart enough to go by Mel or Tony later in life.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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