Let me introduce myself. My name is Mark Sisson. I’m 63 years young. I live and work in Malibu, California. In a past life I was a professional marathoner and triathlete. Now my life goal is to help 100 million people get healthy. I started this blog in 2006 to empower people to take full responsibility for their own health and enjoyment of life by investigating, discussing, and critically rethinking everything we’ve assumed to be true about health and wellness...
Episode #21 of The Primal Blueprint Podcast is now live, featuring Primal power couple and 7 for 7 perfect PrimalCon attendees Chris Adams and Tina Leaman as they reminisce over their favorite PrimalCon memories. They also give their impressions of the upcoming Primal Certification course. As early beta testers, Chris and Tina have a lot of insight into what you can expect from the program.
Research of the Week
Epigenetic influences may explain a large portion of autism cases.
Regardless of their role, today’s Hollywood actors need to have rippling six packs, considerable amounts of man-cleavage, and a prominent inguinal crease.
“There were … whispered stories of a terrible book, a compendium of all the heresies, of which Sisson was the author and which circulated clandestinely here and there. It was a book without a title. People referred to it, if at all, simply as The Primal Blueprint” – lol – sorry, I just had to say it.
I’m heartily in favor of loosening (or at least changing) the implied restrictions on state-run parks. Speaking as a frequent hiker and backpacker, the trails are great for getting around, but some of the most interesting and lasting memories I have are of when I went off trail to investigate something off in the distance. For those worried about conservation, I’d recommend making sure those areas that are at risk are as far from a trail as possible; the type of person who blunders through the forest, damaging everything they see, won’t have the patience or the limberness to make it through a 15 or 30 minute bushwhack to get to that area 🙂
Early bedtime for kids – YAY!!! We have don’t the “honker down time” for years. In the Pacific Northwest it’s hard in the summer, at 7PM it’s still bright sun, so the blinds get closed, music softly plays and voices get quiet. By 8PM little ones seem to want to go to sleep, plus a bit of warm milk for a night time snack gets things started nicely.
That makes it possible for adults to either have time together or enjoy early bedtime too. It’s all good.
😛
The stress and disease article was the most interesting one for me. The most interesting part is that there is hope for us stress maniacs… seems meditation and less stressfull exercise could do the trick
I was pleasantly surprised when we did a field trip to the Yakima Arboretum. The park ranger ENCOURAGED the kids to pick flowers, leaves, feathers and other things that they found along the way.
Unlike EVERY other trip I have done with a group, after an initial introduction – all the kids were sent off to do a treasure hunt of different kinds of seeds – to pick them and bring them back. Kids were encouraged to go outside the limits of the arboretum and into county trails. Alone. Without having adults with them. And every single one came back, no one got lost for long, or molested by some other park user. Our bus left on time, with kids having backpacks full of pine cones, flowers and leaves. It was a great trip.
The raw milk vending machines are such a great idea and they are mentioned in the same post with virtual reality chicken goggles which really shows someone needs mental help. It’s too much!
The hen headset looks pretty far-fetched as a solution to battery cages. I’m grateful for the option to pay $8 a dozen for pastured eggs, because if
I had no other option than eggs from battery cage hens then I wouldn’t eat eggs at all. I’ve also been letting local restaurants know that I’d like to see pastured eggs on the menu.
Raw milk vending machines are also installed in the Slovak Republic and raw milk is regularly sold “Ab Hof” (from the yard) in Austria, even on farmer’s markets.
I’m also from Slovakia and can attest to this. Most vending machines are also stocked with milk kefir grains and yogurt grains. It’s also dirt cheap with 1L milk costing about 50 euro cent. I’ve been living abroad where raw milk is nearly unaccessible, so last time I visited Slovakia and bought a big bottle of raw milk, it only lasted me 2 red lights 🙂 Most people I know there have delicious batches of yogurt in various stages of fermentation on their countertops. But then again I can’t complain either since I live in the Netherlands where I regularly purchase 1kg wild caught cod head for 1 euro on the fish market and buy my bone broth, liver pate and head cheese in any supermarket. What’s crazy is that most people here believe these things are unhealthy, but eat them anyways because they’re delicious.
Now, I studied in the Netherlands (in Rotterdam) for a semester and can attest that Dutch fish markets are God sent. Never in my life ate I so many delicious fish as in the NL. To date, whenever possible, I celebrate the Dutch way of life by eating Dutch herring (basically a Dutch herring sushi) 🙂
Yes! Seeing Dutch people enjoy their raw herring and smoked eel during their lunch break on the market square always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Almost makes up for the lack of my beloved Slovak fermented sheep cheese (bryndza). Honestly, if Holland and, especially Slovakia can make high quality food the norm rather than exception, there’s no reason why any other developed country couldn’t. And I mean this in the kindest way possible as I love my great little country and its people very much.
The attorney Bill Marler has been leading the charge against raw milk for some time, all under the banner of consumer safety, of course. Never mind that he makes a boatload of money off these lawsuits, or course.
I have fond memories of unstructured, unsupervised play in natural areas near my house. Fort building, sliding down hills on cardboard, collecting polliwogs and caterpillars and watching them turn into frogs and butterflies. I never had children of my own and it always surprises me to hear how children live these days.
The children of today remind one of oh, say, uh, commercially raise chickens and cows?
I also have fond memories of going outside and playing and NOT getting eaten by bears, having good old fashioned fun (including dirt) and still making it home for dinner. Hoo-da-thunk!
An article in that bodyweight link reminded me of my days doing basic training in the army, when I was in prime physical condition for the first time in my life.
It wasn’t that they fed us paleo, nutrition-rich foods. In fact, they fed us the cheapest starchy rubbish the government could procure.
The big thing was, for the first time in my life, I ate when I was HUNGRY. From being a picky eater who drove my mother crazy at the dinner table, I became a ravenous scarfer of whatever they put in front of me. Because my body was working so hard it demanded calories and still more calories. And when I got a chance to rest I slept like a dead man.
A Zen student once asked his teacher, “Master, what is enlightenment?” The master replied, “When hungry, eat. When tired, sleep.”
Army version: “When eating, be hungry. When sleeping, be tired.”
That COW is awesome. It inspired me to come up with something and write it down on an envelope, forget about it, and then discover it this morning and be amused. It was something like
.. and it was very important that the inscriptions of the records in each book be authentic, right down to the smell, and that is why each copy was meticulously written and artistically copied by hand.
It looked pretty cool on a worn, watered, envelope coming out of a stash of them.
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I want chimp strength.
Haha! damn our brains! Maybe if we all stop thinking so much we can harness chimp strength. In fact, I think I know a few guys like that.
I hadn’t heard of those raw milk vending machines, good to see some pressure paying off.
I’m heartily in favor of loosening (or at least changing) the implied restrictions on state-run parks. Speaking as a frequent hiker and backpacker, the trails are great for getting around, but some of the most interesting and lasting memories I have are of when I went off trail to investigate something off in the distance. For those worried about conservation, I’d recommend making sure those areas that are at risk are as far from a trail as possible; the type of person who blunders through the forest, damaging everything they see, won’t have the patience or the limberness to make it through a 15 or 30 minute bushwhack to get to that area 🙂
Early bedtime for kids – YAY!!! We have don’t the “honker down time” for years. In the Pacific Northwest it’s hard in the summer, at 7PM it’s still bright sun, so the blinds get closed, music softly plays and voices get quiet. By 8PM little ones seem to want to go to sleep, plus a bit of warm milk for a night time snack gets things started nicely.
That makes it possible for adults to either have time together or enjoy early bedtime too. It’s all good.
😛
“done”, not don’t….. good ole auto correct… (picture of hair being pulled out, eyes rolled, big sigh)
The stress and disease article was the most interesting one for me. The most interesting part is that there is hope for us stress maniacs… seems meditation and less stressfull exercise could do the trick
I was pleasantly surprised when we did a field trip to the Yakima Arboretum. The park ranger ENCOURAGED the kids to pick flowers, leaves, feathers and other things that they found along the way.
Unlike EVERY other trip I have done with a group, after an initial introduction – all the kids were sent off to do a treasure hunt of different kinds of seeds – to pick them and bring them back. Kids were encouraged to go outside the limits of the arboretum and into county trails. Alone. Without having adults with them. And every single one came back, no one got lost for long, or molested by some other park user. Our bus left on time, with kids having backpacks full of pine cones, flowers and leaves. It was a great trip.
Yah-Keeeee-Mah!!!! Love Yakima, had the worst virus there once but other than that it’s fabulous.
The raw milk vending machines are such a great idea and they are mentioned in the same post with virtual reality chicken goggles which really shows someone needs mental help. It’s too much!
The hen headset looks pretty far-fetched as a solution to battery cages. I’m grateful for the option to pay $8 a dozen for pastured eggs, because if
I had no other option than eggs from battery cage hens then I wouldn’t eat eggs at all. I’ve also been letting local restaurants know that I’d like to see pastured eggs on the menu.
I thought the miracle fruit was interesting until I came to the bit about GMOs.
Wow, the autism study is fascinating, I wish I could understand it.
Uh.. yeah…same here. Mark, could we please get a translation for the medical-degree-less among us? 🙂
Raw milk vending machines are also installed in the Slovak Republic and raw milk is regularly sold “Ab Hof” (from the yard) in Austria, even on farmer’s markets.
I’m also from Slovakia and can attest to this. Most vending machines are also stocked with milk kefir grains and yogurt grains. It’s also dirt cheap with 1L milk costing about 50 euro cent. I’ve been living abroad where raw milk is nearly unaccessible, so last time I visited Slovakia and bought a big bottle of raw milk, it only lasted me 2 red lights 🙂 Most people I know there have delicious batches of yogurt in various stages of fermentation on their countertops. But then again I can’t complain either since I live in the Netherlands where I regularly purchase 1kg wild caught cod head for 1 euro on the fish market and buy my bone broth, liver pate and head cheese in any supermarket. What’s crazy is that most people here believe these things are unhealthy, but eat them anyways because they’re delicious.
Now, I studied in the Netherlands (in Rotterdam) for a semester and can attest that Dutch fish markets are God sent. Never in my life ate I so many delicious fish as in the NL. To date, whenever possible, I celebrate the Dutch way of life by eating Dutch herring (basically a Dutch herring sushi) 🙂
Yes! Seeing Dutch people enjoy their raw herring and smoked eel during their lunch break on the market square always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Almost makes up for the lack of my beloved Slovak fermented sheep cheese (bryndza). Honestly, if Holland and, especially Slovakia can make high quality food the norm rather than exception, there’s no reason why any other developed country couldn’t. And I mean this in the kindest way possible as I love my great little country and its people very much.
The attorney Bill Marler has been leading the charge against raw milk for some time, all under the banner of consumer safety, of course. Never mind that he makes a boatload of money off these lawsuits, or course.
My kingdom for an EDIT button.
I have fond memories of unstructured, unsupervised play in natural areas near my house. Fort building, sliding down hills on cardboard, collecting polliwogs and caterpillars and watching them turn into frogs and butterflies. I never had children of my own and it always surprises me to hear how children live these days.
The children of today remind one of oh, say, uh, commercially raise chickens and cows?
I also have fond memories of going outside and playing and NOT getting eaten by bears, having good old fashioned fun (including dirt) and still making it home for dinner. Hoo-da-thunk!
An article in that bodyweight link reminded me of my days doing basic training in the army, when I was in prime physical condition for the first time in my life.
It wasn’t that they fed us paleo, nutrition-rich foods. In fact, they fed us the cheapest starchy rubbish the government could procure.
The big thing was, for the first time in my life, I ate when I was HUNGRY. From being a picky eater who drove my mother crazy at the dinner table, I became a ravenous scarfer of whatever they put in front of me. Because my body was working so hard it demanded calories and still more calories. And when I got a chance to rest I slept like a dead man.
A Zen student once asked his teacher, “Master, what is enlightenment?” The master replied, “When hungry, eat. When tired, sleep.”
Army version: “When eating, be hungry. When sleeping, be tired.”
That COW is awesome. It inspired me to come up with something and write it down on an envelope, forget about it, and then discover it this morning and be amused. It was something like
.. and it was very important that the inscriptions of the records in each book be authentic, right down to the smell, and that is why each copy was meticulously written and artistically copied by hand.
It looked pretty cool on a worn, watered, envelope coming out of a stash of them.