Off topic. I read some posts on the pseudonutritionosphere that triggered some early memories and thoughts.
Thinking back I was always an active child, both mentally and physically. And both seemed to enhance each other. Experiences like that can help a grown man make sense of things sometimes. In my teenage years I played a lot of recreational basketball on the weekends. I also played baseball. I also did a lot of cycling, and there was a period I remember in middle school where I would run around the track during recess. I never really fit in with the physical types and I never really fit in with the mental types. In high school, I went to football camp in my freshman year, and then played on the football team for most of the season but quit towards the end. I was also in the choir from elementary school through high school. If I recall correctly I stopped singing at the end of 11th grade. Then I got a guitar. Fast forwarding a little bit into the time while I was in the military I had a small studio set up and I recorded a lot of music. Eventually I found the drums. I like the drums. In my mid-twenties I was a marathoner for several years before I discovered lifting weights.
You see although I was physical and into doing physical activities, I was not into the sports culture. I did those things because there was an element of challenge that stimulated me. So if you asked me the rules or what is what I still don’t know, I’ve never had an interest in those aspects of “sports”. My thoughts were just give me the ball and I’ll do what I need to do. I think things like that are good.
After that I discovered Olympic weightlifting. I’m almost 32 now and still do the Olympic lifts everyday, sometimes twice.
In the old days Olympic weightlifting was an old mans hobby. Looking back I can see why. It requires a certain amount of patience that is hard to ingrain into a twerp without having a lot of supervision. And that is not a bad thing, you have to repress curiosity and introduce structure for a child to do something so mindless because at that point Olympic weightlifting seems rather pointless.
When most people think of weightlifting they think of crossfit (I’m not going to even legitimize that with a capital letter) and bodybuilding.
Those things are not Olympic weightlifting. At least not to me. And because this is an opinionated post it’s probably wise to keep that fact in mind.
I think Olympic weightlifting is one of the healthiest physical hobbies you can engage in. Why? No scientific studies here, not that there aren’t any, but because it’s not important. So why is it one of the healthiest activities besides drinking wine, eating chocolate, and smoking or Snus? Or eating beef ribs? Because it makes me feel healthy. That’s why. That is all there is to it.
Now for you it might be reading a book, or going for a stroll in the park, or injecting a dose of insulin. Fair enough.
When I was growing up, and I’m not old by any means, children still had hobbies. We started things on fire, we played in the swamp, we were outside past the time the street lamps came on, we burned slugs in gasoline, climbed roofs, jumped out of our windows at night, we wrestled, and we still did a lot of things that are typically associated with the golden age of American culture. A lot of stupid shit. To be fair, I was on the tail end of that, right as we began to transition from board games to their digital counterparts. So even though my friends typically had hobbies there were also a lot of children who were just learning to mold the couch to their asses.
I write a bit, o.k. mostly about material things like saturated fatty acids, graspable things you can hold in your hand to improve your life. And while those things can go a long way to improve your life. The recipe will never be complete without some missing ingredients:
Getting a life.
I have part of a book sitting on my hard drive collecting digital dust. The book as far as I can tell is my most original idea, I’m just not ready to finish it yet. I’m still testing it. So far it has stood up to several years of new data. As I’ve said before, I’m curious about exceptions, and because my idea is important to me I want to cherish it a bit, and if it should happen I’m wrong, then I will let it go and will never publish it. I think in one of my posts on PUFA that I never finished the second part to I even eluded to the fact that some people seem to do fine and live a long time with it, or get away with it. Of course that is only happening because they are maintaining normoglycemia. Are they lucky? Yes of course in their eyes. But I see something else at play something very material and explainable.
That is what the book is mostly about, not how to get a life, but why having a life matters tremendously.
If you spend a lot of time arguing on the Internet, it’s time for you to stop. Why not start your own blog and share your ideas with others. One of two things are going to happen, either a) you’ll loose interest and realize that the only reason you are on the Internet is because you like to argue with people or b) you’ll start exploring things on your own and be more likely to discover solutions to your problems that will give real change in your life. You’ll become a scientist in your own right specializing in the study of you. Perhaps you might make some breakthroughs instead of using other peoples paradigms on yourself.
Do you know what being sedentary does to oxidative stress markers? And I’m not just speaking of being physically sedentary I’m talking about an idle unfulfilled brain more concerned with arguments instead of exploration.
May the force be with you.