Saturday, January 22, 2011

Quick Book Review: The Jungle Effect


Just finished thumbing through The Jungle Effect, an anthropological look at some of the healthier people on Earth and what their unique diets might tell us about disease prevention. It sticks to exotic cultures, like the Tarahumara in Mexico, the Okinawans in Japan, the Cretans in the Mediterranean, and so on. Daphne Miller, the MD-turned-anthrocurious-traveler who authored The Jungle Effect, practices medicine in San Francisco and teaches nutrition at UCSF, so that's how come you're supposed to listen to her. But as you may know, the medical establishment often vies with the evolutionary-proned biases you see here on this blog. So, yeah.

The book adheres loosely to the slow-carb diet, where non-paleo foods are encouraged based on the fact that these exotic cultures eat lots of them and seem to be just fine. "Just fine" meaning that they don't have diseases. I certainly wouldn't say she is seeking health optimization, like so many of us do here in the paleo community. (The book oddly reminds me of Weston A. Price, who concluded that raw milk was good for you based on reasons similar to Daphne Miller's.)

It was fun to read about the Tarahumara, because I finished Born to Run yesterday, which is all about running and the Tarahumara take center stage in that book. (Born to Run yesterday, The Jungle Effect today -- it's like I'm an English major again!)

The Tarahumara are examined in the realm of Type 2 Diabetes. They eat a diet of primarily maize (corn) and beans, and they run hundreds of miles at a time. She concludes that a similar slow-carb diet could be equally beneficial for Westerners with Diabetes since the Tarahumara don't get the disease. That means 70% of total calories from carbohydrate sources. On the plus side, she acknowledges that their use of lard as a good choice for cooking, though only in tiny amounts.

So why am I even reviewing this book when I don't usually review books?

While I respect her anthropological perspective on health and her honorable background in medicine at a fine institution, I was bothered by a few things worth highlighting for you, esteemed reader.

Obscure line of reasoning. The Tarahumara don't have diabetes, so mimic their corn and bean diet? Sounds especially strange from an MD. Although, her true recommendation only leans that way moderately.

Overemphasis on diet. While she did a great job examining the anthropology of diet, I would have liked a great deal more information on the other major factors of health: sleep, stress, posture, movement, community, toxin exposure, etc.

Maybe it goes to show that part of why anthropological evidence can be so frustrating is because it's so inconsistent. You get people eating mostly carbs that have minimal disease (Tarahumara), then people eating mostly fat that have minimal disease (Eskimo). Therefore, it's hard to take one example conclusively, especially when there are equally viable ones elsewhere ready to rebut.


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Eat Ice Cream With Your Guinness



I got home to California for the holidays on a beautiful sunny day, and I couldn't help but take off my shoes and shirt and run barefoot to the nearest park for a quick bout of metabolic conditioning.

I was so happy to play outside for the first time in a while. (I'm not used to Carolina winters so my exercise has been indoors lately.) All of a sudden, a huge branch decided to fall out of a Magnolia tree.

I covered the back of my neck with my right forearm and tried to get out from underneath it, but I failed. It missed my arm, and hit me directly in the back of the head, fracturing my skull and making me see spots of white. Oh, and my ears were ringing loud. And it felt like I had the worst brainfreeze plus the worst migraine all at once.

I was in bed for several days barely able to move, eat, or drink. After day 5, I had sciatic pain so bad that it replaced the pain in my head as the principle concern. After day 8, I was eating and gaining back weight again -- I had lost almost ten pounds in water weight and through muscle atrophy.

Three weeks later, I'm almost fully recovered. I'm still way out of shape and I lost some sense of smell, but otherwise glad to be alive. Paleo logic appears to be intact, and I can't wait to hit the reset button on my paleo lifestyle and come back at everything from a new angle. Here's one thing I took away:

Life's too short to be perfect. At the point of the accident, I was nearing 7% body fat and held personal records in various off-the-wall tests of performance. What I mean is: eat ice cream with your Guinness. Life isn't about perfect health or perfect performance. Life is about all the awesome experiences we have before we die. Health is important, but perfection is unnecessary. Cheating should be done with intention and should not be half-assed. But that might just be the brain damage talking.


"Everything in moderation is what some advocate. I dunno. Sounds extreme. EVERYTHING? I say moderation in moderation." - Unknown