This simple dish has been a staple of every German student’s diet ever since there have been uni students. It’s easy to make, the ingredients are cheap and the caloric content could fuel an intercontinental ballistic missile.
1.5 kg hard-boiling potatoes - 200 g smoked bacon/Speck - 3 onions - coriander - caraway - clarified butter - salt & pepper - fresh parsley
Start by cutting the potatoes in half, along their length. This maximizes their surface area vs their volume, speeding up the cooking process. Boil in salted water until almost done. Pour away the hot water, rinse the potatoes with cold water, peel, and slice (0.5 cm slices). Slice the onions, grind the caraway and coriander (or use dried and powdered versions). Start frying the bacon. After 5 mins, add the onions and fry until golden. Remove from pan. Melt the clarified butter in the pan. Slowly fry the potato slices until one side of them is golden brown (don’t crowd the pan), then add the caraway/coriander mix, and turn potato slices over. Just before done, add the onion/bacon mix back in. Season with salt and pepper. Serve with a sprinkling of fresh parsley. If you screw this one up and you have ancestral German heritage… you will have disgraced your ancestors and all your future heirs. GUTEN APPETIT. ;)
On the same vein of ED humor, my manfriend™ sent me a hilarious picture a while back about caloric content of stuff and how it looks in the stomach that gradually turned more ridiculous (like bees and metal in the stomach) and sent it with “I know how you love counting calories”
Idk, ED recovery humor sometimes makes things seem easier on me, and if it’s done right it doesn’t make my disorder seem shallow or like a joke. Sometimes life gets so wild and ridiculous that poking fun at it helps me cope.
Is nobody looking forward to the moment that Dany discovers that Jon survived the wight hunt? I feel like we need people talking about this upcoming moment more.
Anon, this is the thing I am looking forward to the most out of the whole season. Post-wight hunt Jon and Dany is the moment my entire life has been building up to. They’re going to wipe evil off the face of the earth and eliminate the caloric content of pizza.
In all seriousness I’ve mentioned in the past that the scene I most want is Dany at Jon’s bedside when he returns but I am also hyped for the moment she realizes he’s alive. I hope she runs, anon. I hope she hears he came back and she literally runs to him. I’m going to SOB. Sob, I tell you.
Because think about this from Dany’s perspective. She sailed across the Narrow Sea. She did the seemingly impossible and gathered her army of loyal supporters to take the kingdom that is her birthright and make it better.
But she landed to find a realm already in chaos; her battles with rival monarchs do not all go well. She is told of this ominous threat beyond the Wall which probably seems very far away and dubious to her. So she asks for proof.
Along the way she develops a relationship with Jon, a man who she likely first perceived as a threat and just another power-hungry Westerosi king. Instead she finds someone who has been just as lonely as she has been. Someone who freed the wildlings like she freed slaves. Someone who is brave enough to face down her dragons and principled enough to resist bending the knee. Someone who is as defiant as she is but also as compassionate and warm.
And when she starts to develop a fondness for him, he leaves on this errand that she is partially the cause of. Then she finds out that not only are the WW real after all, but they might kill this team of men who are fighting them partially on her behalf, a team including Jon–who she is probably beginning to have more serious feelings for.
So in her desperation to prevent another mistake, another setback in what has already been a difficult path to her home, she brings all three dragons to do her best to save her friends.
This is so brave. She doesn’t know the land, doesn’t know its people, doesn’t what she she’ll find when she gets North, and has only ridden Drogon into battle a few times, we’re talking single digits. But she does it selflessly to save Jon.
Then to her great surprise I’m sure, she finds that the WW are more than a formidable threat–they’re incredibly powerful and have the ability to kill Viserion.
So she loses him, this incredibly unique creature that knows and loves her, that she’s raised since his birth, who she loves as her own offspring because to her knowledge, he’s the only type of child she’ll ever have.
So Viserion is murdered in front of her in a scene of devastation that she probably blames herself for. And then when she tries to save Jon, he falls from Drogon’s back into a frozen lake where she believes him to be dead.
So she is forced to leave with the people she can save, and go home with the grief of Viserion’s loss, the grief of Jon’s loss, and the terrifying knowledge that not only is the WW threat real, but now she has to face it without Jon Snow–the man who seemed to have all the answers about the Army of the Dead and the man who rallied the support of the Northern lords and Free Folk alike.
I can’t even fathom the depth of her despair after all of this, or how she plans to proceed. I imagine it’s by far the most hopeless she’s ever felt.
But then Jon isn’t dead. He comes back. He’s alive.
And I’m willing to bet that suddenly Dany understands the stakes of this war, is reminded of how easily the people she loves can be snatched away. In the face of all that, Jon bending the knee probably couldn’t be further from her mind.
She’s going to be so happy, so relieved, and probably more open about her feelings with and for him.
And contrast all this with Jon, who is most likely completely in awe of Dany by this point, a woman who isn’t like any queen he’s ever known, who rides into battle with her men (we know he values this because of his conversation with Ramsay before BotB) and does it on a damned dragon. She’s as fearless as he is and as stubborn, with just as big a heart.
This time in their relationship will be so important and so intimate and honestly I CANNOT WAIT.
In fact I’d really like to write a drabble of this. But I have 47 asks to answer, a multi-chapter fanfic to update, and a wedding to plan. But I’ll probably write it anyway hahaha.
Thanks for the ask my darling. Please talk to me about wonderful Jonerys moments always.
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I am just sort of exhausted at the moment. My period has just started. Cramps are making me nauseous and faint. Thankfully, my medicine aborted my complimentary migraine. Stilltrying to get my entire posting schedule back on track. Oh, man. My blog’s a mess! I’m still at it with my meal plans and working out. I’m just falling short on time to tell you guys about it and catch up with everyone every day as well. Trust me, I miss it and I’m always having ideas but I feel like I’m biding my time for the semester to end, to get my license, to part ways with therapy. That’s a lot of time I use on all that! I don’t want to ghost on you guys but y’know how sometimes you come home from everything that has happened that day and your choices are “sit at the computer and write up my posts” or “Holiday Baking Championship” and your choice is already clear? Yeaaaaaaaaah.
I suppose we all go through posting lulls, but I want it to end! She says every week. 😰
Keeping things easy this week and working through some freezer backlog since we’re getting our first Blue Apron box this Friday. I’m still side-eyeing the options that were quasi-workable for my lactose intolerance but I’m sort of just banging my head against the wall at some of the macro splits and estimated caloric contents too. My 5′3″ ass will have to take half the serving sizes and I just HOPE it’s still filling enough. I’m really not trying to be negative because I’m pretty sure the food will be delicious, but I think it goes without saying that I will be using the gift card and that will be that. I’ll tailor the boxes to the best of my ability to my short stature and dietary needs, but it sort of defeats the purpose, yeah? To repeat myself (since I’m aware this is a self-inflicted conundrum), I never expected this type of service to bend over backward for me and be 100% “me-friendly” but I wanted to redeem the gift I received.
What type of snacks do you consume on a regular basis? For many people, potato chips, pretzels and candy bars are the preferred choice of snack. While processed snacks such as these offer energy in the form of calories, they don’t offer any real nutritional value. Therefore, you should consider some alternative, healthier snacks instead.
#1) Beware of Sugar Substitutes
Just because a packaged snack is labeled “sugar-free” doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s good for your health. Many packaged snacks contain zero-calorie sugar substitutes, which could be just as bad or even worse than regular sugar. Studies have shown that sugar substitutes promote weight gain, diabetes and other health problems, so try to avoid them in your snacks.
Whether it’s peanuts, almonds, pistachios, walnuts, etc., nuts are an excellent and nutritious snack. In addition to high concentrations of protein, they also contain a plethora of beneficial vitamins and nutrients. So, the next time you feel a hunger craving, grab a handful of your favorite nuts for a snack.
#3) 250-Calorie Limit
A good rule of thumb to follow when preparing snacks is to limit the caloric content to 250. Assuming you have a 2,500-calorie per day diet, this means your snacks will be roughly 10% of your daily caloric intent. Consuming more than this amount may put you over your daily caloric intent.
#4) Two to Three Snacks Daily
So, how many snacks should you consume in a typical day? For most men and women, it’s best to snack two or three times per day, preferably between meals. Eating snacks between meals helps to keep your metabolism up while also preventing sudden drops in blood sugar levels.
#5) Prepare Snacks Ahead of Time
Try to get into the habit of preparing your snacks ahead of time. If you’re planning to visit the gym on Monday, for instance, go ahead and prepare a snack Sunday night. This way you’ll be less tempted to buy a processed snack from the vending machine.
#6) Add Fiber
Finally, be sure to add fiber to your snacks. Recent studies have found fiber to play an important role in protecting against heart disease and other related illness. Unfortunately, though, many people don’t consume enough fiber in their regular diets, placing them at a greater risk of heart disease.
Following these tips will help you make smarter snacking decisions while promoting better health in the process.
My recovery from bulimia, BED, and orthorexia, and how I restored my metabolism.
Guys I’m probably 99.9% recovered. I haven’t purged in ages; I don’t even remember the last time it happened. I don’t binge anymore. I rarely get the urge to binge and when I do it usually goes away after a snack or two. The amount of control I have over my actions is amazing. I’ve learned to love my body even on the harder days. I’ve come so far since the days of bingeing from morning to night several times a week and purging constantly. Before when I got the urge to binge it was one of two options: there’s no holding me back, eat everything terrible; or, try to curb the craving with something healthy or something small that’s unhealthy and then I’d still wind up bingeing uncontrollably on everything imaginable.
I exercise because I love it, not to compensate for eating. I made that change last spring. I stopped counting all the calories I burned in a workout and I learned how to take rest days. I exercised because I wanted to feel good, and it worked. It was no longer a punishment. And don’t get me wrong, it was really fucking hard. There were constantly numbers in my head. “If I ran Xkm for X amount of time I would burn X calories. And doing hiit training for X amount of time would burn roughly X calories.” Those were the things I had to convince myself to block out. And over time it got easier. I did get to the point where I could exercise and think about it the next day and realize “hey! I didn’t care about any numbers and I felt great.” The first time that happened I felt pure happiness. Now I run and measure time and kms because I like to compete with myself and see myself improve. And when I run different routes I use apps to tell me how far I went and guess what? My calories burned also comes up. And guess what else? I really don’t give a shit what it says. It’s amazing.
My next step after that was giving up calorie counting. It was terrifying and uncomfortable and difficult. But the feeling I got when I figured out how to exercise without disordered behaviour inspired me. I wanted to be able to eat normally too. And at this point I was so god damn sick of my disorder, I was willing to try anything. I was discouraged so easily but I had this tiny speck of confidence shining through from giving up counting the calories I burned, that allowed me to eventually give up counting the calories I ate. It took me a few weeks of trying before I could actually eat something without knowing the exact caloric content of it. I eventually started ball parking it. “Breakfast was roughly X cals, snacks were X cals…” I was still so afraid of going over a maximum number. At this point I was still bingeing all the time. It wasn’t my worst though; I found that exercising for pleasure vs punishment actually brought a certain calmness to me which helped make my binges less crazy. I was purging as well but not as much. I figured that I already had a foot in the door with recovery so I decided to take a leap and force myself, no matter how hard it was, that I was going to stop purging.
It was awful. I had felt so sick after bingeing. I had felt so disgusted with myself. I wanted to hide away and give up everything. I quit purging. I promised myself. And there was nothing I could do to compensate for this terribly upset stomach and this bloating that was so bad I looked 6 months pregnant. I was gaining weight. I HATED it. I wanted to purge so bad, but I kept my promise because I wanted to recover. “If this is part of recovery I don’t want to take steps backwards and have to endure it again.”
When you quit purging and continue to binge, it’s hell. It really is. But I know that I never would’ve been able to quit bingeing if I didn’t stop purging first.
After a month or so of no purging, I began to trust myself more. And I trusted more in the recovery process. It got easier to stop counting calories. It got easier to stop guessing at calories. And for me, that was the fun part. Going out for dinner and not sticking to my safe garden salad with dressing on the side. I ate veggie burgers (vegetarian here btw haha), with loads of French fries, pasta, garlic bread with cheese, cupcakes, brownies, waffles, chocolate chip pancakes (real ones, not just bananas and eggs), real syrup, onion rings, sushi, bagels, mayonnaise, pizza, donuts, thick slices of bread, quesadillas… I had a slice of cheesecake at midnight with my best friend just because. Of course this wasn’t just a one and done type situation. Most of the times I ate this type of food it would lead to a binge. And then it was super hard not to purge. And that’s half the reason I was so afraid to eat these foods in the first place (the other half being that the calories stressed me out and I would feel obligated to compensate through exercise or purging). These were my fear foods. Now they’re my fun foods. They’re my favourites that I couldn’t eat for years and it was the best feeling eating them again for the first time without counting the calories with each bite. Now I can eat them whenever without worrying a bit. It is a process, but you can’t give up. It’s ridiculously hard for a good chunk of time but living with your eating disorder for the rest of your life will be hell. Recovery is SO worth it.
Eventually my binges stopped. It was right around the time where I convinced myself that I’m sexy as hell, I’ve got a rockin bod, and I can (clearly), face and conquer any struggle that’s put in my way. A year ago I never would’ve imagined loving myself at my weight then, let alone adding another 5-10lbs on to that. (Side note: I also don’t weigh myself anymore. I quit that around the same time as I quit counting calories burned in exercise. It took a lot of disappointment out of my day!) I don’t know how much I weigh now and I still don’t intend to get on the scale. I think it would still trigger me and to me that’s just pointless. And besides, I love myself right now, why would I want to change that because of a meaningless number a machine threw at me!?
How do you learn to love yourself? For me it was only allowing myself to focus on the good. If I thought I looked good I would say “damn girl,” and walk away from the mirror before my mind had time to wander to my “imperfections.” If I found myself looking at a bit of extra chub, I would stop myself. If I couldn’t think of anything good to replace it with, I would simply walk away from the mirror and focus on something else like plans with friends or watching a movie. What I’m getting at here is that you CANNOT LET YOUR NEGATIVE THOUGHTS ABOUT YOURSELF SURFACE. These are thoughts that are healthy to ignore when you’re learning to love yourself. Fester in your cheeky, contagious smile, and how your curves are beautiful and sexy, and the brightness in your eyes when you’re happy and not hurting all the time. Love your body for what it is and what it can do, not what it isn’t and what you can’t do. You are you for a reason. Don’t apologize for it. Be unique. Be the change and liveliness and everything else you’ve been searching for.
I truly love myself. And that’s why I stopped bingeing.
Recently, I’ve lost a bit of weight. No surprise there since I stopped bingeing and I still love running and training. (Side note: I did not get on the scale, it was just an observation I could see in my stomach and legs, and notice in the way my clothes were fitting). I decided to ball park my calories for a few days. Not because I wanted to restrict, but because I was curious as to why I was losing weight, even when I wasn’t exercising that often. Was I under eating without realizing it? Nope. I easily eat 2000 calories a day. It was my metabolism being restored. My mind fully trusts itself with the decisions I make about food, and now my body does too. It was an unexpected surprise that put a smile on my face when I made that realization. Listening to hunger cues is so important. If you’re hungry at 11pm, eat. If you’re full and still have half a plate of food left, stop. If you get hungry an hour later, eat your leftovers, or a snack, despite the fact that you just had dinner. There are so many rules about eating. Ignore them all and listen to yourself. Your body will thank you for it, I promise.
And that’s pretty much my recovery. I didn’t get into details of my eating disorder because I felt it wasn’t necessary. The hell I went through isn’t important to anyone but me, because it made me a stronger person who is aware of the dangers of eating disorders, and who understands the difficulty and importance of recovery. Everyone else who had or has an eating disorder understands the hell that it is for themselves. There’s no need to compare my struggles with theirs. What is important though is that this is a real recovery story. And I understand completely that recovery isn’t black and white or one size fits all. If anything, I hope that my story helps inspire someone else to recover. I hope you understand that struggles and relapse in recovery are normal, but if you keep pushing through, you CAN do it. And when you realize that you recovered, it’s the most freeing feeling in the world.
Disclaimer: I saw a doctor and therapist through my recovery. I told very few people outside of that about my eating disorder and the few I told were quite helpful. The book brain over binge was pretty much useless to me. It was a quick fix a few years back that caused an overwhelming relapse. The book intuitive eating is spot on and a great tool to use in recovery. I recovered on my own terms. I never did inpatient and was never forced to eat anything or reach a certain amount of calories per day. Everyone’s situation is different and what works for me might not work for you and vice versa. My main message here is to never give up in recovery. Once you decide to recover, only you will know what is right for you. You can beat this.
Okay, so I was just introduced today to a concept called “Water Fasting”. This is where you just drink lots of water and don’t eat for an extended period of time. Like as long as a month or even TWO MONTHS. I am not really an expert in medical knowledge, anatomy, or nutrition, but I’m pretty sure I can least several reasons why this is a bad solution for weight loss. However, if you do have any professional expertise in such an area, I absolutely encourage you to reblog this and leave your input along with your credentials potentially.
Creepypasta #1005: I Already Broke My New Year’s Resolution
I’m not fat. Not even
a little. Actually, I’m pretty underweight for my height, which is a constant
battle with my primary physician who worries about eating disorders, despite
the fact that I most certainly do not have one.
No, not fat. But there is a word for what I am. They call it
Okay, so what’s skinny fat? Well, it’s when someone is
skinny like me, and doesn’t gain weight no matter how terribly they eat, but in
return they are wildly unhealthy because they eat so poorly. That’s where I was
sitting at the beginning of the year.
I’m not stupid – I KNOW that my lifestyles and habits are
unhealthy. I don’t exercise. I eat like shit. And, in turn, I’m always sick.
I’m always having stomach problems and feeling faint and dizzy. Physically, my
life is kind of a nightmare, and I have no one to blame but myself.
So, this year, like many other people, I decided things
would be different. I was going to get healthy, goddamn it. I was going to work
out. I was going to eat right. And hopefully I’d see an improvement in my
So, I did what any other poor sucker does when their life is
a mess that they have no idea how to fix it. I made it my New Year’s
I was in luck, because a new gym had just opened up in my
neighborhood and they were giving out discounted memberships for the first
hundred or so members. Of course, I signed up immediately. “This is perfect!” I
said to myself. “If I’m spending money on a gym membership, it means that I’ll
definitely go!” As if that’s ever worked for anyone.
I went to their website to sign up, and as I was perusing
their options, I saw something interesting. Personal trainers.
You know, I’d never given much thought to a personal trainer
before. I just assumed I wouldn’t need one – it’s not like I was going to be
training for the Olympics or anything. I didn’t need to get super buff. I just
wanted to feel better.
it was an ad for their trainers that caught my eye. It read: Not sure
where to start? Get tips and tools for beginners from our specially-trained
Well, that definitely applied to me. Now that I was thinking
about it, I really didn’t know where to start. What was I going to be doing,
anyway? Cardio? Weightlifting? I didn’t know how much I should be doing or how
fast or anything like that. As for healthy eating, I had no idea how I was
going to tackle that colossal problem. Hey, maybe a trainer could help.
And the best part was that the gym website guaranteed the
first month would be free.
Well, in that case, there’s nothing to lose, I thought as I
signed myself up for a trainer named George.
I wasn’t really sure what I was getting myself into when I
walked into the gym on January first. To be honest, I was already feeling kind
of defeated. After all, most people never keep their New Year’s resolutions.
Actually, I myself rarely keep them. Wasn’t this all just an exercise in
futility? Maybe I should just go home and give up before I embarrassed myself.
But no, I decided. I was going to try. At least for this
first day. I had to.
First, I had to sign in at the front desk. The receptionist
was a woman who was skinny like I was but had some definite musculature, and
she looked… wow, she looked so happy. And my heart ached because I wanted to be
“First time in a gym?” She asked as she was rummaging
through her drawer looking for a card for me.
“Um… yeah,” I admitted, feeling a little foolish.
“Don’t worry,” she beamed at me, handing me my gym
membership card. “I used to be just like you, actually. But then I started
working out with this gym company and, believe me, everything got SO much better
for me. You’re working with a trainer, right? Which one?”
“Someone named George.”
“Oh, I worked with George! You’re in for a real treat, he’s
amazing and he won’t let you quit!” She smiled even wider, if that were
possible, and waved me on through the doors.
That made me feel a lot better and I walked into the gym
with a little more confidence, feeling as though, yes, I could actually do
That feeling flew out the window when I saw George.
For the kibbles anon: Large breed puppy specific kibble can be helpful aa they'll have a specific calcium to phosphorus level that is helpful for LB puppy skeletons. They also have specific caloric content to prevent overweight pups or pups growing too fast. However many high quality kibbles such as Acana and Orijen are AAFCO approved for All Life Stages which is also appropriate for LB pups. Just avoid anything that says "AAFCO approved for adult maintenance only."
Sorry, I popped off for a moment. Here you go anon.
Anyone who has studied the universe knows that there is no shortage of sources of energy in the universe, and that there is no shortage of energy resources on Earth. And yet, here we are, crawling on the surface of this dot we call Earth, extracting caloric content that’s buried in the soil, and when you look at that, you can’t help but reflect on how primitive that behavior is.
I'm seeing this all over the tv & web. People in general eat LESS than 2000 cals a day. Then why do you constantly state that normal people consume 2500+ a day, when clearly, according to nutritionists, 2000+ will make you gain weight?
(If you dont have time to read this, a quick answer and explanation is found here)
No they dont. Dieting is all over the tv & web. People on diets eats less than 2000. I have never heard a nutritionist saying that the average person eats less than 2000, or than going above 2000 will make the average, healthy person gain weight. Where are these nutritionist you are talking about? The average intake for both males and females are above 2000. If you gain weight because you eat more than 2000, you are either 90 years old, sedentary or in starvation mode. Do you want my healthy mum to loose weight? Do you want my little brothers to become underweight? Did you want me to stay on 2000 when I did not gain weight and my bmi was anorexic? Do you want me to loose weight? Thats what happens if we all go down to 2000 or less. Trust me, I had anorexia, I am the master of calorie counting, watching their intake was my favorite hobby.
(If you dont have time to read this, a quick answer and explanation is found here)
2500-3000+ is a perfectly normal intake to maintain on. I assume my 16 year old brother eats at least 3000-4000, thats what an active teenage boy in growth needs. I maintain on 2500-ish myself, and I am not even very active. Give me ONE relevant medical source that claims that the average person eats less than 2000 calories. The 2000 calorie thing is self reported and proven to be wrong. Quoting Øygunn from a previous post;
”The 2000 calorie need is self-reported in surveys. Which means 2000 calories was what these people BELIEVED they ate during the typical day. When they were later monitored in laboratory settings, they ate around 2500 calories. (They forgot to count nuts, latte, dressings, etc - or did not know the caloric content.)”
AND this from the source listed below;
”The FDA wanted consumers to be able to compare the amounts of saturated fat and sodium to the maximum amounts recommended for a day’s intake—the Daily Values. Because the allowable limits would vary according to the number of calories consumed, the FDA needed benchmarks for average calorie consumption, even though calorie requirements vary according to body size and other individual characteristics.
From USDA food consumption surveys of that era, the FDA knew that women typically reported consuming 1,600 to 2,200 calories a day, men 2,000 to 3,000, and children 1,800 to 2,500. But stating ranges on food labels would take up too much space and did not seem particularly helpful. The FDA proposed using a single standard of daily calorie intake—2,350 calories per day, based on USDA survey data. The agency requested public comments on this proposal and on alternative figures: 2,000, 2,300, and 2,400 calories per day.
Despite the observable fact that 2,350 calories per day is below the average requirements for either men or women obtained from doubly labeled water experiments, most of the people who responded to the comments judged the proposed benchmark too high. Nutrition educators worried that it would encourage overconsumption, be irrelevant to women who consume fewer calories, and permit overstatement of acceptable levels of “eat less” nutrients such as saturated fat and sodium. Instead, they proposed 2,000 calories as:
consistent with widely used food plans
close to the calorie requirements for postmenopausal women, the population group most prone to weight gain
a reasonably rounded-down value from 2,350 calories
easier to use than 2,350 and, therefore, a better tool for nutrition education
Whether a rounding down of nearly 20 percent is reasonable or not, the FDA ultimately viewed these arguments as persuasive. It agreed that 2,000 calories per day would be more likely to make it clear that people needed to tailor dietary recommendations to their own diets. The FDA wanted people to understand that they must adjust calorie intake according to age, sex, activity, and life stage. It addressed the adjustment problem by requiring the percent Daily Value footnote on food labels for diets of 2,000 and 2,500 calories per day, the range of average values reported in dietary intake surveys.”
HERE and HERE are sources. Saying that going above 2000 will make the healthy and normal person gain weight, and that the average person eats less than 2000, is like saying Norway is the capital of Sweden - a common mistake for those who don’t have a clue about geography, offensive and hilarious for those who live in the country Norway.
High-fat feeding can cause impairments in the functioning of the
mesolimbic dopamine system, says Stephanie Fulton of the University of
Montreal and the CHUM Research Centre (CRCHUM.) This system is a
critical brain pathway controlling motivation. Fulton’s findings,
published in Neuropsychopharmacology, may have great health
“Our research shows that independent of weight gain and obesity,
high-fat feeding can cause impairments in the functioning of the brain
circuitry profoundly implicated in mood disorders, drug addiction, and
overeating – several states and pathologies that impinge on motivation
and hedonia,” Fulton explained. Hedonia relates to a mental state of
wellbeing. “Another key finding is that the effects of prolonged
high-fat feeding to dampen the sensitivity of this brain reward system
are specific to saturated fats – palm oil used in this study – but not
monounsaturated fat such as the olive oil used in this study.”
The research team obtained these findings by working with three
groups of rats. The first group of rats was the control group: they were
given a low-fat diet containing roughly equal amounts of
monounsaturated and saturated fatty acids. The second group was given a
monounsaturated high fat diet, of which 50% of the calories were from
fat derived from olive oil. The third group was given a saturated high
fat diet – again, 50% of the calories were from fat, but this time
derived from palm oil. The high-fat diets were all the same in terms of
sugars, proteins, fat content and caloric density, and the animals were
free to eat as much or as little as they liked. After eight weeks, all
of the rats still had comparable body weights and levels of insulin,
leptin (which are major metabolic hormones) and relative glycemia.
At this time, the rats underwent a series of behavioural and
biochemical tests known to be indicative of the functioning of rats’
dopamine system. “We established that the rats on the palm diet had a
significantly blunted dopamine function,” said Cecile Hryhorczuk, the
first author of the study. “Our research group and others hypothesize
that this leads the brain to try to compensate by heightening
reward-seeking behaviour, much like the phenomenon of drug tolerance
where one has to increase the drug dose over time to get the same high.
So, a person consuming too much saturated fat may then compensate a
reduced reward experience by seeking out and consuming more high-fat and
high-sugar foods to get the same level of pleasure or reward.”
Fulton’s study is the first of its kind to show that, regardless of
weight changes, unrestrained intake of saturated fats can have negative
effects on the controls of motivation by the brain. “As we were able to
control for changes in body weight, hormones and glucose levels, we
think that the fats may be affecting the dopamine system by a direct
action in the brain,” Fulton said. “We in fact have separate evidence
that brain inflammation could be involved in this process, as it is
evoked by saturated high-fat feeding, which will be presented in a
What do you think of posts (by the tumblr vegan community) that claim that meat, dairy, and eggs are completely unsustainable and that veganism is the way forward for the planet?
Well, if our population continues to expand at its current rate, practically everything we do will become completely unsustainable. And livestock are definitely very resource-intensive relative to their caloric output; much more so than, like, wheat and rice.
You know what’s also comparatively resource-efficient, though? Bug farming. Oh man. In the future we’re all gonna be eating so many millet worms. Just pounds and pounds of worms and grasshoppers and beetles. So much good protein in those crawly little fuckers. Farming bugs is space-efficient, they’re cheap to feed, and their nutritional value is absolutely bonkers.
I mean, listen. It takes 100 pounds of feed to produce 10 pounds of beef. But the same amount of feed would produce 40 pounds of cricket. And did you know that a pound of cricket has the same caloric content and percent protein as ground beef? 100 grams of cricket comes out to about 200 calories. And some bugs are worth way more! Mexican leafcutter ants are worth about 400 calories per 100 grams. Locusts? 500 calories. Termites? 550 calories, and they have the same percent of protein content as beef. Insects are also a rich source of iron, calcium, potassium, sodium, and phosphorus. We haven’t figured out how to farm most of these bugs on an industrial level yet, at least not to a standard fit for human consumption, but you can bet we will. Eventually, global hunger will trump our collective squeamishness.
Sorry, what were we talking about? Oh, veganism. Yeah, we’re gonna be eating a lot less steak and eggs in the future, but that doesn’t mean we’re gonna become vegans.
“Can I relieve you of your coat?” MODOK asks. I shake my head. I’m still cold from the twenty minutes I’ve just spent clinging to the back of a jet-propelled rocket-cycle, thousands of feet above the ground.
“Would you like REFRESHMENT?!” he asks. I blink at him. After last night! Is he trying to be funny? It’s hard to tell - he only really has the one facial expression. For one second, I think about asking for a margarita - but I don’t have the nerve.
I don’t have very much nerve, generally speaking.
“WHY ARE YOU JUST BLINKING AT ME, SIMPLETON? Refreshment! A beverage! Drink! IS - YOUR - THROAT - DRY?” I am too confounded by his impressively booming speaking voice to answer right away, so he sighs and swivels his chair away from me. “It pleases MODOK to have a glass of white wine. Are you familiar with the practice of drinking wine? If I pour you a glass, will you be able to figure it out, you tragically dull creature?“
"Yes, please,” I murmur.
I am standing in this enormous laboratory feeling out of place. I walk over to a glass wall, and I realize that the lower half of the wall opens onto a balcony. Seattle is lit up and lively in the background, I imagine, although the balcony is cluttered with incubation chambers containing dozens of MODOK clones in suspended animation, their organs ready to be harvested if any of MODOK’s should fail. I walk back to the bar area - it takes a few seconds, it’s so far from the window, and on the other side of a yawning pit that seems to plunge all the way to the ground floor of the tower and beyond. Every few seconds the ghost of a scream floats up from the floor. The effect is breathtaking.
MODOK is withdrawing the cork from a slim bottle of wine with one of the countless metal limbs he can summon from his armor at will. This one has a corkscrew on it.
“This is a Latverian white. It is similar to - do you like Riesling?“
"I know nothing about wine, MODOK. I’m sure it will be fine.” My voice is soft and hesitant. My heart is thumping. I want to run, even though I have been asked to refrain from sudden movements to avoid provoking the blade-sentries. This is seriously rich. Seriously over-the-top Tony Stark-style wealthy. What am I doing here? You know very well what you’re doing here, my subconscious sneers at me. Yes, I want to be in MODOK’s bed. Or whatever he sleeps in. Perhaps some kind of hyperbaric chamber.
“Of course it will be fine! MODOK does not debase himself with the kiwi-mango swill that passes for wine amongst your undergraduate peers, you cow. Here.“ He extends a claw-tipped limb, from which dangles a glass. Even the glasses are rich…heavy, glowing slightly but hopefully not in a way that indicates radioactivity, crystal. I take a sip, and the wine is light, crisp, and delicious. I’m pretty sure it hasn’t been poisoned.
"You’re not pestering MODOK with pointless questions, and you’re not even blushing. In fact, I think this is the palest I’ve ever seen you, Anastasia,” he notes. “I have a variety of substances that would have sufficient caloric content for a female of your size. Are you hungry?“
I shake my head. Not for food.
"It’s a very big place you have here,” I offer.
“MODOK Tower, headquarters of my global - galactic, even - organization, staffed by thousands of the brightest minds I have been able to create or kidnap or coerce into my employ; one hundred and ten floors worth of technology so advanced a credulous monkey like you would think it magic; hundreds of cells containing unspeakable biological abominations; all of it in service to MY ULTIMATE WILL, and the greater goal of the sublimation of all mankind by my SUPERIOR INTELLECT - you think this is…big?!”
His eyes burn with something. Maybe I’ve amused him. Maybe he wants to transplant my brain into a robot octopus, just to see what happens. Either way, I hope he likes me.