Hitchens on Atkins
Aug. 19, 2003 4 Comments Posted under: Uncategorized
Christopher Hitchens, dissecting the Atkins diet: “I follow medical advice in only one respect, which is to make sure that I swallow the two shots of alcoholic medicine that doctors now agree is essential for the heart and the arteries.
(And remember – no cheating. The New England Journal Of Medicine is very clear on this. At least two drinks, and every day. No skipping. No skimping, please.)”
Dong Resin adds: “The Atkins thing sets off my alarm bell because it’s too extreme, and the body doesn’t like extremes. This is why Lou Ferrigno has a vagina or something, now. If Atkins told you to cut back on carbs and stick with lean protein, I’d be cool with it. It swings too far in the other direction, fucking running away from carbs like a skulless man in hailstorm. It tells you to eat no carbs, and lots of fatty meat. It has the feel of a mugging victim who suddenly wants not merely a handgun, but the Dirty Harry Callahan hand cannon model.”
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Speaking of extremes, has anyone tried running five miles a day while maintaining a two-pack a day smoking habit? It’s not easy.
*It’s not easy*
5 Miles and 40 Phillip Morris Class A per day???!! What’s your secret Randy? I’m what you might call a “punctuated equilibrium smoker.” That is, I don’t smoke for days or weeks at a time — until I take a nasty spill off the wagon and smoke maybe a pack during a night’s drinking bout. After this, my modest cardio regime (think 15 minutes on the stairmaster) ends up deader than passenger pigeon for at least 3 days.
Your constitution is truly admirable sir.
What’s your secret?
I wish I could manage my habit so it only kicked in for weekends/drinking.
I may have exaggerated slightly (in fact, I did)- it’s more like 8 cigarettes a day and three miles. It makes no sense whatsoever. And now I’m eating bacon, all day long. And watching Three’s Company reruns, the really shitty ones with Jenilee Harrison. I’ll be dead (and intellectually sterile) in one year, tops.
Bacon cancels cigarettes right out, Randy. You’ll be fine.
Jenilee Harrison can’t hurt you if you keep the mute button on.