Friday, 26 December 2014
Monday, 8 December 2014
Hippocrates, the "Father of Medicine" who lived in Greece around 400 BC came up with this catchy line. He is also credited with being the first to recognise the difference between benign and malignant tumours. In fact, the name cancer comes from the ancient Greek word for crab (think zodiac signs), as scientists at the time thought that clusters of cancer cells looked like the legs of a crab. So cancer has been around for a long time.
These are fascinating observations, but without further analysis it is not possible to determine if these are just correlations (with some other unmeasured factors at play) or if there is some direct causation at work here.
If you want further reading then there is a thorough review of this subject here: http://www.sciencebasedmedicine.org/ketogenic-diets-for-cancer-hype-versus-science/#more-32073. Be prepared for some un-minced words though. The author clearly likes the subject and thinks there might possibly be something in it, but tends to be pretty dismissive of anything not backed up by solid scientific research; but that is to be expected from sciencebasedmedicine.org.
Thursday, 13 November 2014
It was very well made and great credit should be given to presenter Dr Maryanne Demasi and the Catalyst team for producing another documentary after they were so badly treated for their previous expose on Cholesterol & Statins which got recalled due to ruffling too many feathers.
Tim Noakes stars as ever and the addition of Stephen Phinney and the Cricketer Shane Watson add more science and accessibility to the subject, but it is the testimony of Diabetes patient Gabrielle Brunsdon that really makes you stop and listen.
I also like the way that Catalyst post the transscript from the documentary on their web page.
Here it is: http://www.abc.net.au/catalyst/stories/4126228.htm
And if you like that, then you will love this!
Monday, 10 November 2014
Monday, 27 October 2014
It’s been a difficult year of injuries and frustration and at times it seemed like I might not be running this marathon at all, never mind performing well in it. But something happened on holiday in France; my back got better, my walks turned into runs and for the last 2 months I have had no pain at all. I have not done any speed training, just hoping that I might be able to run at all has been enough; but I have done more distance training than ever before with three 20-mile plus runs in the last month including a steady circuit of the Edale Skyline, which is actually rather harder than the BHM.
We passed the lone piper playing his pipes at the same place as usual and the pace and crowds started to settle down. The sun was out, the air was cool and the views were opening up. It was a beautiful and a nearly perfect day.
I had barely slept the night before. A dear friend named Piglet had died in the early morning after a long struggle with cancer and I had spent the night wondering what on earth I thought I was doing going off and running a marathon. Piglet had loved the hills though, and always supported my running. On several occasions over the last 10 years she and my father-in-law had driven out into the countryside to provide me with a meal or a drink as I was passing through someone remote farm or hilltop. And Beachy Head was one of her favourite places. I know that she would have approved. There were a few tears in my eyes at times, but they were good tears.
For the next 10 miles I played an amusing game of see-saw with a group of perhaps 20 runners. They would pass me going up the hills and I would pass them going down them. This gave many of them the opportunity to see the “Fuelled by FAT” message on my shirt and I had interesting but rather too brief discussions on the subject with several of them.
The next 4 miles are mostly downhill and I got a bit despondent for missing Jane on this section. I knew my speed was lower than previously here too. But I reminded myself that I was actually well within target as I went through half way in 1:45; and I resisted the temptation to stick with a number of runners who passed me on this section.
There is a feed station at High-and-Over at 15.5 miles and it was here that I saw the first signs of what was to come for the next 10 miles. Several runners were stopped there, feeding and feeling sore. You can see most of the 12 remaining hills from this point and it is a daunting prospect. I breezed through the station and flew down the hill quite happily. Things were looking good. I then slipped and fell flat on my face in the mud at the bottom of the hill! I gave myself a big telling off for that.
Marcus from Arena 80 caught me up on Exceat hill and we ran together for a while. He was going well and was confident of a PB having done the Marathon De Sables earlier this year.
It was lovely to see Jane and the kids there at the end. Great to share this moment with my family. I couldn't quite believe it when a young chap gave me a ticket that said I’d clocked 3:38:31. I’d stopped looking my watch at about mile 15. I knew I had done well but that was only 2 minutes away from my PB.
In fact it seems that the whole LCHF approach to running has paid off, in exactly the way that I hoped that it would. I can now truthfully say that a half decent club runner like me can run a marathon on LCHF at about the same pace that I ran on carbs. And maybe next year with a bit more training I might go even faster!
Some challenges will be big, some not, some on my own but most with family and friends; some will be running but others (like the “All You Can Eat Sausage Challenge” with Cam, or the “Shop Till We Drop” challenge with Molly) will not. I’ll try not to bore you with them all but I am looking forward to the coming year enormously!
Wednesday, 22 October 2014
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
This week started out badly, a tasteless coffee at Gatwick, a nicer one on the train from Schiphol to Rotterdam; cakes everywhere and not a sausage or hunk of cheese in sight. Arrived late and caught a Caesar salad in the bar. It was gone in a minute and I went to bed hungry.
Woke up hungry and had breakfast at 6:30. The 'raw' milk separated in my cup and the second cup scolded me. Quick scrambled eggs but I had to be with the client early so no seconds. There was nice looking sugary stuff all around me. My little chimp sat on my shoulder asking why I didn't just take one of those pain au raisins? No one would notice, would they? Someone told me the other day to feed my chimp so I took a banana from the stand and put it in my bag for the chimp to have later. That shut him up.
It had been 6 hours since breakfast and I was hungry again. I wandered for 40 minutes looking for some lunch that I could eat; coffee bars with cakes and paninis, corner shops with 100 varieties of sugar. Nothing. Then a student told me about a shop that sold salads, it was back in the Medical Center where I am working. So I find the shop and found the salad but, get this, they can't take credit cards, and they can't take cash. Just cash cards. A couple of nurses look at me as if I'm some kind of freak but a nice chap says there may be a restaurant nearby that takes MasterCard.
I follow his instructions and find it. A cashier confirms that they can take my card. I see soups and salads and I think I may be in heaven. I wander around and choose some spicy soup, a plain salad with thick balsamic oil, a tuna wrap (I will bin the wrap) and a boiled egg. That should do nicely. I take this manna to the cashier and she say's 'oh!' perhaps we can't take your card after all. Or those nice fresh Euros you have! I must have been looking desperate as she calls the smart young manager and he looks me up and down; I think he can sense the pain I am feeling at having to walk away from that tuna, and, cool as anything he says; 'Enjoy your lunch sir; you can pay me next time". Nice one sonny; I might just remember to do that.
This evening after a modest set of mile reps in the park I am hungry again. There was nothing to eat this afternoon as my kind of snacking is just impossible away from home unless you can find a supermarket big enough to stock <5% carb stuff. I must remember never to leave Britain again without M&S Luxury Nuts.
There is a Michelin starred restaurant in my hotel but I can see the look on my boss's face when I present that expense claim; so I head to the bar where I eat possibly the best burger I have ever eaten. Sans pain it came with super-sized egg, a bacon, red-onion and asparagus compote and a truffle-cream sauce; with a side of sweet-chilli prawns. The meat was like something I'd never seen or tasted before; a cross between fillet steak and mince. Perhaps it was a returned tartare that they couldn't bear to bin. It was sublime. I was just washing it down with a glass of fine red when suddenly the bar erupted into euro-vision song time. Time for bed then.
Got to take the rough with the smooth with the rough I guess.
Thursday, 18 September 2014
Sunday, 14 September 2014
Perhaps it was the gentle breeze behind me!
I don't have a good explanation for this experience; apart from the idea that maybe when we first set off our muscles have some stored glycogen and they want to burn it; but there is not enough so they can't perform; once this runs out the fat-adapted state wakes up and gets to work.
I can find no articles on the internet that talk about this subject. So, head down and time to find out more.
Wednesday, 3 September 2014
This mantra is too simple and rather patronizing and tends to be the advice of the lucky slim commentators, who as a consequence of their interest in health are likely to have a 'healthier' diet already. It is what they eat, not their willpower and Sunday morning jogs that is keeping them slim.
Assem Malhotra's advice: “You can’t out-run a bad diet!“ has become a favorite slogan of mine. Yes exercise is very good, but diet is a much bigger factor in weight management.
Over the past 7.5 months of LCHF diet my weight has consistently been about 11 stone 6 lbs. My average training has been low (due to injuries) about 4 hours per week. We just had a 2-week holiday in France during which I reverted to a carb-based diet, I did not noticeably eat more than normal although I was not counting calories – I never do. I trained for about 8 hours per week and my weight rose to over 12 stone.
Imagine what would happen if we led half a class of children to a table covered in sugary drinks, sausage rolls, sandwiches and and donuts (typical kids party food) and the other half to a table covered in water, chicken salad, strawberries and cream (a typical adult summer lunch in Hassocks). We then invite the children to eat as much as they like. Lots more food (and lots more calories) would be eaten by the first half, even though many children and adults would admit that the second table tasted just as good or better.