Every year there is a new trend in human nutrition. Depending on the objective, the swings in prescribed methods of fueling your body can be drastic.
Chocolate is good. Chocolate is bad.
Coffee is good. Coffee is bad.
Alcohol is bad. Alcohol is good.
Fat is bad. Fat is good.
Carbs are bad. Carbs are good.
On and on and on. Turning in circles. It feels like we are lost, without a map, wandering around a landscape of endless options and opinions.
But what is the destination of this journey? General healthiness, right? I mean some of us are wanting slightly different outcomes from our eating practices than others, but largely we just desire a healthy body, at a healthy weight, with a healthy proportion of muscle and fat. Barring any specific dietary needs or restrictions from allergies, medical conditions, or religious purposes, that “SHOULD” narrow things down overall.
This was my logic and still is. And in the setting of the modern, western world the path to take with that destination in mind should be fairly straight. Here’s what it is!
- Eat as much “real food” as possible. (I.e. as little commercial processing as possible.)
- Eat less sugar
- Eat less fried food
- Otherwise, moderation.
That’s it!
So how did this perspective come about? Bodybuilding! Yes, seriously. Stick with me here. When I was a freshman in high school, I had an emotionally damaging experience. Nothing objectively horrible, but it shamed me enough to put a chip on my shoulder.
I was forgotten by my coach during a sports award ceremony. Then when my teammates reminded him of this oversight, he hastily called me up to stand with the rest of the team and tried to cobble together a few words about my participation and performance over the past season. The line that was burned into my mind like a branding iron was: “…once his strength develops….”.
This was alluding to a lack of ability on my part and the expectation that developing more strength in the future would improve. Not only is this a potentially damaging comment to make about a young man in front of a room full of peers, coaches, parents, and administrators, but the sport in question was GOLF!
GOLF!
A game that demands very little relative strength! GOLF!
The chip on my shoulder was more like a chunk. I was furious, ashamed, belittled, and determined to make sure that never happened again. Every night before getting in the shower I would do as many push-ups as I could. Then before going to bed I would do dumbbell curls until I couldn’t lift the weight any longer. (Typical teenage boy workouts, ha!)
My sister played basketball for the same high school and during their practices the coach would sometimes bring them into the weight room to workout. Since I depended on her for a ride home after school, I was stuck there but now had occasional access to the weight room. I had no idea what I was doing, but dawdled around and did my best to make my little muscles grow and avoid more shame.
When my sophomore year rolled around and I was allowed to enroll in “Weight Training” as an elective, I jumped all over it. It was a relaxed class atmosphere with very little instruction and oversight compared to a normal class. Our grades only depended on our 1-rep max weight increasing over the course of the semester. How we got there and spent the time between “tests” was entirely up to us. I devoured the little information our teacher provided and supplemented it with grocery store muscle magazines.
“How to increase your bench press.”
“How to grow your arms.”
“How to get giant quads.”
“How to build your lats.”
All of the information was flooding into my brain and I was absorbing it all like a thirsty sponge. The next 2 years of high school also included Weight Training class and I was as diligent as anyone in the school with my training. Chest workouts one day. Leg workouts another. An entire day dedicated to arms (of course). Another day spent learning to power clean with better form. And on and on.
The muscle did slowly accumulate over my lanky frame. When the comment was made during that sports award ceremony I didn’t think my strength was lacking. Apparently I was wrong. Now that I had been training for over 3 years, I was much stronger and yet still somehow fully convinced that the deficiency remained. The deficiency that likely wasn’t even there to begin with.
I was 6’4″ tall, weighing a lean 194 lbs despite eating nearly everything in sight. Between weight training, varsity soccer, and varsity track, my body was burning calories at an absurd rate. My 1-rep maxes were deep into “respectable” territory for an 18 year old amateur. I could bench 235, squat 335, and clean 255. Enough to put me toward the top of the class overall. I ran a 4.65 40-yard dash over and over, which was the fastest in the entire school. I was the fastest sprinter on the track team and went on to win the boys 4A State Track and Field title in the 200m, setting a new school record. I also helped to set school records in the 4x100m and 4x400m relays. On top of that, my classmates voted me as “Best Physique” in the senior class, which was immortalized in the yearbook.
Every indicator of success was mine. The story had been overturned. I had irrefutable proof that I was strong enough, fast enough, GOOD ENOUGH. But possibly the last person still holding onto that old belief that my strength had yet to develop was me. That my worth was yet to develop. That adequate reason to remember me was not present. The chip on my shoulder remained.
Once into college my working out intensified. The new environment of a college campus and all of the new people to make a first impression on stoked the fire of my insecurity. I worked out every weekday for between 2 and 4 hours. Heavy weight training, arduous ab workouts, outdoor sprints, and everything in between filled my afternoon schedules.
I was a regular at a nearby community college and befriended an exercise science professor who also worked in their fitness center part time. In fact the fitness center staff was entirely made up of faculty. It was an amazing wealth of knowledge and experience and was the single biggest factor shaping my training, diet, and recovery both then and now. My results continued to accumulate and my sense of self worth continued to…not continue. It stagnated.
Part of my drive to be exceptional physically was to adopt the dietary habits needed to foster the results I was seeking. Obviously a lot of the advertising in the fitness industry is paid for by supplement companies. But man cannot live on protein shakes alone. Or on just chicken, brown rice and broccoli. I needed to foster fat loss, muscle gain, and peak performance without a mentally taxing list of restrictions or a fancy meal plan.
Out of that mentally unhealthy time came a simple and easy to follow guideline for eating. I hate the word “diet” and its connotations so we will avoid it. Guidelines are something you choose with a sober mind and follow because they result in logical and sustainable outcomes. The guidelines at that time were:
- No sugar
- No fried foods. (except tortilla chips, which are impossible to refuse)
- Eat lots of protein
That’s it. Still a good guideline system overall in my opinion, but not as sustainable or as balanced as the 4-Steps above. Notice the change here to completely abstaining from both sugar and fried foods. This along with my propensity for treating workouts like a part time job lead to a ridiculously low body fat percentage of about 4%. They tested it there at that professor-rich community college and I was advised to stop losing body fat because I was at the limit of what is healthy to maintain. Any less body fat and I would be taking steps in the wrong direction. I ate so little sugar that when I visited the dentist they said, “Wow! What do you eat?”. There was so much less decay happening in my teeth than their average patient that it was immediately noticeable.
But abstaining from a whole chunk of available foods is really difficult in the long-term. A little birthday cake or a chicken biscuit won’t throw off your training, progress, or healthy to any measurable degree. So we will switch from “No” to “Less”.
Eat as much “real food” as possible. (I.e. as little commercial processing as possible.)
This guideline came about in 2020 (this year) when I was looking for a single rule I could consider when choosing what to put in my stomach. A simple thought to run through your mind that considers your overall health without the oppression of other voices that are largely driven by shame, guilt, or other damaging motivations. The chip on my shoulder should not be allowed to dictate my life any more.
Eat less sugar
This is probably predictable. But it’s still true. Sugar seems to be in everything that is fast and tasty. Its negative effects are largely known and are commonly understood. It’s still something that is very tempting and very easy to go ahead and give in to. A little flavored coffee creamer, one of those good pastries, a bit of candy before lunch, a fruit smoothie, a little treat in the afternoon, and a scoop of ice cream for dessert is not an uncommon day of dietary indulgences. But if you add up the total amount of unnecessary sugar intake from those little delicious treats, it is ridiculous.
Eat less fried food
Frying food makes it more delicious. One of the universal truths. However, the salty fatty crispy coating also makes it detrimental to your health. Probably. Much of the time I find the food that is being fried is actually so lacking in nutrition or desirability that it’s only through frying that it is able to hold any appeal. Mm-mm potato strips. Not very tasty. French fries: delicious.
Otherwise, moderation.
Always a good idea to take things in moderation. Even if something seems to be really healthy, consuming an obscene quantity can cause detrimental effects. We aren’t made to only consume fruits or only consume meats or whatever the suggested monochromatic trend prescribes. Odds are we need to consume a different ratio of veggies, fruits, carbs, and meats than we currently do, but even then having some of each is likely the healthiest overall choice. Obviously moderating the amount of blatantly unhealthy foods and drinks is wise. But that is often the hardest category in which to exercise self discipline. If a bite of pie is good, then 3 pieces of pie is really good!
One of the most immediately successful habits I have experimented with in my own pursuit of self control and moderation is speed. Just slowing down to consider what is happening can snap you back into reality. Labeling the activity helps bring to light the goodness of the situation and can bring some clarity. “I am in my own home, with people I care about, getting to eat this delicious food. How amazing is this! What a treat! I GET to have this dinner, this dessert, this snazzy cocktail. Wow, this is a privilege.” It is when I am most mindless and emotional that my indulgences run wild and I finish that bag of chips or that pint of ice cream.
Getting results is fun. Getting to the goal weight/size/performance/aesthetic is an achievement for sure. But sacrificing your sense of self worth or sanity is NOT WORTH IT.
-Brendan
Getting results is fun. Getting to the goal weight/size/performance/aesthetic is an achievement for sure. But sacrificing your sense of self worth or sanity is NOT WORTH IT.
The toll this takes on your mental and spiritual health isn’t covered by any physical satisfaction gained along the way. You have to be a whole person. Satisfied, sane, and safe. Telling yourself you aren’t enough, aren’t ok, aren’t who you need to be and letting that be a non-stop recording in your own head is not the way.
The chip on my shoulder has mostly healed. I’m not sure it can ever fully heal. But today, I want to be healthy so I can experience life fully. I can indulge in a brisk run when the weather is good and enjoy the speed my legs still have. I can chase my nieces around for an hour without getting so tired I have to quit. I can help people near me who are not as strong to move heavy things. (This sounds simple and silly, but it actually is a regular occurrence!)
I can have fun setting a fitness goal and working towards it for the thrill of the chase, the development of discipline, and the fun of sharing the journey, without it determining my self worth.
This is the kind of structure we need around our food intake. One that takes into account the bigger goals in life and is both motivating and simple enough to be something we can do for years or decades to come. One that we can talk openly about without feeling ashamed. One that encourages all forms of health, and doesn’t trade physical health for mental health.
Happy Eating!
















