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What we eat creates the environment in our body that leads us to health problems in the future.  We are, as they say, what we eat.

What we eat creates the environment in our body that leads us to health problems in the future. We are, as they say, what we eat.

The human biology by 10k years ago was finely tuned to live a hunter gatherer society. When we killed something we gorged on it because of food scarcity, we turned off the trigger in our head that told us that we were full because it simply was not the right thing to do in an environment were we didn’t have security in food supply the next day or down the week.  But the human population couldn’t take on that sort of life style in the long run because of our population growth.  That lead to the development of an agricultural society where villages and farming became central to survival.

Thats how society was up until the end of the 19th century.  The US was at a turning point in history where we had to start coming up with the means to deal with food scarcity, how will we ensure that there is a secure way to maintain the availability of food for the entire population?  Thats when the process being applied in the industrial revolution began to appear in agriculture, giving us industrial agriculture.

We go modern agriculture out of this industrial revolution.  We needed to be stronger militarily but we needed food security.  The government began subsidizing farmers, supporting research and scientific development.  We immediately saw this impact the per acre yield of farms, by nearly 20 times.  An acre that would once eek out 20 bushels was now giving up upwards of 200 bushels.  This abundance of grains results in a new problem- lots of extra grains that we don’t know what to do with.

So the government began selling it abroad and farmers were now involved in what developed as a commodity.  The grain was no longer staple food source, but rather the raw product that government scientist with added industry application had created from the raw grain ingredients.  The prices fluctuated and various government policies development until 1973 when the Secretary of the Department of Agriculture, Earl Butz, demanded that farmers either get big or get out.  With that a new stage in agriculture began, one that continues to this day: Big Agriculture and the demise of the family farm, that farm that is idealized or romanticized in our current food marketing environment.

Farmers kept producing an over abundance of subsidized grains that inundated the market to which the government and industry kept looking for new ways to use.  Because the grain was cheap and high in sugar it began to be used to feed livestock.  We wanted to keep food prices cheap and very stable.  We built a food economy around this idea of surplus.

While all of this was happening around the way we approached food, other technological advances were changing other parts of our lives.  Quite simply technology was all about connivence.  We now live in places where we are car dependent, which has cut off our ability to burn calories.  We don’t bike, we don’t walk we don’t do physical activity because we have engineered it out of our lives.  our work as adults has become sedentary.  We are an automated society that is eating food that is cheap and heavy in calories.

The food environment itself is now hostile to healthy eating because we are bombarded by queues through marketing that tell us to eat fast food, food that provides convenience, things that hurt us in the long run because we don’t have a lifestyle or a community living environment that is conducive to burning off all those sugars, fat and rich calorie foods.

Its not that there are evil corporations, incompetent government and an American population that is driven by a lack of self control.  The current reality we live in was rooted in a real human problem, has grown in the context of sociological challenge of providing food (at one point 45% of an American households expenditure) for cheap.  The government pays farmers $45 billion every five years to over produce soy, corn, dairy and wheat as commodity crops not as staple foods.  The foods that contain these products is cheaper because the government is paying you to buy it through the money that they pay Big Agriculture.

Good example is soft drinks and raw fruits.  In the past 20 years the price of Soda went up 20% whereas the price of raw fruits (healthy stuff) went up 117%.  Soda’s main ingredient is high fructose corn syrup, made from the overly abundantly corn grown in America.  Surprisingly enough, fruit and vegetable growers don’t get government subsidies.

These abundant and cheap ingredients have stimulated the growth of a food industry with a financial incentive to use corn and soy products (such as high fructose corn syrup, hydrogenated oils, modified corn starches, etc.) to produce a huge quantity and variety of highly processed foods and not vegetable and fruits.  The reason is that corn and soy have, over the century of industrializing agriculture, were found to be the product that lent itself best to the industrial process, not broccoli or squash or sweet peas.

Our farm policies are driving farmers to overproduce exactly the types of foods that are driving obesity in this country while our desire to have the greatest degree of convenience (i.e. freedom) in our lives especially the degree to which we can spend money on “other” items rather then on food.  In the end though, our indulgence in eating is producing obesity, but this national pastime has not developed outside of a historical context.

let food be thy medicine

Sage advice from Hippocrates, the father of medicine who said “Let food be thy medicine”

This is not giving us a license to live to eat whatever we want, but rather the way I interpret the quote is about understanding how food is the frontline and the continuing anecdote to the health problems the human body is challenged with over time.

My journey has been an interesting one.  I started as an advocate for American Muslim civil rights, and I worked for CAIR, an organization described as the “bull dog” on these issues.  We fought back, we fought hard and we didn’t care if it meant being excluded form the table when we knew that the issues that affected the community was not even being discussed in an honest and sincere way by Federal, state or local agencies.

Somewhere during my six years of doing this fighting my body began to give out.  My body stopped while I tried to fight on.  The consequences of which were evident in that I suffered from severe insomnia, severe back pain, anxiety attacks, headaches and the simplest task of walking a block from one meeting to another resulted in loss of breath and complete sweat storm.  I had gained weight because my daily routine involved me sitting at my desk at work, to sitting in my car commuting, to sitting on my coach, to sitting and eating and then sleeping.  This was on repeat for six years, intermittently I would try to get out and do the activities I once loved but with greater and greater failure.

I got my act together because at the end of the day I believed that my health was my personal responsibility and Islamically its an amana, a trust between an individual and God that the individual is held responsible for.  But each time I got to working out I failed.  Sometimes the worst was me working out and rather then losing weight, gaining weight.

The realization I had, after a lot of lecturing from my mom and health conscience friends, boiled down to food consumption.

The bottom line was that the more conscience I became of what I put into my body, the more weight I loss, the less I felt fatigued and all the other things.  That realization over time was revolutionary for me because I now understood something that I couldn’t quite comprehend before this, there was something fundamentally wrong with the foods in restaurants, on the shelves of grocery stores especially those being advertised and promoted as “healthy” alternatives.  This food was not nutritious, it was not filling me up , I ate it and was hungry to eat more of it or stuff similar to it.  But why isn’t our food nutritious?  How am a an informed consumer when everything I eat is hurting me?

Here I am standing at the doorstep of another David-and-Golith advocacy struggle: our current policy on health, food and agriculture is not designed to benefit the citizens of America.

Which is an utterly sad trend across the board, whether its civil rights or on education or employee rights, it is easier in the United States to be a consumer rather then to be a citizen.

Today consumption of food is probably just as dangerous to your health as is joining the Army and going off to fight in Afghanistan.  While in the army one would be in the direct line of enemy fire, Americans at home have no idea that we are eating ourselves to a shorter life span.  What good was all the scientific and technological developments since WWII of decreasing child mortality, increasing life expectancy, lowering cost of living, when the foods we eat push us further and further along the path of medicated life and eventually death?  Death that could have been avoided altogether.

What stands in the way is our Government, Corporate interests and foolish people who believe in true American values and principles but only as much as it benefits them directly.

So Hippocrates was right and at the same time wrong in modern standards when he said “Let food be thy medicine.”  Today not all foods are equal, not all choice is free and none of this wrapped up in personal responsibility.  However, food can be our lifeline out of this when it isn’t packaged in plastic with a long list of ingredients the majority of which we can’t pronounce let alone clearly know where in nature it comes from.

As someone trying to get healthy and back into shape and a techy, I found a new play thing that is trifecta: the Nike+Sport Watch GPS.  Retailing around $150, I think I have squeezed every single penny worth and sweated ten times that much.  The watch has a built in GPS and makes me appreciate this military developed product.

The ingenious aspect of the product is that it is a two piece system- the watch and this little quarter sized disc that you can place in your shoe.  The disc thingie is actually the Nike+Apple iPod sport kit product, but here it syncs with the watch.  The overall point of this watch and disc is that it tracks your progress on a run/hike and then it integrates it with the Nikeplus.com website where it keeps track of your runs.  The website is also a social media platform.  On a map where you can see your run progress with pace and elevation, you can also see other runners using the Nike+ watch as well as plot runs and find “hot” running places where lots of folks are running.

shot off of amazon.com showing the nikeplus.com website view.

The set up is quite straight forward, there is aUSB plug built into the watches strap click mechanism.  The software is easy to setup and the website is easy to use.  User friendly is awesome because when I am sweating like crazy and tired all I want to do is see how well I did and what I need to improve the next time I run.  For the uber social media aficionado’s there is a way to link up your Facebook and Twitter accounts so you can automatically update your completed run and make your friends cringe at the fact their lazy arses are watching the Honey Boo Boo while your chasing after sweetness.

Dipsea trail

This is a view from the top of the Dipsea Trail that branches off of the Muir Woods main trail. Altogether the hike we did was 6 miles.

I have used it now for a good four months and love it.  I run on the treadmill largely and its been great being able to keep my information digitally in one place.  Recently I used it on a hike I did at Muir Woods National Historic Park in San Francisco.  I was impressed at its ability to track my route on the various hikes I went on as well as leave a pretty cool digital imprint on a awesome trip I had the opportunity to go on.  I am beginning to see it as a great digital souvenir.  Plot my runs and hikes on the digital map as a way to show I have been there and done that not just “checked in”.

I would recommend this to a person who enjoys running, uses social media and wants to keep motivated to stay healthy becuase they got a little bit of competitive spirit.

  • Here is where I stayed in San Francisco, if anyone is interested in reading the review- Hotel Vertigo.
  • For the full Muir Woods Experience read here.

 

Taking the advice of White Parents to deal with your immigrant parents is a bad idea.  Its similar to getting advice from your White friends about how to do things.  (See Russell Peters video below)  I learned real quick that while I might be living in America, there is no way that my White friends behavior will fly at home.  My parents would stamp that reality to smithereens.  The way my parents raised me was the way they were raised, and while it may be in the context of my American upbringing, they put very little effort toward utilizing the American parenting style, if anything they spent more time laughing at some of its most basic assumptions found there.  Concepts of grounding, taking away privileges, or positive reinforcement through assignment of chores and getting a weekly allowance- these gave more power to the kids in my parents eyes.  That was contrary to everything that my parents believed about of what good parenting meant.

So don’t laugh at me when I say that as an adult, my relationship with my parents is still one of that between a child-parent, to a certain degree, not completely.  While I may have inclinations to change my own parenting style when I have kids, my relationship with my parents is still governed by a respectable mix of fear-awe-severe deference to their opinion.  Thats why when I read Huffington Posts article “6 thing you shouldnt say to your adult child” I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of how my parents would respond if I presented this advice to them. Their voice could be heard retorting to each claim made by Linda Bernstein.  The following is what an amalgam of immigrant parents say, based on my observations of various friends parents, about her parenting advice for adult children.

1. Have you gained [lost] weight?

Bernstein advices that parents shouldn’t focus on their adult child’s weight no matter how glaringly obvious, instead be glad they came to visit and that parents should state how they missed them.  An immigrant mother (South Asian, Desi, Pakistani in particular) would say:

Aaaaah, they look fat. There it is, its obvious, I look at my child, I see how fat they are. Seeing is believing.  What they eat is my concern, I cooked and fed them for 20+ years, I am not going to just stop now.  If they eat like a fat person, they will get fat, that is a fact.  

If they don’t change they will not get married, because no one wants to marry a fat person.  If I don’t tell my child they are fat, who else is going to tell them, let alone encourage them to make better life choices.  Parents are meant for this, I am only fulfilling my role.  Life is not a joke and you can not just cruise by, I must act.  

They sit around and eat garbage.  They start their day by sitting in the car, they get to work and sit in front of a computer,  they go to a restaurant to sit and stuff their face for an hour so that they can return to their desk and sit some more, then go home and sit on the coach while they eat more nonsense and then they sleep.  They do this on repeat, no wonder they are getting fat.  I am the positive force that breaks a cycle, that is my role.  I am telling you, until they get married and settle down, there is no fat business.

2. What’s that on your face?

Berstein advises that parents shouldn’t point out physical blemishes like zits.  I think this one made me laugh the most.  A immigrant mother would say:

That thing on their face, its not normal.  They are adults not little kids running around in high school.  Go to a doctor, get medication.  See a specialist.  Do something!  How will they get married?  Who will want to marry my child if they look like that! (Immediately proceeds to pop the pimple or touch in some weird way all while shaking her head.)  Often times this would happen out in public not just in the privacy of your home.

3. How come you hardly ever call (or text) these days?

Berstein advises parents should have a mantra they repeat about how if the child doesn’t call today, its going to be alright.  I guess in a way White parents are trying to exude selflessness, but a immigrant mother, she’s all self.  Her response:

Its my child’s duty to call.  They are responsible to tell me what is happening in their life.  (God forbid a child tells their parent to make the call instead…)  I put food in their mouth, I put up with their crying, I lived through 9 months of carrying them, I drove them to soccer practice.  I gave and I gave, having them call me every single day at 430PM on the dot is not asking to much.  Busy, what the hell are they busy with?  They aren’t some CEO or President, they don’t have a life until they are married.  Until then they are responsible to their mother and father only.

4. It’s all for the best; [So-and-so] was a jerk anyway.

Berstein’s relationship advice is probably up their on laughable immigrant parental advice from a white parent.  She says parents should instead focus on how the child feels and let them know that they are there for them to talk, even if its not about the broken relationship.  No, you see relationships, the marriage ceremony and marriage are the ultimate point of concern for immigrant parents, especially Desi ones:

They are just being picky.  My husband and I were introduced three times maybe, what is this business of talking and getting to know each other, that happens after the marriage.  Look at our marriage, we are happy after 30+ years.  You dont see us doing what these white people do, get old and feel like its time to find someone new because of some crisis about our age.  No, the tradition is best.  They need to lower their standards and be realistic, if I dont help them how will they get married?  If I let them have their way I will be dead and they will be on their deathbeds single and alone.  All this talk about feelings, feelings wont get them married.

5. How can you live like this?

Okay, these have been funny, but I dont think I even need to write an immigrant parents response to this.  Remember going off to college, living in a dorm, how all the white kids parents dumped their stuff and then went out to eat, while you and your parents moved in the mini-fridge, the rice cooker, the 50 different sheets for the bed, ironed all your clothes, went over the laundry procedures while Dad set up the computer and got all your books and school supplies…yeh, you think immigrant parents wont have an opinion about how you live as a adult.  All I will say is that two weeks prior to my parents visiting my apartment, when I lived alone, I would start super deep cleaning and when they visited they would still spend a few hours “cleaning” things up.  Silly Bernstein, I don’t know how you survive giving all this advice.

6. What do you expect me to do?

So this one is probably the only piece of advice where there would be no disagreement between an immigrant parent and Bernstein’s advice.  So I guess there are points of similarities.

To get a sense of where I am coming from, if you can’t relate, watch comedian Russell Peters do his thing.

graphic courtesy of Muslim Matters

Muslim Matters posted a ‘5-Step Guide to Healthy Ramadan Weight Loss‘ which is worth your time to read (its a bit long), but in summary the 5 Steps in brief are:

  1. Stop speed eating at Sahoor
  2. Don’t obsess about food
  3. Exercise (Duh)- doesnt take Sherlock Holmes to figure that out.
  4. Stop feasting after iftar
  5. Be Mindful of other- something I wrote about already in my previous Ramadan posts.

I personally am following the Rehan Jalali Ramadan Nutrition and Workout Plan (which is on Suhaib Webbs blog) this year.  I made some modifications to it because I needed it to suit my lifestyle a bit better, but for the most part I started on Ramadan Day 1 and have been going strong.  While I have been successful in not gaining weight the past four years, and the past two years actually losing weight, I wanted to take things up a notch and get back on track for my 70 Day Challenge which abrubptly came to a stop on Day 35 (Law School, things not working out with a girl, law school, midterms and tests, moving out of apartment, law school doubts).

I am a bit confounded that its been 23 days since I lasted posted on the 70 Day Challenge I stared 35 days ago.  But here is the link to the 70 Day Challenge and the link where you can find the links for all my days- hold me accountable at youtube, pinterest, and twitter.

I haven’t failed at the challenge- not all together, at least- but rather failed at the blogging aspect.  Where I did fail was the past week.  I admit I did not go to the gym or do any sort of physical activity beyond getting up to go to the kitchen and bringing back food to my bed.  Even while I was in the midst of my appellate brief drafting, midterm prepping, resume sending, Houston interview prepping I actually managed to sneak off to the gym and get my manly sweat on.  It was the trip to Houston that done that in.  First I sat for hours, sleep deprived, at LAX.  Then I sat on a plane for four hours.  Then I sat in a hotel room for hours.  Then I sat I stood in lines at Bush International, then sat for a few hours in the terminal all the while looking forward to sitting some more on the plane.  Then I drove a few hours in my car from LAX to my parents home and then from their back to my home.  By the time I got to the gym on Monday my muscles were numb from all the sitting.  My normal warm up mile resulted in severe back pain.  I landed firmly in the confines of my bed alongside Mr. Tiger Balm, Tylenol extra strength pain reliever pills and two whole garbage bags worth of carbohydrate and pure white glucose (the other white powder…) worth of goodies.

A good 10 days worth of time that makes up what I call “THE GREAT COLLAPSE” adding to that whole spiel is the fact that I haven’t blogged about the challenge.  So I promise to get my act together by back filling while simultaneously keeping up to date on present posts.  I know it’s a tall order, especially since I am no James Franco, but I made this promise and I do intend to keep to it like tar and feathers, or a kid and chocolate in a candy store.