As some, (many? most?) who know me personally or who are followers of my Mister Journalism blog may know I’ve been on a grain-free/refined sugar-free lifestyle since last summer when I topped 280 pounds. For years, I’d tried various “diets” from Richard Simmons’ cards system (really a modified Weight Watchers program), to my own “White-Out” diet (nothing white – no rice, bread, potatoes), to being an avid jogger back in the 1970s. Even as a teen, not long after graduating high school (when I tried a one-meal-a-day… huge breakfasts of eggs and meat) and each time I’d lose 20-30 pounds or more and I’d fall off the wagon after a few months and slowly (or not) it would all find me again. But last summer after watching a PBS special “The Wheat Belly Diet – by noted Wisconsin cardiologist, researcher and author Dr. William Davis) I really took a real interest in the human biological basis for going grain- and sugar-free.
I bought his book and slowly but surely became sold on its health benefits and the fact that I didn’t have to count calories, sort cards or (beyond grains and sugars) watch at all what or how much food I was consuming. When I felt certain it was for me (mid-August) I weighed in at 279.9 pounds. I’m 5’11 and on half-dozen drugs for hypertension. My blood pressure always stuck around 160/90 – and sometimes higher. Problematic for a fellow whose father battled that too his whole adult life so far as I can recall and who died of a massive heart attack at age 60 while playing first base on his church softball team. Dead before he hit the ground one paramedic told me at his funeral. So I retired early – age 60 – but still was unable to get either my weight nor my BP numbers down. Not until the last 6 months.
Since August 2015, I’ve dropped from 279.9 to 228.3 just a couple days into April 2016. My goal weight is 210 – losing the 70 pounds would put me there – 18 pounds to go between now and August 2016 – one year. And once there, I will weigh what I did in October 1968 when my wife Penny and I got married.
I certainly encourage you to do some research on the Wheat Belly Lifestyle – you have nothing to lose but pounds and inches and good health is all you have to gain! Feel free to contact me for more information or if I can answer your questions.
No need to count calories to lose weight. No need to exercise to lose weight.
As a follower of Dr. Davis’ blog I receive his regular blog posts in my email in-box and I enjoyed this one below. I hope you do too! – Jeff Salisbury
You might be a Wheat Belly when . . .
Time for a little fun. You know comedian Jeff Foxworthy’s “You might be a redneck when . . . ” you ever cut your grass and found a car. Or you’ve ever financed a tattoo. Or you’ve ever bathed with flea and tick soap. In that same spirit, You might be a Wheat Belly when . . .
Alright: Stifle your guffaws, because this is serious stuff.
We all know that consumption of modern wheat and grains is associated with an astounding list of health problems, such as acid reflux, joint pains, behavioral and learning difficulties in children with ADHD and autism, depression, eating disorders like bulimia and binge eating, diabetes and pre-diabetes, and on and on. But the signature abnormality, the one clear-cut red flag on the surface: the infamous wheat belly, the probuterant “love handles” or “muffin top” that hints at underlying visceral fat, a hotbed of inflammation.
So how might John or Mary Q. Public know when they’ve got one? Well:
You haven’t been able to look straight down and see your toes since high school.
You thought pizza with low-fat cheese was a perfect healthy meal.
You thought you’d pass some gas quietly and unnoticed, only to realize it was the solid discharge of last night’s pasta dinner.
You can navigate traffic hands-free, maneuvering the steering wheel just by shifting your butt left or right.
You think a dinner of whole grain pasta, Italian bread, and tiramisu is a well balanced diet.
You’ve laughed and popped your jeans open.
You considered shoving a little kid aside so that you could get the last muffin at the breakfast bar.
You have to ask your husband to read your weight on the scale.
You dread putting on socks or pantyhose as much as a colonoscopy.
Your dental hygienist puts on a Haz-Mat suit to clean your teeth.
You believe that sprouting wheat seeds in water and labeling them with a God-like name magically transforms them into a healthy food.
You go to Krispy Kreme and they greet you by your first name.
You thought a bowl of sawdust every morning disguised as bran cereal was essential for healthy bowel movements.
You’ve remarked, “Why eat dinner?” after eating all the bread and rolls the waitress served before the entree.
You think fast food can be healthy if you just don’t eat the fries.
You thought a caramel macchiato with a reduced-fat banana chocolate chip coffee cake at Starbucks was a chic breakfast.
You only have to fill the bathtub halfway.
You thought Lite beer was the greatest invention since sliced bread.
You’ve often thought that McDonalds was underrated.
You ate the last half-donut in the box at work.
Okay, okay. You see that I could go on forever with this. (Thinking about this stuff, I couldn’t help hearing comedian Jeff Foxworthy’s voice: “You might be a redneck when . . . “)
Can you come up with any? If so, please feel free to post them on the Official Wheat Belly Facebook page!