Updated: Jun 16, 2019
The other day I was talking to a guy that had just popped his Circuit Factorial cherry. To refresh himself, he was drinking a bottle of what the French might call "orange juice." We (I) check the calories, and then we (I) estimate the calories burned in a CF. We (I) converted the calories into sugar, and then I asked him to imagine spooning 9 sugars into a cup of coffee. We (he) balked at the idea, and continued to purple at the idea of washing one third of his workout down the drain in a few sugary gulps.
As I was laying into him, I could see the cogs whirling in his head. How can this be wrong? It’s fruit juice. Everyone knows that fruit is healthy. What the hell is going on?
Fruit juice is one of those things that an Italian might call "an easy mistaka to maka," and I wanted to pen a simple blog to ensure you never maka thata mistaka again.
Food advice is never more than a stone’s throw away. Magazines, books, and blogs abound, bristling and brimming with a bounty of beneficent, tricks and tips on how to populate your gob. Sometimes baffling, occasionally brilliant, rarely bovine. Presently, you can exchange seven years of your life for a nutritional PhD. A document that'll allow you to declare with absolute confidence: “this carrot, is good.” Let me save you an awful lot of time. Are you ready?
Eat foods close to their natural state.
Those seven words are the nub, the crux, and the nexus of 99.9% of all reliable food advice. How can you tell if something is good for you? It’ll radiate an extremely natural vibe. And how can you tell if something is lousy? It's Kim Kardashian on a plate.
An orange seed finds the soil, whereby a touch of poop, and the elements bring a tree into being. It bears fruit; oranges are perfectly packaged pieces of fruity goodness. The apotheosis of nutritional excellence.
If one takes half a dozen oranges, squeezes out the juice and discards the fibrous flesh, you are left with the equivalent of a pint of Coca Cola. To make juice, you must wrench the fruit away from its natural state. And thus we unleash a the Kim.
It’s not the yoghurt, for yoghurt is just milk and bacteria. Strawberry-flavoured yoghurt… now that’s the basta*d. It’s not the butter, for butter is just churned milk, but margarine - that is a chemical abomination. It’s not whole rice, translation real rice, translation brown rice, straight outta the paddy. It’s the white stuff, stripped of all nutritional efficacy, served to you as little pellets of quick release sugar.
It’s such a pointless platitude to say that nature knows best? But guess what? She does. A camera copies the human eye. A boat’s rudder mimics the tail of a fish. The flour mill is basically your teeth. Mother N is an omniscient woman. The more you deviate from her rule-set, the more health problems you will face in your life. Before your put it in your mouth, ask yourself “how far has this travelled from it’s natural state?” If the road is long with many a winding turn, put down the fork.
Much love, Philip x