Monthly Archives: September 2015

The Mind-Control Diet

I post when something weird happens and I’m inspired to write.  Recently, there hasn’t been much weirdness.  This is good for life, bad for blog writing.

Chris is still dieting for his powerlifting meet in November.  He’s perfectly on track to be 205 lb the day of the meet.

His diet approach has been fascinating in a way:  he basically decided he wants to lose about 0.5 to 1 lb per week and that is exactly how much he is losing.  He IS NOT TRACKING MACROS. The phone app he was using, the one that revealed to me that he was on a secret diet, is no longer being used.  He isn’t even spreadsheeting it.  (By “it” of course I refer only to his macros. His weight and a complex workout plan are spreadsheeted; one cannot survive as Chris without complex spreadsheets.)  So his current diet, as I observe it, is simply to will himself to lose weight.

When I pressed Chris for the details of the mind-control diet, he explained that he is doing “high carb” days on weekends and less carbs during the week but, as a regularly observer of his eating habits over the past several years, I cannot discern how what he is doing now is much different from how he eats when he is not losing weight.  He did have the weird non-cake birthday cake back in August, but since then, he’s eating pizza and cheesecake (among other foods).  He is also 100% energized, sleeping like a normal human, and generally well.  I bring this up only because during bodybuilding diets he is maybe 20% energized, barely sleeps, and is generally strange.  He is not misreading the scale as he does truly look like he’s lost weight.  Thus, willing the fat to go away appears to be an effective approach for him for this relatively minor weight loss.  In our published case study of him, we neglected to look for this neural-metabolic connection.  I will have to let Chris know that we must soon dissect him to search for this pathway.

And that’s it for the update.  Sorry for the lack of photos.  You can’t photograph mind-control.


In my last post, I wrote about how we no longer have cable and thus this fall will be gloriously football free.  To kick off this football-free fall, Chris and I drove this past weekend to Norman, Oklahoma to watch football.

That's us in Gaylord Memorial Stadium in Norman, Oklahoma watching football.  Yes, that really is me there, not a superimposed Lindy image.

That’s us in Gaylord Memorial Stadium in Norman, Oklahoma watching football.  Yes, that really is me there, not a superimposed Lindy image.

Ok, so the trip (for me) was really to visit friends and hang out where we went to grad school.  We saw our old department:

I forget that I'm short until I see pictures like this one.

I forget that I’m short until I see pictures like this one.

We went to Braum’s –an amazing, magical place with the most perfect ice cream sundaes ever created:

Carolyn, Robert, Chris, Jeremy

Carolyn, Robert, Chris, Jeremy

Let’s carefully count the people to ice cream ratio in that photo:  in front of Carolyn = 1 milkshake, in front of Robert = 1 milkshake, in front of Jeremy = 1 sundae, near the photographer (me) = 1 sundae, in front of Chris = a coffee.  We drove for EIGHT HOURS to magical ice cream with sentimental value and he got coffee.

You may at this point be thinking, “Oh right, Chris is supposed to be on a no-longer-secret diet to get ready for this powerlifting meet in November!  How’s that going by the way?”  To answer your thought, Chris has lost approximately seven pounds and is doing well.  I will expound upon his current methods in a future post.

Back to our Oklahoma trip.

We stopped TWICE at the newly remodeled Will Rogers rest stop.  Yes, they do sell t-shirts saying “Will Rogers Rest Stop” there!  Will Rogers is a big deal in Oklahoma.  Once, in grad school, I convinced Chris to go to a show featuring a Will Rogers impersonator.  For two hours, the impersonator lassoed things and answered questions in a drawl as if he was really Will Rogers.  It was exactly as exciting as it sounds.  It was so exciting, in fact, that “The Will Rogers impersonator experience” has become our benchmark for bad entertainment decisions. As in, “Wow, that movie wasn’t too good, but at least it wasn’t a Will Rogers impersonator!”  Thus, the fact that there is now a Will Rogers rest stop is pretty tremendous.  (It may have been named this before but all I remembered it as was the big McDonald’s over highway 44 outside of Tulsa; there was definitely no giant Will Rogers statue when we were in grad school).


Look out Chris! Will Rogers is going to lasso you for not liking his impersonator’s show!

On Sunday, Chris once again blamed his high body density on his inability to excel in water sports and got beaten up from a kneeboard:


Chris promises that this injury looks much worse than it actually is.  He is not concerned about it affecting his lifting.  On Sunday I also sustained a mild water-sports injury when I fell feet-first while water-skiing; I was moving rapidly in one direction and the water was resisting my movement in that direction forcefully and well, I basically experienced a high-intensity lake-water enema.  I don’t think I’ll post a photo of my affected region.

And those were the highlights of our Oklahoma weekend.


Jeremy and Chris watching their beloved Sooners.  Awwww.