I have a few reasons to be constipated today, most notably from all the wind coming out of the southeastern United States. That’s another story. However, in terms of be constipated, a new drug has been approved to help people that chronically suffer from this. This drug is called Linzess, I have no idea of how they name drugs. Did they mean “Bizness”, that would seem more appropriate. Reading the article or more aptly the title of the article in this morning’s paper got me thinking about doing a quick scan of this morning’s papers, wondering, and asking why. First, from the New York Times:
Now, wouldn’t you think a drug to encourage people to do their business would be called an anti-constipation drug? Just wondering. Check out this graphic from NPR’s Planet Money Blog about what Americans do during the day, maybe this is what’s causing our backed upness. We need to play more sports
Sticking with New York Times, an interview with the Food Network’s Robert Irvine. Don’t know him, but he seems to enjoy exercise:
I have no problem with a food star telling the nation about his exercise regimen. We need more of that. But Mr. Irvine sums up his fitness accumen with this statement:
“I think the best way to lift weights is to do light weights and lots of repetitions. I do one body part a day. Normally chest followed by back, shoulders, biceps and then triceps. I very rarely do legs because I do cardio about 20 minutes every day. So I try not to do too many leg workouts other than running. I also like the elliptical machine.”
I’m glad he lifts weights, again, another thing we need to do more of. I’m even proud of the fact that he doesn’t lift heavy things, he is 47 for Pete’s sake. 47 year olds shouldn’t be lifting heavy things. It’s the last two sentences that strike me. ”I rarely do legs…” Mr. Irvine, with all due respect, ever met a runner with a leg injury? Why might that happen, they run? Alot. Could it be because their legs, core, and abs are a bit weak? I’ll seek out Mr. irvine for my next dinner party but not my next workout.
Onward to the Minnesota State Fair (How could we avoid it?) and the Star Tribune’s headlines:
I actually like this one because it most likely was a long week at the fair. Extreme heat and loads of food equals long week. After waxing eloquent about the price of food and the amount of carbs one can consumer, James Lileks states:
“Suggestion, then, for a new stand: HARDLY MUCH OF ANYTHING! Small portions of everything at the fair. A bag of three mini donuts. A sack of French fries you could mail with one first-class stamp. An elephant ear that did not appear to be a 1:1 replica of an actual elephant ear. Cinnamon buns that cannot be mistaken for an ottoman. Charge twice as much for a fourth of the portion, and you’ll make a fortune.
I’m serious. It’s getting to the point where deep-fried watermelon is next and you’ll get a 10-pound object you have to put in a sling around your neck to eat. The “About a Yard Long Hot Dog” is inevitable, too, sold with beer in 32-gallon drums on wheels and a garden hose.”
Wouldn’t it be great if you could buy three mini-donuts or two cookies? Can you go to the fair and not eat? When did Minnesotans fascination with terrible food at the State Fair begin? Anyone? Bueller? Ever wonder why the majority of us associate the State Fair with food and are powerless against it’s grab? Hint: Think habit.
Lest you think the Great Minnesota Get Together is the only bastion of poor food, look what we left behind in Iraq:
Seems one of our lasting legacies, aside from being greeted as “liberators” (Thanks, Mr. Cheney) is fast food. You’ve got to love this quote found on the opinion pages of the Star Trib:
“Indeed, ‘Kentucky’ has become the generic name for American-style fried chicken, which Iraqis pack away by the bucketload.”
I know I equate Iraqi food with Colonel Sanders. Interesting. A quote from the owner of a traditional Iraqi dining establishment in Baghdad:
“Sometimes we need ‘Kentucky.’ Not just fish, fish, fish.”
He’s got that right, sometimes we need Kentucky. I think in the United States the quote is reversed, as if to say, “Sometimes we need fish. Not Kentucky, Kentucky, Kentucky.”
And finally, it seems that even students at Harvard cheat:
Has absolutely nothing to do with the food, just found it funny. Gasp. Harvard students cheat? No. I’ll have to ask some of Harvard alum friends if they ever travelled down that path.
And really finally, it’s Friday, and we need a new food rule. We missed last week, so here we go:
Invite Clint Eastwood’s imaginary friend over for dinner. When he or she shows up, you’ll still be the only one in the room and that means you’ll eat less. Who knows, maybe you can even carry on a coherent conversation.