Andrea is the cook in our house. Steven is in charge of dishes. In most households this would be an unfair division of labor. In our household, it balances out perfectly because when Andrea cooks she uses every pan, dish and utensil in the kitchen. Andrea cooks like our four-year-old nephew eats. It’s a joyous, full-body experience. Nothing is left untouched. The aftermath looks like the Gulf Coast in the wake of Hurricane Katrina.
“Do you want to meet Harold?” We were visiting our friends Chris and Kati in Petaluma, California. The question came as we were finishing a tour of the farm on which they live.
“Who’s Harold?” Andrea asked.
“He’s a cow our landlord is raising. Any interest in going into the meadow to feed him apples? He’ll take them right out of your hand.”
“Sure.” Anyone who was raised on a farm has already recognized the stupidity of our answer.
When did science become public enemy number one? Every time a study is published, politicians and public figures emerge to question the new data. “I’m not a scientist,” they customarily begin. “But this new data must be wrong because it contradicts one of my childhood beliefs.”
We hold a very different attitude: When data contradict our beliefs, we lean towards the data. If the data are compelling enough, we will abandon our previously held beliefs. In other words, if your beliefs crash headlong into reality, it is unlikely that reality is the problem.
To celebrate the launch of our new website, The Drink Your Carbs eBook is free for the next two weeks.
There are, however, caveats. The eBook is only free from iTunes, Google Play, Smashwords and Kobo. It’s $0.99 on Amazon and Barnes & Noble because that is the lowest price we are allowed charge.
So grab your free copy. This is a great chance to try out a few of the less-popular eReader formats.
National Public Radio just ran a history of USDA dietary advice from 1943 to the present.
The only problem is that they forgot the most important one: the Drink Your Carbs Food Pyramid, the only pyramid that allows dieters to continue enjoying alcohol.
According to Forbes Magazine, only 8% of Americans achieve the goals set in their New Years resolutions. Every one else fails, bombs, flops, nosedives or otherwise falls short of their own expectations. Forbes presents this as bad news.
The mere fact that 92% of New Years resolutions fail presents the very solution for anyone who desires to make personal changes in the new year. Look at it this way: if you design your resolutions such that failing would result in your betterment, the odds suddenly shift into you favor. This is beauty of math about which mathematicians prattle endlessly.
Allow us to offer a few personal examples. This year, we resolved to start smoking, exercise less and dramatically increase our sugar intake. As we have mentioned, we have only an 8% chance of meeting these goals. Or, if you prefer, we have a 92% chance of finding ourselves at the end of 2016 having eaten well, exercised constantly and, once again, failed to pick up a cigarette dependency.
We all simply need to skew our goals such that failure is the preferred outcome. We can’t promise 100% success, but 92% is still beyond the wildest dream of the greediest gambler.
This year may your headwind be strong and your obstacles great. We hope that you fail miserably and become a fitter, happier and healthier person as a result.
Happy New Year from all of us at DYC.
“Are you excited that the book is done?” We were asked this question a thousand times after the book was published.
“Of course,” we lied. The truth was too embarrassing to admit. The only emotion we felt was dread. When you release a book, you lose control. We like the book. We think it’s funny. But it was possible that everyone else would find it Old Yeller depressing. You never know how people will react; if you don’t believe us, ask anyone who has a Twitter account.
Aside from one, “Stop trying to take away my Fruity Pebbles, Haters!” the reactions have been overwhelmingly positive. Allow us to share a few of the responses we’ve received:
Can you hold our drinks while we go up to the podium to collect our Nobel Prize?
“Ladies and gentlemen of the Selection Committee, esteemed colleagues and people who snuck in here because they heard about the open bar. This is a huge surprise. Neither of us are doctors. We have only one advanced degree between us. Steven has a Masters degree in Godzilla. Hardly the background from which one expects recognition on this level . . .”
[If you are already on DYC or you’ve been following the blog for some time, you may want to jump straight to the bottom where you can leave us angry comments about being repetitive.]
We often describe DYC as how to guide for cutting calories and losing weight without giving up alcohol. But this only tells half the story. DYC started as a joke. In many ways, it’s still a joke. It just happens to be a joke that actually works.
The first time we tasted Amaro was in Florence, Italy more than 20 years ago. Andrea pointed to a strange looking bottle on a high shelf in a small restaurant and asked, “What is that?”
The waiter rolled his eyes, “That is for old Italian men.”
Andrea didn’t miss a beat. “Perfect. We’ll have two served however the old men drink it.”
Our drinks arrived straight up in dessert wine glasses. They were the color of long-neglected motor oil. They tasted like a mishmash of vanilla, caramel, juniper berries, peppermint and Vicks VapoRub. If we believed in past lives we might claim that we were once old Italian men because we fell instantly in love.