by Brian Awehali
A regrettably necessary intro note: My Use of the word “veganism” in one blog post title, or taking other animals’ sentience and experience seriously, doesn’t make me a vegan! The claiming of me for veganism on rather dumb vegan quote sites or, more disappointingly, in an elided and misleading quote in The Sun magazine, only reveals the reactionary aspects of dimwits.
On a long road trip several years ago, when I was still eating even very bad roadside food, I listened to the book Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen, by Christopher McDougall, and I found myself delaying gas and bathroom breaks because I was too interested in what would happen next. McDougall told a wildly entertaining story about traditional and modern competitive “ultra”-runners that managed to also be a sort of ethnography and a treatise on a significant aspect of human evolution: our unequaled long-distance running ability and our related unique ability to sweat from every part of our body, instead of just from our tongues, as basically all other land mammals do.
Why is this significant? As an October 2012 article, “The Running Man Revisited,” from Seed magazine explains:
“…[R]oughly 2 million years ago, Australopithecus, with its tiny brain, hefty jaw and diet of rough, fibrous plants, evolved into Homo erectus, our slim, long-legged ancestor with a big brain and small teeth suited for tearing into animal and fruit flesh. Such a transformation almost certainly involved a reliable supply of calorie-laden meat, yet according to the fossil record, spear points have been in use for 200,000 years at most, and the bow and arrow for only 50,000 years, leaving an enormous stretch of time when early humans were consuming meat without the use of tools. […] A deer and a decently fit man … trot at almost an identical pace, but in order to accelerate, a deer goes anaerobic, while the man remains in an oxygenated jogging zone. The same is true for horses, antelopes, and a slew of other four-legged creatures … and because quadrupeds can’t pant while they run, they also quickly overheat.”
Humans can’t outrun a cheetah or an antelope over short distances, but those animals can only run at their faster speeds for short distances compared to humans. Organized human “persistence” hunters can run an animal until it literally drops of heatstroke, as illustrated by the BBC documentary clip below (hard not to feel bad for the prey):
Hunting doesn’t interest me–if I needed it for survival, I’d feel differently–but hunting for sport seems needlessly cruel and stupid.
But this book made me take up running, an activity I used to loathe unless it happened on a basketball court. I’ve always been basically athletic; I was a competitive swimmer in school, played basketball several times a week on some good Oakland courts through the latter half of the oughts, and ditched my car entirely in 2004 to be a full-time bicyclist in the Bay Area (I’ve since moved away and am driving a car again). But a once daily love of weed, along with various sedentary computer-oriented jobs–designing, editing and writing–just made running seem needlessly intense and ache-producing to me. Bicycling and swimming aren’t weight bearing, and although swimming can be very cardiovascularly intense, you also never really sweat in the water, and it’s easy to loaf and glide without feeling stupid. I don’t like to jog, I like to run, and without working up to it, that meant I always felt vaguely dumb huffing along after 10 or 15 minutes.
Born to Run encouraged me to quit running on concrete, to run barefoot or in trail shoes, and to change entirely the mechanics of my running form. Hell, it even more or less led to me reading ultramarathoner Scott Jurek’s book, Eat and Run, and then undertaking a year of eating (mostly) vegan.
I can’t really say there have been many books that have had such a direct impact on my life. The Gift: Creativity and the Erotic Life of Property, by Lewis Hyde, The Ethical Slut, by Dossie Easton and Catherine Liszt, Alan Moore’s Saga of the Swamp Thing, Vol. 2 (read as a teenager), and the non-fiction essays and commencement speeches of David Foster Wallace are maybe the only others with comparable direct impact.
And so I spent this past summer on the trails and in the lakes and ponds of Western Massachusetts with my dog-daughter, fighting past the early physical limits and aches, and exploring a vegan diet, which I didn’t undertake in earnest until September. (I’ve since returned to eating omnivorously.)
I dislike and don’t respect much of the subculture of veganism, in part because I lived in the Bay Area for many years and had to endure the self-righteous, puritanical, often passive-aggressive drivel of a lot of vegans in the area. I think a lot of it reduces to a reactionary politics of “ew” or “ick.” To be clear, I appreciate and admire many other animals, even more than homo sapiens sapiens, and I think compassion for and understanding of other animals is a good and worthy thing to dedicate oneself too, but:
If you get your packaged, processed, chemical-ridden food from the industrial food system, and paid war taxes on your purchase, you’ve got no righteous leg to stand on. Nor does an intellectually honest look at the sentient (emotional, intelligent) life of plants or the true environmental impact of mass agriculture on wildlife and the biosphere permit those who don’t eat animals any moral high ground or comfortable distance from “cruelty,” as much as many of them would like to believe otherwise. Everything in the world eats something else to survive, and that something else, whether it runs on blood or chlorophyll, would always rather continue to live rather than become sustenance for another. No animal wants to be penned up and milked, or caged and harvested, and you’ve never seen plants growing in regimented lines of their own accord, or giving up life voluntarily at any point in their life-cycles.
Vegetarianism and veganism are respectable as dietary choices: If you don’t want to eat something, don’t eat it, great.
I would recommend only eating organic meat because, as a very recent article in the Scientific American about the rise of antibiotic-resistant “superbugs” notes:
“The threat of antibiotic resistance has become so dire that the United Nations General Assembly is holding a meeting to discuss it this month in New York City. Although WHO has been sounding the alarm on antibiotic resistance for years, this month’s high-level U.N. meeting represents only the fourth time in the international body’s history that its General Assembly—a global deliberative body that primarily grapples with issues like war and economics—has held a meeting to tackle a health topic […] When agricultural producers treat their healthy livestock or fish with antibiotics to help speed their growth and keep them healthy in subpar conditions, they are simultaneously fueling resistance that can sideline the drugs for human use.”
If I were to have you over for a meal, I’d ask you in advance if you have any dietary preferences or restrictions, and would then plan a menu accordingly, and I’d be highly unlikely to give you any grief or interrogation over it. I’d just try to make the tastiest things that would please you, and would enjoy the process of cooking within certain limits. And, as a considered omnivore, I’d have no qualms with skipping meat for that meal if it wasn’t to your liking.
I undertook this dietary change I’m writing about as a psychological, nutritional and culinary experiment, mostly in response to my understanding of our industrial food systems. I was curious to know how animal fat had impacted my satiety points, for one thing. I spent a good part of my teenage years homeless and experiencing scarcity of various kinds, and I remember how, especially in winter, almost nothing satisfied me into a pleasant coma-like stupor more than several pounds of fatty hamburger meat. I didn’t have a refrigerator, so I’d cook it all up and eat it in one sitting before passing out for the night, utterly sated. To this day, especially at stressful times, I have a powerful desire to sate myself with even very bad meat.
Fat, and animal fat in particular, coats, and is satisfying in a base way few other things are. The manipulation of satiety points is a major component of our current industrial food system’s behavior. And every caterer can tell you the three things that make people happy and satisfied at a catered event: fat, salt and sugar.
As it so happens, these are the three main things (along with calorie density, texture, free glutamate, and starch, among other things) that the food engineers employed by food manufacturers count on and aggressively manipulate in order to get customers hooked on their products.
“Important systems in the brain and body control appetite (the desire to eat), hunger (the physical manifestation of needing food), and satiety (feelings of fullness and satisfaction). These systems have done us very well for millennia.
However, these systems evolved in conditions of food scarcity and irregularity. They evolved when food was high-fibre, often high-protein, and high in naturally occurring “good” fats. And they evolved in conditions where we might have to trek many, many miles to get that food. We evolved to run after beasts, to scoop fish from streams and oceans, to scrabble roots out of the soil, and to pluck tiny berries from bushes as we walked and walked and walked. Sweetness signaled “good to eat” and “fruit.” Salt came from the sea, or from the blood of animals freshly killed.
We did not, in other words, evolve to manage an overstimulating environment replete with artificial fats, mountains of sugar, constipatingly fibreless hunks of gluten, artificially generated scents that remind us of sizzling meat on a grill or fresh strawberries, nor a host of other chemicals that stimulate our reward pathways.”
So I’ve wondered for a while how much of a product I am — how much my tastes and food satisfactions are the result of the manipulated realities presented by food manufacturers. I’ve known for a very long time that these manufacturers are mostly interested in profit, not my, the customer’s/addict’s, health or well-being. I’ve avoided high fructose corn syrup, refined sugar, white bread (unless it’s part of a particularly tasty pastry or confection), and a host of other unhealthy things for a long time, and so this year’s experiment is really a natural progression on my path. Everything I’ve made a study of related to food and nutrition leads me to the conclusion that the simplest and healthiest, minimally industrial dietary approach is: Eat what’s grown naturally (no pesticides, hormones or antibiotics!), nearby, in-season, and lead an active life.
Making that happen takes some work, but it’s great when the answer to something important turns out to be simple.