The Warrior Diet

After you get in the Warrior Diet groove, you will find that pressing, pulling, flipping, banging, smashing, kipping, snatching, jerrking, and all movements not mentioned is a pleasant add to your day. Let me go OFF on this tangent I just spawned in my headspace, and you shall understand. . .If strength is a skill, and should be approached as so, and sets of drills we know are satisfactory can be applied all day every day with nothing but positive gains to report, then why is not food as fuel approached from the same angle? Oh wait, yeah it is. Some guy who I recognized as an author for Penthouse Magazine wrote a book that did not exactly wow Oprah, but helped me lose 20kg of nasty adipose in 16 weeks To the DAY [at a lean body mass of 105kgs that is not that hard]. It is called The Warrior Diet, and it makes more sense than a set of arithmetic flash cards. 1+6=pood. Graze + GTG= lean and daggone MEAN!

Since moving to CA and adopting an attitude that has seriously corrected bad eating behavior, and using the warrior diet as HOMEBASE, and training in doses of 3 or 5 moments of strength [shout out to Kevin and Russell Jodrey of Redwood Kettlebell Club and A. Diluglio of PUNCH, all of which are RKC, all of which are about the multiple minutes of strength during the day] each day, I have kept musculoskeletal aches at bay and developed a mutated degree of freshness with my Session Based Energy. Whenever I tap that keg, and the bells are moving or the calisthenics train is hummin', I am good to go minus a single thought to what my glycemic load is. Now, did I answer the question regarding Your energy levels? Maybe. But I showed you a model that runs parallel between two of the most important avenues in our human lifetimes- chow and training. We do not eat and exercise, we take a chow time and author moments of strength. We eat a handful of grapes and drink a glass of milk. When we see a 'bell we press it. You go to business lunch with other gerbils and they order buffalo wings and beer. You order 3 boiled eggs and have a good morning stretch in the loo. They eat, you fuel. They burn calories, you burn the fat off your soul. Of this brotherhood of iron, this merry band of jolly tamers, we are united. For he who sheds a minute to press, and uses his palm as a measure of chow requirements, is my brother. [sisters too! I love girls who lift]

So follow the warrior diet and grease the groove with every move.