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Drop Dead Healthy: One Man's Humble Quest for Bodily Perfection

Drop Dead Healthy: One Man's Humble Quest for Bodily Perfection

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Drop Dead Healthy: One Man's Humble Quest for Bodily Perfection

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4/5 (71 ratings)
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500 pages
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Released:
Apr 10, 2012
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9781439110157
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 From the bestselling author of The Year of Living Biblically and The Know-It-All comes the true and truly hilarious story of one person’s quest to become the healthiest man in the world.

Hospitalized with a freak case of tropical pneumonia, goaded by his wife telling him, “I don’t want to be a widow at forty-five,” and ashamed of a middle-aged body best described as “a python that swallowed a goat,” A.J. Jacobs felt compelled to change his ways and get healthy. And he didn’t want only to lose weight, or finish a triathlon, or lower his cholesterol. His ambitions were far greater: maximal health from head to toe.

The task was epic. He consulted an army of experts— sleep consultants and sex clinicians, nutritionists and dermatologists. He subjected himself to dozens of different workouts—from Strollercize classes to Finger Fitness sessions, from bouldering with cavemen to a treadmill desk. And he took in a cartload of diets: raw foods, veganism, high protein, calorie restriction, extreme chewing, and dozens more. He bought gadgets and helmets, earphones and juicers. He poked and he pinched. He counted and he measured.

The story of his transformation is not only brilliantly entertaining, but it just may be the healthiest book ever written. It will make you laugh until your sides split and endorphins flood your bloodstream. It will alter the contours of your brain, imprinting you with better habits of hygiene and diet. It will move you emotionally and get you moving physically in surprising ways. And it will give you occasion to reflect on the body’s many mysteries and the ultimate pursuit of health: a well-lived life.
Released:
Apr 10, 2012
ISBN:
9781439110157
Format:
Book

About the author

A.J. Jacobs is the author of Thanks a Thousand, It’s All Relative, Drop Dead Healthy, and the New York Times bestsellers The Know-It-All, The Year of Living Biblically, and My Life as an Experiment. He is a contributor to NPR, and has written for The New York Times, The Washington Post, and Entertainment Weekly. He lives in New York City with his wife and kids. Visit him at AJJacobs.com and follow him on Twitter @ajjacobs.

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Drop Dead Healthy - A. J. Jacobs

Bright, funny and even useful . . . Jacobs is methodical and savvy.

—Janet Maslin, The New York Times

Who wouldn’t want to be fitter, happier, more productive? In this riotous, madcap book, A.J. Jacobs sets himself an ambitious goal: to become the person we all wish we could be. It’s vintage A.J. Do your future self a favor and read this book.

—Joshua Foer, author of Moonwalking with Einstein

You’ll exercise your abdominals laughing over his adventures.

—Entertainment Weekly

We can become healthier by learning from A.J.’s discomfort in this very funny book. He moves us from theory to practice by dragging his body through all the longevity practices.

—Dr. Mehmet Oz, host, The Dr. Oz Show

You’ll burn calories laughing out loud.

—Shape

Jacobs’ light touch camouflages the impressive amount of research that goes into each chapter. He reads books and medical reports, interviews experts and scientists as well as enthusiasts on the fringe, then tries everything himself. He brings a skeptic’s eye to each point of view, but he remains respectful of even the wackiest ideas. . . . Yes, the results are funny, but this is, at heart, a serious book, with an underlying poignancy: As Jacobs works to get healthier, his beloved grandfather begins his slow decline, reminding us that no matter how healthy we are, it’s all going to end the same way.

—Laurie Hertzl, Minneapolis Star Tribune

Can one man go from a ‘python that ate a goat’ physique to perfect specimen? From Roman soldier workouts to Areca palm plants, from the sublime to the absurd, A.J. has tried it all. I laughed my ass off the whole way and learned a ton . . . including about my ass.

—Timothy Ferriss, author of The 4-Hour Workweek

Why go to the gym when you can sit and read a funny book about it instead?

—USA Today

"I couldn’t wait to get my hands on this book, and once again, the brilliant A.J. Jacobs had me laughing out loud—and also deciding to change the way I live. Drop Dead Healthy is a rare mixture of the hilarious, the absurd, and the scientifically sound. Who knew it could be so entertaining to read about broccoli puree and shoeless jogging?"

—Gretchen Rubin, author of The Happiness Project

You’ll learn fascinating facts, but really this book is a testament to the joys—and benefits—of moderation.

—People

A.J. Jacobs is very, very bad for your health. He will keep you up reading til 2 a.m., disturbing your circadian rhythms, making you sleep through breakfast and overeat at lunch. He is delicious. He’s habit-forming. He will give you infectious titters and terminal glee. Don’t let that stop you. Indulge.

—Mary Roach, author of Bonk and Packing for Mars

An entertaining guide to the skinny on a healthy life.

—Jay Jennings, San Francisco Chronicle

While Jacobs’s attempts at health enlightenment can be hilarious, visits with his grandfather, famed labor lawyer Theodore Kheel, provide the most revealing glimpse into the secrets of aging well.

—More

His pursuit of perky pecs is sure to enlighten, but read it at your own risk: Side effects may include involuntary fits of laughter.

—Spirit (Southwest Airlines Magazine)

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Stomach

The Quest to Eat Right

Chapter 2: The Heart

The Quest to Get My Blood Pumping

Chapter 3: The Ears

The Quest for Quiet

Chapter 4: The Butt

The Quest to Avoid Sedentary Life

Chapter 5: The Immune System

The Quest to Conquer Germs

Chapter 6: The Stomach, Revisited

The Quest for the Perfect Meal

Chapter 7: The Genitals

The Quest to Have More Sex

Chapter 8: The Nervous System

The Quest to Hurt Less

Chapter 9: The Lower Intestine

The Quest to Go to the Bathroom Properly

Chapter 10: The Adrenal Gland

The Quest to Lower My Stress Level

Chapter 11: The Brain

The Quest to Be Smarter

Chapter 12: The Endocrine System

The Quest for a Nontoxic Home

Chapter 13: The Teeth

The Quest for the Perfect Smile

Chapter 14: The Feet

The Quest to Run Right

Chapter 15: The Lungs

The Quest to Breathe Better

Chapter 16: The Stomach, Revisited

The Continued Quest for the Perfect Diet

Chapter 17: The Skin

The Quest to Erase Blemishes

Chapter 18: The Heart, Revisited

The Quest for the Perfect Workout

Chapter 19: The Inside of the Eyelid

The Quest for the Perfect Night’s Sleep

Chapter 20: The Bladder

The Quest to Figure Out What to Drink

Chapter 21: The Gonads

The Quest to Get More Balls

Chapter 22: The Nose

The Quest to Smell Better

Chapter 23: The Hands

The Quest for Magic Fingers

Chapter 24: The Back

The Quest to Stand Up Straight

Chapter 25: The Eyes

The Quest to See Better

Chapter 26: The Skull

The Quest to Not Be Killed in an Accident

Chapter 27: The Finish Line

Epilogue

Appendix A Guerrilla Exercise

Appendix B How to Eat Less

Appendix C Five Tips on Treadmill Desks

Appendix D My Five Foolproof (for Me, at Least) Methods of Stress Reduction

Appendix E The Ten Best Pieces of Food Advice I’ve Gotten All Year

Appendix F How to Live the Quiet Life

Appendix G Five Toxins I Now Avoid

Author’s Note

Acknowledgments

Index

About A.J. Jacobs

To Julie and my sons

Prologue

FOR THE LAST FEW MONTHS, I’ve been assembling a list of things I need to do to improve my health. It’s an intimidatingly long list. Fifty-three pages. Here’s a sample:

• Eat leafy green vegetables

• Do forty minutes of aerobic exercise a day

• Meditate several times a week

• Watch baseball (lowers blood pressure, according to one study)

• Nap (good for the brain and heart)

• Hum (prevents sinus infections)

• Win an Academy Award (A bit of a long shot, I know. But studies show Oscar winners live three years longer than non–Oscar winners.)

• Keep my apartment at sixty-two degrees, which makes my body burn more calories a day

• Buy a potted Areca palm plant (filters dirty air)

• Lift weights to muscle exhaustion

• Become an Okinawan woman (another long shot)

And on and on.

By the way, I’ve printed this list in nine-point Papyrus font, because I found a study that says hard-to-read fonts improve memorization.

I want to do everything on my list because my quest isn’t just to be a little bit healthier. My quest isn’t to lose a couple of pounds. My quest is to turn my current self—a mushy, easily winded, moderately sickly blob—into the embodiment of health and fitness. To become as healthy as humanly possible.

 • • •

I’ve been intrigued by the topic of health and fitness for years. But the idea of devoting myself to the cause occurred to me during a recent vacation. It was supposed to be a relaxing week with the family in the Dominican Republic. Sand castles would be built. Boggle would be played. Soda would be ordered without ice.

Instead, I ended up in a Caribbean hospital for three days with severe pneumonia. I expected some jet lag, maybe a skittish stomach. But tropical pneumonia? That took me by surprise.

I’d read plenty about the importance of gratitude. So as I lay wheezing and shivering on my thin hospital mattress, I tried to find things to be thankful for. For instance, my hospital visit gave me the opportunity to learn new Spanish words such as lung and pain (pulmón and dolor, respectively). Also, roosters outside my hospital window woke me up every morning, which is marginally more charming than New York car alarms.

Neither of these observations helped much. But I found one big upside, a life-altering one. This experience was a seventy-two-hour-long memento mori. For one of the few times in my life, I was certain I was about to leave this world. Now, maybe this fear was melodramatic, but in my defense: If you were hooked up to an IV drip with a rainbow of unknown liquids (clear, yellow, blue, pink), if you saw doctors speaking in hushed tones while stealing glances at you, if you couldn’t breathe without wincing, if your mind was fogged in by viruses, you might think what I did: The only way I’m getting out of here is on a stretcher covered by a sheet.

My dread was more focused than any I’d ever experienced. Probably because of my three young sons. I want to be around to see them grow up. I want to be there for their graduations, their marriages, yes, but I also want to see them sing their first Led Zeppelin karaoke song and eat their first jalapeño pepper. I want to be around to teach them the importance of having compassion and why the original Willy Wonka is superior to the remake. I worked myself into quite a state by imagining all of the memories I’d never have.

The thing is, I’m forty-one. I can no longer take my health for granted. Catching pneumonia is just one sign that I’m deteriorating. My bones are becoming lighter and more porous. My muscles are shriveling. My brain is shrinking, my arteries narrowing, my coordination slowing. I’m losing 1 percent of my testosterone a year.

And I’m fat. Not morbidly obese. I’m what’s described as skinny fat. A python-that-swallowed-a-goat type of body. Which I’ve learned is the worst kind of fat. So-called visceral fat (which surrounds the liver and other vital organs) is considered much more dangerous than subcutaneous fat (the kind under the skin that causes cellulite). In fact, the size of your waistline is one of the best predictors of heart disease.

My wife, Julie, has been nudging me for years about my growing belly. She’s got a repertoire. She’ll refer to me as Buddha. Or she’ll ask, So, when are you due? When she wants to be especially subtle, she’ll just whistle the Winnie-the-Pooh theme song as she walks by.

She tells me she doesn’t care about whether or not I look fat. She says she just wants me to take care of myself so I’m around for a while. A couple of years ago, she sat me down at the dinner table, put her hands on mine, looked me in the eyes, and told me: I don’t want to be a widow at forty-five.

I understand, I replied solemnly. I pledged to join a gym, and at the time, I meant it. But inertia is a powerful force.

So I did nothing. I continued eating food packed with empty calories—lots of pasta and corn-syrupy cereal. There was a notable lack of anything green at my meals, not counting bottles of Rolling Rock. My exercise regimen was just as bad. I hadn’t done serious aerobic exercise since college. I got winded playing hide-and-seek with my sons.

And then I found myself in the hospital gasping for air. And so, right about when the nurse came into my room bearing a pill the size of my middle toe, I made a pledge: If I make it out alive, my next project will be about revamping my body.

 • • •

I say next project because this book isn’t my first foray into radical self-improvement. Over the last decade, I’ve had a bit of a fixation. Studies show it’s healthy to have a purpose in life, and mine has been a relentless, well-intentioned if often misguided quest for perfection. Project Health will be the third leg of a triathlon devoted to upgrading my mind, my spirit, and my body.

Some quick context: The mind was first. After college, away from research papers and seminars, I worried my brain was slowly turning to the consistency of Greek yogurt (which is on my list of foods to eat, incidentally). I could feel my IQ gently ebbing away. So I came up with a fix: I pledged to read the entire Encyclopaedia Britannica and learn everything I could. It was an extreme measure, sure, but not without family precedent. I got the idea for this quest from my father, who had started to read our Britannica set when I was a kid but only made it up to the letter B, around Borneo or boomerang. I wanted to finish what he began and remove that black mark from our family history.

The alphabetical journey—which I chronicled in my first book—was painful at times. Including for those around me (my wife started to fine me one dollar for every irrelevant fact I inserted into conversation). And frankly, I’ve forgotten 98 percent of what I’d learned. But it was also an amazing experience. Uplifting, even. After eighteen months of reading about the sweep of history, I emerged with more faith in humanity. I read about all the unfathomably evil things we’ve done, but also all the mind-boggling good ones (the art, the medicine, the flying buttresses of Gothic cathedrals). On balance, it seemed the good outweighed the bad, if only by a sliver.

Having checked off the mind, I was inspired enough to work on my spirit. I chose this next because I grew up without any religion or spirituality at all. As I wrote in a book about this project, I’m Jewish, but I’m Jewish in the same way the Olive Garden is Italian. Not very. But my wife had just given birth to our first son, and we were grappling with what to teach him about our heritage. So I decided to learn the Bible inside out—by living it.

I chose to follow all of the Good Book’s hundreds of rules. I wanted to obey the famous decrees, like love thy neighbor and the Ten Commandments. But I also wanted to pay attention to the often ignored, lesser-known rules, such as don’t shave your beard and don’t wear clothes of mixed fibers. I wanted to see which would improve my life and which were not so relevant to twenty-first-century America.

It was another experience that was simultaneously profound and absurd, manufactured and life-changing. When the year ended, I shaved my Ted Kaczynski–like facial hair and started wearing poly-cotton blends again, but I’ve kept much from my biblical life. I try to observe the Sabbath, for instance, and to be grateful, and to avoid gossiping. Try is the key word here, especially on the gossip one.

Which brings me to the final quest, the last leg of the bar stool: Remake my body.

As with my other adventures, this one is fueled, in good part, by ignorance. I know astoundingly little about my own body. I know the small intestine comes before the large intestine. I know the heart is the size of two fists and that it has four chambers. But the Krebs cycle? The thymus? Presumably I read about them in the encyclopedia, but they are not in the 2 percent I retained.

And even more to the point, I don’t know what to eat or drink or the best way to exercise. It’s a bizarre situation. It’s like owning a house for forty-one years and being unaware of the most basic information, such as how to work the kitchen sink. Or where to find the kitchen sink. Or what this so-called kitchen is all about.

I see this project as a crash course in my own body. I’ll be a student of the strange land inside my skin. I’ll try out diets and exercise regimens. I’ll test drugs and supplements and tight-fitting clothes. I’ll experiment with the most extreme health advice, because, as I learned in my year of living biblically, only by exploring the limits can you find the perfect middle ground.

At the end of the project, I probably won’t keep up all my healthy behaviors, but I’ll keep a bunch. I’ll find the ones that work best. And that, I hope, will keep me alive long enough to teach my kids how to be healthy.

The Warm-up

As with any physical endeavor, you need to warm up. You can’t just start doing squats and eating kale without knowing what’s what.

First thing I did was to assemble a board of medical advisers. I don’t have an M.D. after my name, but—through luck and persistence—I do have access to the best health minds in the country. It’s a somewhat ad hoc group, but varied and esteemed and far more knowledgeable than I.

I’ll be getting advice from Harvard professors and Johns Hopkins researchers, from top-of-their-field doctors and from fitness trainers with biceps like cantaloupes. My aunt Marti will weigh in. She is the single most health-minded person in America, and has a mail-order business that sells powdered blue-green algae supplements and organic hand sanitizers. She lives in Berkeley and will be giving me a distinctly Californian point of view.

When I called her to tell her about the project, she was thrilled at first, then appalled. "You’re doing a project on health and you’re calling me from your cell phone?" She went on to lecture me on its brain-frying dangers. And for calling too late, since staying up at night disrupts my circadian rhythm.

I’ve been devouring health books and magazines and blogs. I’ve read at least fourteen articles on the benefits of blueberries. I’m steeped in my omega-3s and flavonoids. I know a lat from a delt, fructose from sucrose, HDL from LDL. I know that you should eat a lot of the Indian spice turmeric, as it fights cancer. Also that you should avoid the Indian spice turmeric, as it might contain dangerous levels of lead. One or the other.

The research so far has been fascinating, often confusing—but heartening overall. Admittedly, I’m saddled with twenty-three pairs of chromosomes I can’t change, at least not yet. But there’s so much I can control. An estimated 50 percent of our health is determined by behavior. Our well-being is an accumulation of hundreds of little choices we make every day—what to eat, drink, breathe, wear, think, say, watch, lift, and smear on our skin.

My timing is lucky as well. This is a good era in which to pursue total health. We’ve had more medical advances in the last thirty years than, arguably, in the last millennium.

But I also have to be careful. I’ve spotted an astonishing amount of what even I—with my currently limited expertise—can tell is quackery. You’d think that with the steady march of science, the dubious health advice would have faded since the days of Dr. Hammond’s Nerve Medicine and Opium Blend. Not so.

Thanks to the Internet, just about any quarter-baked idea ever conceived still gets traction. Case in point: trepanning, a practice that dates back to 6500 BCE and involves drilling a hole in the skull to let out evil spirits.

I did an Internet search. And guess what? It’s still around. Check out the International Trepanation Advocacy Group. Its website features images of green-tinted brain scans next to doctors in white lab coats writing complicated math equations on boards. Apparently, this is not your caveman’s trepanation. No, this is totally scientifical drilling of holes in your skull.

Now, quackery can be interesting and even important. (For instance, one of the leaders of the 1773 Boston Tea Party riled up the protesters by claiming that tea was hazardous to the health; so our very country is founded on absurd medical claims.)

But I want this project to be an evidence-based makeover. I want to separate the hard science from the squishy claims. I’ve got to be wary of the Latest Study Syndrome. Our brains are unduly drawn to whatever yesterday’s study revealed—Look at that! Bacon IS healthy—especially if the conclusion is surprising and counterintuitive and delicious. Each study needs to be weighed against the mountain of existing data. I want to focus on the meta-analyses. Or better yet, meta-analyses of meta-analyses. I’ll be seeking second opinions, but also third, fourth, and eighth opinions. I’ll be consulting the Cochrane Collaboration, which sounds like a shady international conspiracy but is actually a nonpartisan group that reviews medical studies.

The trick, though, is to avoid quackery at the same time as maintaining childlike enthusiasm for innovation. Because cutting-edge medical science veers into the surreal. It’s a world where mice live twice as long when they’re on the verge of starvation, and where electromagnetic pulses to the brain can temporarily improve memory and creativity.

I read a quote from Carl Sagan that I printed out and put on the wall above my computer. It will be my guide:

What is called for is an exquisite balance between two conflicting needs: the most skeptical scrutiny of all hypotheses that are served up to us and at the same time a great openness to new ideas.

The Battle Plan

What does it mean to be maximally healthy? Courtesy of the World Health Organization’s definition of health, I’ve broken it down into three parts:

1. Longevity

2. Freedom from disease and pain

3. A sense of emotional, mental, and physical well-being

If I can have those three, I’ll be ecstatic. It’d be nice to get a six-pack, but it’s not my top priority—unless I decide I need shredded abs for emotional well-being, as many magazines seem to imply.

I’m going to quantify my progress as best I can. Granted, the longevity part will be tough to measure, unless I happen to die during my project. Which would be embarrassing but would certainly provide some closure. But the other two, thankfully, are testable.

To quantify how badly off I am at the project’s start, I visited a clinic in Rockefeller Center called EHE, short for Executive Health Enterprises.

The website boasts of the company’s illustrious history: EHE has been doing preventive medicine since 1913. The founding chairman of its board? Former president William Howard Taft. Which, frankly, isn’t the first name that comes to mind when you think of healthy living. This is a man who got stuck in the White House bathtub and had to be lifted out by four government employees.

But still, EHE is a classy joint filled with reputable doctors, free fruit salad, and fancy clientele from law firms and banks. It offers a top-to-bottom physical and a full report card on your body. I went one morning, and it took three hours and involved six vials of blood, forty-two tests, six nurses, and eleven horrific minutes on a treadmill.

Here’s what they found:

Height: 5'11". Weight: 172 pounds. Body fat percentage: 18. Total cholesterol: 134 (it used to be over 200, but I’ve been taking Lipitor for three years). I’m myopic. I have abnormally low hematocrit, which means the percentage of red blood cells is depressed, which could explain my fatigue. I have a heart murmur and elevated liver enzymes.

Far from perfect, but not terrible. Overall, I should be grateful I don’t have any debilitating diseases. Just the usual American sloth-related maladies.

Though I should mention this was just the first test. In the coming months, I will submit myself to dozens of additional exams and find out an alarming number of other things wrong with me. Among them: sleep apnea, depleted iron, deviated septum, collapsed nostril, precancerous skin growths, and, particularly embarrassing for someone who works at a men’s magazine: low testosterone. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

As my start date approached, I realized just how overwhelming being maximally healthy is. It will consume my every waking hour, and my sleeping ones, too.

I need some structure. Taking a cue from the digestive system, I’ve decided to break my project down into smaller, bite-size chunks. I will improve my body one part at a time. I will attempt to have the healthiest heart and the healthiest brain. But also the healthiest skin, ears, nose, feet, hands, glands, genitals, and lungs.

I know all the body parts are all linked on some level. But I want to lavish some individual attention on each.

And where to start? Since diet is such a huge part of health, I’ve chosen the stomach as my jumping-off point. The first part will be about what to put in my Buddha-like belly.

Chapter 1

The Stomach

The Quest to Eat Right

I’VE MADE A LIST of more than a hundred diets. The Mediterranean diet. The USDA diet. The Michael Pollan eat-what-your-grandparents-ate diet. The Blood-type diet. The Paleo diet. The Okinawa diet. Veganism. Raw foodism. Not to mention the more outré ones, like The Cookie Diet. The Rastafarian diet. The Master-Cleanse diet.

I want to try them all. Well, maybe not The Taco Bell Drive-Thru Diet (it exists). But most of the others. Eventually, that is. The thing is, studies show that if you switch habits too rapidly, the changes don’t stick. So my plan is to wade into my new diets slowly, like my five-year-old son entering a chilly pool.

Which is how I’ve decided on my first dietary reforms: more chocolate, booze, and coffee.

Salud, I say to Julie as I pour a cup of Starbucks Gold Coast on my first morning.

That night, our friends Paul and Lisa—who are visiting New York from D.C.—come over for an informal Thai dinner. Before the meal, as we wait for the delivery guy, I hand out glasses of Pinot Noir, and dig out a Toblerone bar from the fridge.

So when does your health thing start? Paul asks.

It started today, I say, breaking off a triangular chunk.

Paul gives me a questioning look.

He also had two cups of coffee this morning, says Julie. That’s his new health plan: chocolate, coffee, and wine.

All very good for you, I say.

Huh. Sounds like you’re really committing yourself to this project, says Paul.

How about heroin? asks Lisa. I hear that it’s loaded with antioxidants.

Everyone has a good laugh.

Clever. But Paul and Lisa have to acknowledge, science is on my side. Consider:

• As the Mars Corporation gleefully and regularly points out, dark chocolate is, in fact, loaded with antioxidants and has been shown to cut the risk of heart disease and stroke. It also might be good for the eyes: According to at least one study, chocolate improves contrast sensitivity.

• A bunch of studies has shown that alcohol is good for your heart in judicious amounts (one glass per day for women, one to two for men) and that moderate drinkers live longer than both teetotalers and heavy drinkers. That includes drinkers of beer or liquor, not just the highly trumpeted red wine, though red wine does contain the much beloved resveratrol, which might have age-resistant effects.

• Coffee lowers the odds of several types of cancer (bladder, breast, prostate, and liver) as well as Alzheimer’s. It has some downsides (more than two cups can cause sleeplessness and raise cholesterol), and isn’t quite as healthy as its cousin green tea, but drunk in moderation, coffee’s benefits outweigh the risks.

Sadly, I do understand my Vice Diet won’t lead me to everlasting health. Chocolate, alcohol, and coffee are outliers. In general, food that tastes good is bad for the body. As Jack LaLanne liked to say: If it tastes good, spit it out.

Which is a bizarre situation. Evolution has betrayed us here. The human body—as miraculous as it can be—is in many ways a malfunctioning machine, a biological version of a 1978 Ford Pinto.

If evolution worked perfectly, healthy food would taste delicious and unhealthy food would make us gag. On Halloween, kids would fill their pails with quinoa and cauliflower. Dairy Queen would sell millions of bok choy Blizzards.

The problem is, we live in a modern world, but we’re stuck with caveman taste buds. When our ancestors roamed the plains, our preferences actually did make sense: Our tastes aligned with healthy foods. We evolved to like sugar because it’s in fruit. And fruit—which is rare in the wild—is high in nutrients, fiber, and calories. We evolved to like salt because the body needs salt to retain water. Salt—also rare in the wild—was an occasional lifesaving treat.

But then we figured out how to extract sugar from plants and put it in pastries and Frappuccinos. We mined salt and stuck it in our soups and burritos and neon-orange cheese snacks. And in large quantities, sugar and salt are not so good for you at all.

We also started to live longer. We cured a lot of infectious diseases, but this presented a new problem. Foods that were healthy in the short run—like those loaded with fat to allow the caveman to survive the famine until the next kill—turned out to be damaging in the long run.

My question is, can I reprogram myself to love healthy food? And can I figure out how to prepare and buy healthy food that doesn’t taste like a roll of double-ply Bounty?

The answer, it turns out, is yes. Sort of. But not yet.

Right now I’m still comforting myself with my holy trinity of chocolate, coffee, and booze—three of the rare foods that are both tasty and healthy.

At least somewhat healthy. The more I research, the more I realize the situation is complicated. Consider chocolate. What’s really healthy is the 100 percent cacao chocolate. No sugar, no butter.

I click onto rawcacao.com and order a bag. The mouthwatering write-up says it’s certified organic, raw, low fermentation, non-fumigated, fair traded, strict farming standards, training and equipment provided, fair wages, profit reinvestment plan, purity testing.

My bag of certified-organic-raw-low-fermentation-etc. chocolate arrives three days later. I take a pinch of the sprinkle-size nibs and pop it in my mouth. I can taste the chocolate I know from Hershey’s Kisses, but it’s faint and muffled, like a clock radio stuffed under a heap of pillows. Mostly I taste the bitterness.

What’s that? Julie asks, walking into the kitchen for a snack.

Natural chocolate, I say.

Reflexively, I offer her the bag. She takes a handful and puts it in her mouth.

I probably should have mentioned the tastes-like-detergent part, but, well, it happened so fast. Also I was curious to see her reaction.

A second. Two seconds. There it is: the same face she made when our friend showed us an Internet video of two women violating several cultural and hygienic taboos.

Taming the Portion

In my quest for healthy eating, I know I’ll have to do better than my Vice Diet. But I still haven’t committed to veganism or Atkins yet. I’m still too overwhelmed by choices.

I do, however, notice that there’s one thing almost every nutritionist agrees on: We eat too much damn food.

We have a size problem. You can see it in the puberty-like growth spurt of portion sizes. In 1916, a bottle of Coca-Cola was 6.5 ounces. Today, it’s 20 ounces. A hamburger used to be about 300 calories. Now you can enjoy Hardees’ Monster Thickburger with 1,420 calories, not counting fries. (The average man should eat about 2,500 calories a day.)

So I’ve decided to split up my food reforms. First, I’ll deal with quantity. Then I’ll take on quality.

How to eat less? One idea is to suppress my appetite. I’ve read reputable studies saying a glass of water before a meal reduces the average number of calories people consume. Same goes for cayenne peppers. And an apple. And a handful of walnuts. So that’s my breakfast this morning:

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  • (4/5)
    As ever, AJ Jacobs writes a funny, self-deprecating work that sneaks in some really useful information. I found myself sitting up straighter and eating better just by reading it.
  • (5/5)
    Jacobs, who wtote The Year of Living Biblically, which I did not read but which received great reviews, has penned another winner. In this work, he undertakes the task of becoming the healthiest man in the world. While he does not necessarily succeed, in the course of 25 months he focused on improving his health while imparting all sorts of useful tidbits to his readers on what might work and what likely would not. He also introduces us to his wife, their three young sons and numerous members of his extended family. The glimpse into the life of a New York City apartment dweller was interesting for someone from a more rural part of the country. This is nonfictiion at its best.
  • (5/5)
    such an easy read, both informative and entertaining! Felt like I was highlighting something on at least every other page!
  • (3/5)
    've read Jacobs' The Guinea Pig Diaries and thought it was really funny how he jumps into these experiments, so I knew that his quest to be the healthiest man in the world would be just as funny. It was also very educational, because he drops in facts he learns along the way. Each chapter is a month that he focuses on a different aspect of health - like trying to find the right diet, how to get the best sleep, the best exercise, how to protect your hearing and your memory, etc. He puts a humorous spin on things, but it's also written so it's really easy to understand - there's not too much science, there's not too much opinion. In the cases of diet, for instance, he balances equally between vegetarianism, veganism, and being carnivorous without taking sides. Eventually he does express opinions on what worked for him, but it all seems really fair, not biased. The pictures accompanying each chapter of Jacobs in action are pretty funny, too.
  • (5/5)
    Originally posted at: A Girl that Likes Books Who doesn’t want to be healthy? Specially now a days. I first bought this book for my boyfriend...actually I pre-order it; we got it the second day after it came out. Why? We are big fans of Jacobs and it was my boyfriend who introduced me to his books. Last year I read The Year of Living Biblically and in March of this year I read The Know-it-All. I was really excited to read it and, since I loved the other two, I had big expectations. Boy, did the book deliver. Jacobs spends 2 full years working on himself, taking care of this skin, meals, exercising, getting healthy...and happy. To quote the book: "The key to making healthy decisions is to respect your future self. Honor him or her. Treat him or her like you would treat a friend or a loved one"As in his other books (I still have to read the Guinea Pig Diaries, but the order has been placed, and with 82% off!!!!) he doesn’t only talks about the “experiment” itself, but also how it affects him, his family and in smaller doses, about family in general. In the first book of the “series”, The Know-it-All, we learn about him and his wife trying to conceive, how his father also tried to read the whole Encyclopedia Britannica, and so on.In this book we meet his Grandfather, a remarkable 96 year old, with a lovely remark: "You can retire, but you must find something you’re passionate about in your retirement. You need a reason to wake up in the morning"Something else that I really enjoy about his books, is the familiarity of the whole thing, I feel like a friend of mine is just telling me what he/she did during the week-end. The writing is fluid and casual, like a conversation. And I have to say, I love Julie, his wife. She has the patience of a saint, and her comments always make me smile. She tried some of the stuff with Jacobs in this book. I cannot blame her for not trying anything on the biblical year; at the same time, I loved her "answer" to a lot of the restrictions during that year...but I'm changing books here. Sorry.What did I learn with this book? That I’m doing fine, not great but fine in my own quest to be healthy. I watch my portions, and have also controlled a little of my roommate and my boyfriend; I’m lucky to work in an environment that is not highly noisy; I don’t wear as much sunscreen as is recommended, but the point I’ve been trying to carve in my friend’s brains was valid, it does make a difference to apply sunscreen in the morning; I love my Pilates class, even when it hurts the day after, “luckily” I cannot spend 8 hours sitting at the lab, since I have to move from one room to the other in order to finish my experiment. I could still be more active though.And finally, my favorite of them all: Reading before going to sleep, might actually be helpful to sleep better! (As long as is a non-electronic book J)Truth be told, I learnt about a ton of new tendencies, but the main point is that everything has to be done in moderation. From eating, to exercising, you cannot...should not exaggerate. Did I like this book? Oh yes! I think is my favorite book from Jacobs...we will see how it goes with the Guinea Pig Diaries.
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  • (3/5)
    This book chronicles the experiments of A.J. Jacobs to improve his health. It was not my favorite A.J. Jacobs book. I think I felt unsatisfied because he spent so little time on each experiment and each topic and I really wanted more complete explanations. I realize the book would have to be thousands of pages to accomplish this goal, but nevertheless, it somehow felt incomplete. I wanted to know more about diet, memory and cognition, the benefits of meditation, toxins in the home, etc. This was the first book where Jacobs started to annoy me a bit, but it was still an entertaining read.
  • (5/5)
    This book was a funny and informative way to learn about the latest "trends" and the science (or lack thereof) behind them.
  • (4/5)
    Atkins. Paleo. Vegan. Wheat Belly. With all the health options on the market (and so little advertising restrictions), how could you possibly choose which way to be healthy? A. J. Jacobs to the rescue! The man who read the Encyclopedia Britannica from cover to cover and who spent a year following all the rules in the Hebrew Bible turns the focus on healthy living.Jacobs spent two years of his life focusing on various areas of healthy living—from the exercise to meditation, from detoxing to finger fitness. He recounts his experiences in hilarious fashion. Here's a taste:I hurt my shoulder the other day. I hurt it while lugging a sheet of drywall out of my apartment. At least that's what I tell people. Because I don't want to hear their sass when I tell them the truth. Which is that I hurt my shoulder kayaking. On Wii. (113)Drop Dead Healthy is a funny entertaining read that might actually teach you something about living healthier.
  • (2/5)
    Cute at first but I quickly got too bored to finish the book.
  • (4/5)
    I have to admit, I was really hesitant to read a health book, but it turns out that this book isn't just a regular, boring book about all the stuff you have to go without to be healthy. Jacobs spends 2 years focusing on specific areas of the body and, through research and talking to various doctors and experts, he tries different diets, practices, exercises, and a myriad other things to become "the healthiest man alive". Of course, that's nearly impossible to do. But through Jacobs' stories and experiments, I learned a lot about the human body and the creative, and sometimes insane, things people do to be healthy. I was even inspired to start living my life in a more healthy way (although I won't be running around barefoot with noise-cancelling headphones).Jacobs has a humorous and self-deprecating writing style, which makes this book all the more entertaining. I want to pick up his other books (about his year of living biblically and about the time he decided to read the entire Encyclopedia Britannica).
  • (5/5)
    first off, I want to say I should get bonus points for "weight lifting" a hard cover, my first dead tree book in a while. I ducked into the library yesterday as much for AC as for a book, and saw A.J. Jacobs' Drop Dead Healthy which had been on my wishlist since I transitioned from Kindle to iPad and my bootlegged copy no longer worked. I had reservations about lugging around a hardcover and finishing it before it was due while I was racing to finish A Race Like No Other (no pun intended) before its due. No worrying needed, I finished this before I left the beach today. It may also be the quickest review posted since the dog-ears are physical and I can't just copy my notes/highlights into a draft post.I was curious by early reviews of this book. I've tried to read Jacobs before but failed to get through either The Know it All or The Year of Living Biblically but I heard this one was lighter and I decided to give it a go. I think its chapter length and breaking the book up into a seemingly series of articles made it easier reading.My favorite line came early: "I'm Jewish, but I'm Jewish in the same way the Olive Garden is Italian. Not very." and it's symbolic of the book. Jacobs had a light style of writing that made me feel like I was on this journey with him. I was hearing this from a friend, not reading one of an unending series of weight loss and health books. By the same token, I liked that he approached the extremes (in ether direction) with a healthy dose of skepticism, it's what kept the book readable. He wasn't preaching any one of the causes even if it worked well for him, like the weight loss associated with his raw food trial."But it also had banana chips, which included refined cane sugar, coconut oil, and best of all, banana flavor. When you need to add banana flavor to bananas, there's something askew with the world of food."The amount of food, sugar an salt that we eat in the typical American diet was a theme throughout his book. I liked that he kept most elements confined to their chapter/month of focus, while others continued through. It showed how much our bodies are interconnected. When I first started the WLJ in 2010 I had to go cold turkey on candy because I didn't trust myself to handle it in moderation. Now, I trust myself and I track it, but by allowing myself it, the cravings never totally go away. I think I need to go cold turkey on the sugared candy again. I am guilty of not reading labels as much as I ought to beyond NI, and that's something this book really made me think of.I think "eccentric Aunt Marti" and Grandpa Ted affected him more than he realized, and I like how Jacobs incorporated them into the story in a natural way. I also admire his ability to incorporate Julie and his sons into this. May they enjoy cupcakes soon.My only complaint: his end of month summaries which included things like avocados eaten, flax seed oil consumed but he hadn't covered why he was doing all of those things in the chapter. While he obviously couldn't cover everything he tried in the 2+ year journey, I think he should have mentioned only what he discussed in the summaryOverall, a really good read. I can tell I've been spoiled rotten by ebooks. I wanted to adjust the font. Uh... no. On the plus side, it was easier to read in the sun.
  • (3/5)
    This guy is funny, thorough and freakishly dedicated to his obsessions. In this book he never makes you feel bad for eating Doritos while gobbling up his amusing chapters. Best takeaway, noise cancelling headphones.
  • (4/5)
    A.J. Jacobs spent a little over two years on a project to become as healthy as possible, concentrating on different health regimes and different parts of the body at different times, and he reports the results of both his research and his personal experiences here. He tries out a number of different health and fitness philosophies, from the well-established to the decidedly fringe, but he generally does a reasonable job of trying to maintain a healthy skepticism (um, so to speak), and to make it clear whether the scientific support for a particular health recommendation is solid, iffy, or non-existent. (Most of it, honestly, seems to come somewhere in the "iffy" category.)It's a quick, easy, breezy read, and some of the odd corners of fitness and medicine he explores are fairly interesting, but I have to say, I don't feel all that much more enlightened on health issues for having read it. Some of that is no doubt due to the fact that each chapter is pretty short, so no one topic is explored in great depth, but I think it's probably mostly because all the best, most well-established health advice is still common-sense stuff you already know, but, if you're like me, find ridiculously difficult to actually live by: eat less junk food and more vegetables, get some exercise or at least try to be less sedentary, get enough sleep, don't smoke, don't stress, have friends. All of which is worth being reminded of, but not necessarily all that exciting to read about.And with some exceptions (mostly involving visits to his elderly grandfather, who seemed like an interesting person), I also found Jacobs' personal experiences and insights in this one less compelling than I did in his The Year of Living Biblically. Which is odd, considering that I don't have a religion but do have a body. But there it is. Ultimately, I found this one perfectly readable, but also pretty forgettable.
  • (3/5)
    This was an enjoyable listen during my commute to work and to the gym. I did pick up a few tips, but it's mostly stuff I've heard before. Still, I like Jacobs' style. I'm glad I finally got to finish this one, after returning it to the library last year when I didn't have time to finish by the due date.
  • (4/5)
    In this book of "immersion journalism", author A.J. Jacobs works on a two-year program for getting himself healthy. He does this by focusing on one body part at a time in order to increase his personal health. I loved his "check-in" pages. Those were pages in which he gave his weight and other interesting statistics. I was checking to see if he and I were losing weight at the same rate or not (well, it varied!).One thing I especially liked about this book was that the author was not a "health nut" which meant that he could look at many ideas of "getting healthy" with curiosity as well as skepticism. During this time, his wife was a patient partner, but sometimes merely an onlooker. What touched me most about this book, though, were the descriptions of the relationships he had with his grandfather and his eccentric aunt. What do they have to do with health? Read the book, and you will find out. Drop Dead Healthy was such a fun read that I was sorry it ended. I had no idea that this book was going to be so funny. The only chapter that was not funny, oddly enough, was one about a laughing club. However, I thoroughly enjoyed all of the other laughs provided by this author and hope to pick up at least one more of his books soon.
  • (3/5)
    This was fun, light, humorous and engaging. Now I want a treadmill desk, though. I liked the authorial voice enough that I will likely pick up his other books.
  • (4/5)
    Having lifted his spirit in The Year of Living Biblically and sharpened his mind in The Know-It-All, AJ Jacobs had one feat left in the self-improvement trinity: to become the healthiest man in the world. He doesn't just want to lose a couple of points, or finish a triathlon, or lower his cholesterol.
  • (2/5)
    God, A. J. Jacobs is irritating! I really don't know why I keep buying his books, because they all follow the same pattern - - magazine writer picks a topic, then tries to milk the hell out of it, in bite sized snippets. Never developing any theme to any depth, his writing is like a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower. This latest book is narcissistic in the extreme, chronicling Jacobs' attempts to become "the world's healthiest man". By halfway through the book I was hoping for a medical emergency. Clearly, I am no longer empathizing with Jacobs the author.
  • (4/5)
    AJ Jacobs is known for his books about "The Know it All" and "The Year of Living Biblically" where he tried to become the worlds smartest man by reading the entire set of encyclopedias and a spent a year living exactly how the Bible says. Now in this book Jacobs tries to become the worlds healthiest man. I found this book both entertaining and informal. Jacobs make becoming healthy a serious request and enlists numerous experts to help him in every aspect of health. Jacobs has great self deprecating humor and the story of his grandfather is touching. The book is funny and helpful at the same time. If you have an interest in health, exercise and diet you will find it very interesting.
  • (5/5)
    Jacobs, who wtote The Year of Living Biblically, which I did not read but which received great reviews, has penned another winner. In this work, he undertakes the task of becoming the healthiest man in the world. While he does not necessarily succeed, in the course of 25 months he focused on improving his health while imparting all sorts of useful tidbits to his readers on what might work and what likely would not. He also introduces us to his wife, their three young sons and numerous members of his extended family. The glimpse into the life of a New York City apartment dweller was interesting for someone from a more rural part of the country. This is nonfictiion at its best.
  • (4/5)
    I’m a huge fan of A.J. Jacob’s particular brand of humorous, participative journalism. Whether he is trying to read the entire Encyclopedia Britannica (The Know-It-All) or attempting to follow all the rules of the Bible (The Year of Living Biblically), Jacob’s has made a living out of treating his life like a bizarro experiment. In this book, he attempts to live healthier … even if it kills him. As readable and fun as always, the book will give you some food for thought and a few laughs. It was also surprisingly sad at times when Jacobs deals with a few deaths in the family. Although this wasn’t his best effort, it is still worth reading and I’ll continue to follow him wherever he wants to go.
  • (4/5)
    A.J.Jacobs certainly has a way with words! The book is hilarious, informative, fun and easy to read, and has some substantial food for thought into the bargain.
  • (3/5)
    One of the tenets of creative non-fiction is to make your vegetables taste good, that is, to impart factual information in an entertaining way. Jacobs has a unique approach to this by involving himself personally in the story as an experimental subject. For my taste, while this book is easy to swallow, every time things got interesting he would move on, so it seemed that style triumphed over substance. Broad and shallow pop culture but great infotainment.
  • (3/5)
    I didn't enjoy this book as much as The Know-It-All or The Year of Living Biblically and I'm trying to figure out why. I think at least part of it is because this book didn't have a natural "journey" to it. In The Know-It-All, Jacobs was trying to read the entire Encyclopedia Britannica. In The Year of Living Biblically, Jacobs was working through the Bible. This project didn't have a clear end goal or way of measuring progress or (indeed, he arbitrarily extended the project by a few months).I did learn a few interesting things, though.
  • (4/5)
    While not as funny as some of Mr. Jacob's other books, this one still manages to be interesting, particularly as he explores a wide range of ideas about healthy habits. One of the charms of Mr. Jacob's book is the randomness of the topics he covers and the funny pictures of himself that are included. In the end he lists some of the habits he has incorporated in his quest to become healthier.
  • (4/5)
    I like to rate books the way I rate food; books and food can be (1) delicious and (2) nutritious. Some books, like chick lit and mysteries, are mostly just delicious. Some books, like history books, are mostly just nutritious. A. J. Jacobs’ books are a little of both. Yummy and good-for-you. Especially this book. Drop Dead Healthy, like all of Jacobs’ books, is the story of Jacobs attempting to challenge himself to do something very difficult. This time Jacobs takes on the challenge of becoming very healthy. Very, very healthy. And, like all of his books, Jacobs loves to push himself to extremes. (Who can forget the chapter in Year of Living Biblically when Jacobs tells how he went to the park in NYC and began to follow the Biblical edict to stone adulterers?) Jacobs, in his quest to become very, very healthy, attempts to eat right, exercise properly, experience quiet, lower his stress, de-toxify his home, breathe better, have a perfect night’s sleep, stand up straight, see better….Whew! It is exhausting to just read the list of all the things he attempts to do in order to try to be the world’s healthiest person. Yes, exhausting but also hilarious. Jacobs doesn’t do anything halfway. He is torn, at one point in the book, between trying to decide whether to wear earphones (to mute the noise of city life) or a helmet (to protect his skull). (His poor wife. I always think about his poor wife when I read his books. Did she have any idea what she was in for when she married him?!) You can’t help but take in a little of the knowledge about good health that Jacobs shares in bits and pieces all through the book.
  • (4/5)
    A.J. Jacobs always entertains, and it is certainly true of this book. This is a result of slightly over 2 years of Jacobs taking on the concept of health, with a not completely tongue in cheek goal of being the healthiest human alive. Meets up with all sorts of health gurus, checking out, and often trying out, all sorts of health suggestions. Each month he focuses on a part of his body (stomach, heart, ears, but, immune system, etc.), and talks about what he's learned, what seemed to work, what didn't work, and what his "take-away" about it all was. He pokes a lot of fun of himself, but he also disseminates quite a bit of information throughout the book. You learn while you are laughing, and that is really all I have to say about it, isn't it?
  • (5/5)
    The Good Stuff I think this is my favorite non-fiction books this year Author is self deprecating and you know I adore that in a writer Truly fascinating, unique and positively hilarious Touched by his obvious love for his wife and children and the appreciation he has for them putting up with all his shenanigans I need to read all the rest of his books now Has a "Super Size Me" feel to it He is a master at transitioning from one topic to the next - very impressive! Classy and tactful I have never laughed this hard while reading a non-fiction book before & I have read ALOT of hilarious non-fiction Enjoyed the comments from his wife about some of the things he did -- she sounds like a fabulous woman Best idea ever for motivating someone to stop doing something - don't want to spoil it for you but page 231 in my ARC The bit about Coco Chanel will make you laugh Inspired me to make some changes in my life The Not So Good Stuff If he was my husband I would have killed him by now with all the crazy stuff he does When I read about the Dr who actually performs surgery to change the sounds of your farts - I laughed so hard the cat jumped off my lap and left nasty scratch marks on me -- A.J. you owe me some polysporin Now have sudden urge for dried mango'sFavorite Quotes/Passages"I want to be around to teach the importance of having compassion and why the original Willy Wonka is superior to the remake.""If done properly, with enough protein and B12 supplements, it's certainly better than the Standard American Diet. (Then again, eating nothing but asbestos sandwiches is probably better than the Standard American Diet.)"His quotes are both hilarious and inspiring: "Fifteen minutes to warm up? Does a lion warm up when he's hungry? 'Uh-oh, here comes an antelope. Better warm up.' No! He just goes out there and eats the sucker." I printed that out and put it on my wall next to the passage about Carl Sagan.""Though in the case of my children, the rate is much higher. It's amazing how a strip of sticky plastic will make my kids' pain vanish. Lucas will be howling about a stepped-on finger, but as soon as the SpongeBob Band-Aid touches his pinkie, he is all smiles. My sons are so convinced of the magical healing powers of Band-Aids, they think they can solve almost any problem. A couple of years ago, when our Sony TV blew a fuse, Jasper stuck a Band-Aid on the screen hoping to revive it."What I learned About who created the graham cracker and why he created it (No I am not telling you - go buy the book - or go to your local library and pick up a copy - and while you are there tell the Library workers how wonderful they are -- and maybe bring them some chocolate) Tons of other fascinating facts about health and diet that sorta scared me at times About Blueberries - trust me that was interesting Who Should/Shouldn't Buy Yup this one is a highly recommended read for everyone This will be a Christmas purchase for the brother in laws -- all FOUR of them 5 Dewey'sI received book from Simon and Schuster in Exchange for an honest review