QUESTION PRESCRIPTION AND PROSCRIPTION
The Protein Enthusiast--Doubting Thomases
The only completely accurate prescriber of nutrition for living
creatures is Mother Nature herself, and if she does not _pre_scribe
anything by the undoubted approval of appetite she _pro_scribes it.
One of the rules which have governed my quest for optimum human
nutrition in the midst of the twentieth century food supply and other
conditions, has always been to go to Nature for final advice in the
matter.
When I say "_Question_ Prescription and Proscription" I mean that the
most positive prescribers of food have something in the food line
or advice to sell, and they proscribe as positively anything that
competes with their commercial product.
My eyes were opened to this possible snare and delusion by a great
doctor of medicine,[L] who is also one of the most ardent economists
I have ever met--not a miser in any sense, but a religiously
philosophical economist. He is almost as righteously indignant
against any who use the trust which is placed in them by clients or
patients for the selling of high-priced foods as he is at the makers,
advertisers, retailers and prescribers of alcohol as a beverage. In
his just opinion it is as wicked, or almost as wicked, to advise
unprofitable extravagance of any sort as it is to prescribe poison.
[L] Dr. M. Hindhede: Copenhagen, Denmark.
To this discriminating philosopher food is the basis of health-wealth,
and sacred to its divine usefulness.
The great harm that was done to the world by the academic prescription
of excessive protein rations[M] was that it started a vicious circle
of extravagances which led as surely to untimely death as murder. The
perpetrators of this pernicious prescription were innocent of intention
to do harm; in fact, they were full of the most generous of motives
in issuing their poisonous advice, and one of the most prominent, at
least, paid the penalty by dying miserably of his own fatal ignorance.
[M] Voit, Atwater, etc.
I may also say that it is "presumption," advisably, for almost all
prescriptions of food which do not have their basis on the natural body
calls are presumptuous. Nature knows! If given a chance to show her
knowledge Nature prescribes rightly and delivers her message in the
form of appetite and the other instincts. She will do this in the midst
of the most complicated of artificial food mixtures, as I have reason
to know from personal experience, confirmed by many others over and
over again.
Therefore I may say more surely than ever, that whatever NATURE
PROVIDES and PERMITS as NOURISHMENT I HAVE NO RIGHT TO _PRO_SCRIBE.
THE ONLY _PRE_SCRIPTION
that Honesty approves is the Optimum Economic Nutrition; and my great
preceptor, Dr. Hindhede, the ideally honest scientist and doctor,
ventures to prescribe only the plainest of foods that are delicious to
a true, keen appetite, and cost the least through being in season and
so common and easy to grow as to be cheapest.
This good and superlatively honest doctor does not _Pro_scribe anything
that Nature permits as food and he does not even _Pro_scribe the
transportation of grapes from Madeira to the North Cape of Norway for
the enjoyment of those who can afford to pay for them.
Would the _Pro_scribers of flesh food have denied Amundsen and his
companions the flesh of their faithful dogs as a last resort in
securing nourishment for the completion of their journey to the South
Pole? It was their truly last resort in gaining the victory over
the Ice God; and would to God that brave Captain Scott and his band
of faithful ones had had such a last but saving resort to help them
accomplish the eleven miles between them and rescue! But then, the
world would have missed a model of altruism that is worth a million
lives, and one of which million everybody would like to be, if their
lives are worth the living.
THE PROTEIN ENTHUSIAST
While writing this chapter I have been forwarded material for
indignation and a text for condemnation in the form of a book so full
of food prescription that it is positively poisonous, as read with
the intelligence of my own and current knowledge of the subject, that
it ought to be pilloried as a "Horrible Example" of presumptuous
prescription and proscription. It is an advertisement pure and simple,
but so prejudicial to the natural facts in the case that it again
raises the question of the advisability of a Supreme Court of the
Physiology of Nutrition, to try such nutrition perverters for high
treason to Mother Nature.
I will not name the book or the author, to further the advertisement.
I once stopped a controversy with the doctor-father of the author by
offering to wager him one hundred pounds that I could beat him out on
a ten mile go-as-you-please tramp, which he had mentioned as one of
his stunts to prove his contentions. Our ages were nearly equal, and
the difference of training consisted of his prescribing for himself
over 100 grams of proteid daily (less by 20 per cent. than the vicious
Voit[N] or Koenig Standards, and less by 30 per cent. than the
Standard that killed poor Professor Atwater), while I had subsisted
for years on less than half his prescription. He warned me that I was
courting death, but that he was providing for himself longevity by the
mile. He got mad with me, and nearly fumed at the mouth, because I
assumed to insist that only Mother Nature was a competent prescriber,
intimating that he was not. I could not out-talk him, and so I sent
him a challenge. He made the excuse that he was leaving for the
Continent for a rest, but would talk further with me when he returned.
His reputed forty-thousand-pound office practice of prescribing his
favourite dietaries had worn him out and he was going for a rest.
Later I heard of him in a sanatorium--surely disgraceful to a doctor to
be compelled to go to such a place for "treatment."
[N] Carl Voit, of Munich, prescribed as Standard daily diet for a
man doing moderate work: 118 grams of Protein, 56 grs. Fat, 500 grs.
Carbohydrates, with a total fuel value of 3,055 large calories;
increasing the same to 145 grams Protein, 160 grs. Fat, 450 grs.
Carbohydrates, with a total fuel value of 3,370 large calories.
This is the celebrated Voit Diet Standard. Professor Atwater, of
Connecticut, went further, prescribing as Daily Diet Standard no less
than 125 grams of Proteins, with sufficient fat and carbohydrates to
equal a total fuel value of 3,500 large calories for a man doing a
moderate amount of labour; increasing the amount of Protein to 150
grams, with fats and carbohydrates to a total fuel value of 4,500
large calories per diem.
The race, or contest, never took place, but since then I personally
have several times broken records established by men one-half, and even
one-third, of my age with progressive ease up to three years ago when
last put to a test, and I have noted no letting-up of the progress of
recuperation as judged by "feelings" or endurance when doing unusual
stunts.
In this direction I now feel that I have done enough, and that it
is not for age to tempt Providence by competing with the Prime of
Muscularity in feats of strength and endurance. John L. Sullivan and
Jeffries and many more went once too often into the ring, and Mother
Nature, not Corbett or Jack Johnson, knocked them out for good and
all. Fletcherizing does not include either imprudence or bluff. It
merely trusts good Mother Nature for directions to accompany her
nutriment-medicine. Whenever at any time I feel the impulse to turn
somersaults from the lead platform of a man-of-war into good, clean
salt-water--as I did a few years ago or so in the Philippines, as a
demonstration to impress the natives--I will "up and do it, or die in
the attempt." What I am doing now more than ever is keeping my ear to
the mouth of Mother Nature, my finger on her pulse of command, and
doing her biddings as well as I can interpret them. If a thing is not
agreeable to do, I take it as a warning _not_ to do it. There are so
many useful things to do that are pleasant, what is the use of going
out of the way to do disagreeable things. There are some things that
are natural and agreeable that we should do, and which we have got
out of the habit of doing, physical exercise, for instance. We are
dealing with cultivated abnormalities always in a cramped and complex
civilisation. "We are constantly doing the things that we should not
do, and leaving undone those things that we ought to do," as the Prayer
Book tells us, including carelessness of eating, and shirking physical
exercise.
To return to the callow book of the canny doctor-son of my antagonist
of a dozen years ago. It isn't so callow as it is canny, and since
the persons in the case are of the canniest of peoples, those who
are so shrewd that Jewish merchants do not thrive among them, and
the prescription results in thousands of pounds a year revenue, the
game may be set down to ordinary commercial cupidity and popular
gullibility. It is safe to always warn against Prescription for
Revenue. Like patriotism or religion for revenue, it is questionable,
if not surely selfishly prejudiced.
On the other hand, Mother Nature charges no fee for her advice. She
pays good coin as a premium for her patients in the same way that I
bribed my first test subjects into eating right by paying them for
eating in addition to furnishing the food.
DOUBTING THOMASES
who are too lazy, or incredulous, or careless, to take a month to try
the Mother Nature Prescription as interpreted by me, are liable to say:
"Appetite is abnormal. Taste is perverted, and the demands of the body
are wholly unnatural."
True! But abnormality of that sort can be corrected in a very short
time. A "poor chap" who is lucky enough to have to go without food long
enough to "whinney like a horse" at the smell of fresh-baked bread and
the thought of good Danish butter on it, is not going to "turn up his
nose" at even a crisp baked potato; neither is he likely to require
sweetbreads to coax himself to eat. Correcting perverted appetite is
like purifying a stream which is being polluted at its source and
runs muddy all the way to the sea. Stop the pollution, and the stream
will purify itself as fast as ever it can by hurrying along with its
impurities to the great ocean sewerage.