The 4-Hour Body_ An Uncommon Guide to Ra - Timothy Ferriss [82]
“Cartman and Weight Gain 4000” (www.fourhourbody.com/cartman) Inspirational weight-gain video from our friends at South Park. Good pre-dinner motivation for overfeeding.
Arthur Jones Collection (www.fourhourbody.com/jones) This site, compiled by Brian Johnston, is a collection of the writing and photographs of the legendary Arthur Jones, including the original Nautilus Bulletins, “The Future of Exercise,” and unpublished works.
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8. I’ve since confirmed this finding with three separate genetic profiles through 23andMe (two tests with different names to ensure consistent results) and Navigenics.
9. I’ve since learned to worry less about cholesterol if HDL is high enough and triglycerides are low enough.
10. Compiled with a combination of the lowest and highest measurements from both locations.
11. To give my adrenal glands and adrenergic receptors a rest, I didn’t consume NO-Xplode on Sundays.
12. I recommend the squat for those who have access to a Safety Bar, which provides a yolk-like shoulder harness.
13. Most mortals will need to work up to 22.
14. Using popular caloric models from published studies, Casey would actually have had to eat approximately 39,000 calories per day to gain this muscular mass. That’s 89 McDonald’s double cheeseburgers or 97 chicken breasts per day. Even with chicken breasts, poor Casey would have also gained an unfortunate 189 pounds of fat at the same time, according to the same math, leaving him looking like Cartman on “Weight Gain 4000.”
15. 1.7 g/kg * 56.7 kg * 80%.
OCCAM’S PROTOCOL I
A Minimalist Approach
to Mass
It is vain to do with more what can be done with less.
—William of Occam (c. 1288–1348), “Occam’s Razor”
100 FEET OFFSHORE, MALIBU, CALIFORNIA
I was sitting on my surfboard 20 feet to the side of Neil Strauss, bestselling author of The Game.
The afternoon sun was shimmering off the rolling sets of blue water, and he was catching wave after wave. Me, not so much. In between bouts of falling into whitewash like an injured seal, I mentioned that my next book was a hacker’s guide to the human body. Might he be interested in gaining 10 or more pounds of muscle in four weeks?
He stopped catching waves and turned to look at me:
“Count me in. I’m so in.” Neil weighed 124 pounds.
The work started four months later. I was now watching Neil take 45 minutes to eat a small seafood entree at the Hawaiian-themed Paradise Cove restaurant. His fork would pause a few inches in front of his mouth as thoughts occurred to him, and there it would remain for minutes at a time. It drove me nuts.
This glacial pace was apparently a vast improvement. To prove this, he had e-mailed me an excerpt of an interview he did with Julian Casablancas of the rock band The Strokes:
Julian: You’re a very slow eater. You have had a ham sandwich in your hand for like 45 minutes.
Neil: That’s true. I know.
Julian: You just have a little bite. I don’t know if you’re just chewing it, or does the food dissolve in your mouth?
Given no choice, I resorted to feeding Neil spoonfuls of brown rice in between sentences. Neighboring tables looked on in confusion. The enormous colorful umbrellas sticking out of our coconut-shell “Cocoladas” made the scene even more questionable. It was very bromantic.
Neil had been punished as a kid for taking “Neil bites” and keeping his parents waiting at the dinner table. Not eager to be sent to his room, he developed the habit of stuffing all of the food in his mouth, which often backfired with projectile vomiting across the table.
Gross.
Pausing to sip his Cocolada, Neil said he felt sick. I told him to