I was looking for my purpose in the world.
I wanted to be great at something.
At nineteen, I thought I found it. In 1984, I read a biography about an Austrian man named Arnold with a big user-unfriendly unpronounceable name that--if you translate into English reads like "black ploughman".
I had found my purpose in life.
I wanted to be just like this man too: I wanted to bulk up.
I would be like him; it would be my destiny.
He would be my role model, my "mentor". I would be his unofficial protégé.
I made some gains in my musculature, but not a lot. At twenty-three years old, after getting my B.Sc. at the University of Toronto--I fell off a ladder. I was diagnosed with primary "idiopathic" hypertension.
High blood pressure (HBP)--but cause unknown.
I wanted to know why HBP attached itself to me, but the doctor did not know. He said pills. What choice did I have?
At twenty-eight years old, I decided that I would try something that I should have thought of earlier: I would eat more carbohydrates, thinking they would quell the small symptoms that had attached themselves to me--including the HBP.
To my surprise, my muscles felt stupendous. No more new gains, but my muscles--felt puffier.
But I was more ill. My blood increased from 140/90 to 160/100. My face was warm. My stomach was nauseated. Something was wrong.
My muscles liked more carbohydrates. The rest of me--did not.
I found out later that muscle loves endogenous insulin, which is released by a higher dietary intake of carbohydrates, since insulin pushes more glucose into the muscle to form glycogen. Glycogen bonds to water inside the muscle. Hence, the muscles felt bigger.
But why was I more ill?
I changed from a normal man seeking to be bigger to a man seeking the answer to a bigger question.
Then, I saw a pattern of metabolic stress on a piece of paper taped to a wall in an old age home that I was working in.
I had never seen this before.
They were stress symptoms that were caused by hypoglycemia, hyperthyroidism or adrenal tumours.
An epiphany clicked somewhere in my head.
I had a different cellular metabolism than my mentor. A metabolism that descended into metabolic stress symptoms when I made my muscles bigger.
Then five years ago, another lucky break…
I saw metabolic typing on a website.
Another epiphany clicked.
Metabolic typing was describing the cellular metabolic catabolic profile of normal euglycemic, euthyroid (i.e. normal) individuals. Each of us have different rates of glycolysis, the Krebs cycle and Beta-oxidation decomposing fats and carbohydrates.
I believe that Arnold Schwarzenegger has a slow-oxidizer cellular metabolic rate.
I have a fast-oxidizer cellular metabolism.
He was not violating his normal natural metabolic typing gradient by eating more carbohydrates to expand his muscles.
My mission on earth was clear: to tell what I discovered from science.
And I have done so.