Proscription and Prescribers I once lost a hundred pounds in weight. I had become stressed by graduate life at Oxford, which was isolating and pretentious in inverse proportion to the experience for a working-class Irish-British Catholic of being an undergraduate. Anyway, I responded by exploring cigars, wine, and really good food, which in those days was more than possible on a student budget with British academy funding and lots of teaching on the side. I like the finer things in life. Anyway, when I finally got too heavy, I booked myself into a gym and did a modified Atkins diet (white meats and fish, no cream, no dairy and no carbs except the odd vegetable) and the weight fell off. I rode a bike, often with no helmet and no stupid lycra as now seems to be the norm. The weight fell off. I was, of course, acting in complete defiance of the frauds who were outraged by the Atkins (largely, it seemed, because they absolutely needed the validation of their overcomplicated scientised diet...
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