Here's a conversation with a waitress at a nice little restaurant this morning.
Me: I'll have the eggs, ground beef patty, potatoes; no toast. Over easy and medium.
Her: Oh, the ground beef has almost no fat in it.
Me: That's unfortunate.
Her: Oh, yea, she gets the ground beef with almost no fat in it and cooks it well done, so it's healthy.
Me: I beg to differ. I eat 60-70% of calories from animal fat and have the healthiest blood lipids you will ever see in your life. Anyway, how about the sausage patty? Is that low fat too?
Her: Oh no, not at all.
Me: Alright then. Sausage it is.
Of course, she knows nothing about "health," neither does the cook, and neither do over 99% of the people in the civilized world. Primitives and savages know about nutritional health, but then again, they have to in order to survive. They don't have the "convenience" of being able to blank out and simply follow and regurgitate the "points and authorities" of the anointed, which, I hasten to add, have been a general disaster for most people who've ever followed them. She only spouts off with the "low fat" and "health" crap in the same sentence because of the oos, ahs, and pats on the head she gets from the ignorant, the stupid, and the moronic — most of whom are probably lard asses: from eating low-fat, sugar, and grains.
When she walked off, I turned and said to Bea: I hate it when someone presumes me to be a moron.
There's no shortcut. You must become your own authority and your own experimental laboratory if a sound and genuinely healthy body is as important to you as a sound mind. There's no dichotomy, and just as you must take on your own study of philosophy, history, and politics to have a genuinely authoritative view of man's life in this world, the other — integrated — side is the fitness of your own body.