THE WAGES OF WEAKNESS II

21 11 2009

Some comments on my last post on “The Wages of Weakness”:

1.

The minor slights I reported in my last post were nothing compared to what I suspect most black people in the South experience! Those trivial events in my life are connected to the local virulent racism only in that they may have stemmed from it in some attenuated way, as I theorized in the last post.

But my little experiences do represent what I suspect is the most frequent FORM in which racism is experienced by its victims these days. Direct insult is now out. Violence is now out (except by cops). Firing at will, and quietly refusing to hire, are IN.

And the “inexplicable slight”, above all,  must happen every day. I would hate to be as hypersensitive as I, alas, am—and have to confront a world that contains so much scorn for folks like me.

2.

Nothing I experience in the way of inconvenience or occasional insult will deter me from pursuing my plan of avoiding driving—and the inevitable anxiety attacks that go with it.

When something seriously sucks, I believe it’s OK to avoid it. Millions of people have dramatically decided to avoid things that made them miserable or threatened to harm them during my lifetime.

The first group of people who did this that I remember were the Viet Nam War era draft dodgers. They were willing to go to Canada and live as foreigners for a lifetime — and in a country that’s COLD MOST OF THE TIME to boot — rather than die or suffer in any of a number of ugly ways. They didn’t believe any such suffering could be justified by the call to defend, not our nation, but our Empire.

I’m glad I personally got a high draft lottery number back in 1970. Viet Nam would have destroyed me (assuming I lived through it)….The only treatment they had for major depression in 1970 was electroshock, and it was not only traumatic by only episodically successful. I don’t think they had any treatment for major anxiety disorders at all.

3.

In the back of the mind of every old American man looms the ghost of John Wayne, exhorting him to perpetual toughness. I never had a shot at achieving that even when I was young. Now that I’m old, I look back sadly at my half a lifetime of struggling to be Waynian when I am by nature Barney Fifeian.

From now on I’m using to the full the amazing opportunity that age gives us to become no less and no more than what we truly are  — and in my case to get off the macho hook for good.





FAT – OLD – NO EXERCISE

16 09 2008

(a cautionary tale)

I am a fat guy who just turned 60. Nine years ago I began staying at home most of the day and working on my computer. I then weighed about 200 lbs. (And that itself was very high for my height of 5′ 6″!). I got virtually no exercise. I ballooned to 300 lbs. over the next four years. Five years ago I changed to working in an office. I then gradually upped the activity level to walking outdoors thirty minutes a day a few days a week, plus whatever exercise I got dragging my bulk around the hallways of my place of employment. Result: down to 285 lbs. And every exercise walk I took was an exercise all right–in enduring pain.

It is now September 16, 2008. At the beginning of April of this year I switched to walking to/from work 3-5 days a week (Round trip distance: 1.8 miles. It’s a 50 minute walk for me). Sparing you the intervening details, I can say this: Based on the way my clothing fits, I seem to have lost some weight from the last benchmark above. And, people, ONLY NOW, AFTER OVER 5 MONTHS OF DOING THIS AM I ABLE TO DO IT EASILY AND WITHOUT PAIN!

So if all of the adjectives in the title of this note except “old” applies to you, be aware that, no, you will not always be able to “lose it easily if I want to”. Research has shown that people who are overweight as children develop an extra large number of fat cells which they will keep for a lifetime. Those cells are always in there, waiting to swell up like balloons with what, when we lived in roving and often hungry foraging bands, could be lifesaving fat. What that means for you now, unfortunately, is what you may well have learned for yourself–that your body expands and contracts much more quickly than most other peoples’ as the amount of what you habitually eat and the amount you move each day change.

What I’ve found is that the desired overall contraction gets much harder to come by when you get old! Not only does this seem to be a natural physiological characteristic of the fat-prone body (mine, at least), it also stems from the fact that high weight becomes increasingly incapacitating due to the increasing tendency of the aging body to produce pain when used. I believe that I (barring some event producing a broken foot, leg, etc.) am now on the road to escaping a truly awful feedback system that could have become permanent for me: The more weight I gained the more exercise hurt so the less of it I did so the more I expanded–and so on and so on, perhaps all the way into physical grotesquery and complete body breakdown.

It’s best to get out and move, folks.