I’ve been contemplating a post on this subject for quite a while. Ever since I ran across yet another article pushing the idea of fat acceptance. this post has been dangling in my subconscious, begging me to say something about it at least one more time before I abandon this virtual space.
I’ve started, stopped, and deleted several posts because the times I dared broach the subject here it invoked the ire of my female readership. We women don’t like being told that we need to try and stay in shape. Since however, we are embarking on the American season of eating indiscriminately followed by the resolve to finally get fit after the binge, I’m gonna go there. Karl Denninger has graciously provided the impetus I needed to be bold enough to do it with his post, Go Ahead, Stay Fat. You’re Going to Die:
As I pointed out in my speech at the Ft. Walton Tea Party, if you’re overweight fix that now.
This is not just about money, it is about survival. Today we can treat a number of diseases that otherwise would kill, but at enormous cost. Diabetes is one of these diseases. Metformin, the “original” Type II diabetes medication that has been around for decades is now off patent, but it stops working over time.
Our new “wonderdrugs” are damned expensive and uncontrolled diabetes causes blindness and neural damage in the extremities (among other really bad effects), eventually culminating in the amputation of your feet (if it doesn’t kill you outright first.)
Most Type II diabetics can have their blood sugar control greatly enhanced and in some cases it can be returned to normal levels entirely by returning to a healthy weight especially if you get the crap foods out of your diet at the same time.
Yes, I know that we’re all going to die of something. Yes, I know that there are no guarantees in life, that diseases can strike despite our best efforts. That’s still no excuse to treat our bodies like garbage dumps. It has never been my desire to be unsympathetic to the struggle to maintain a healthy weight. I work very hard to stay healthy and I am no where near what you would call rail thin. I never have been, and with each successive year it takes increased diligence and discipline to keep the weight at bay. It has required even more labor and attention after the birth of our two youngest children in my mid- and late- thirties.
With young children to raise and a husband to attend to, I can’t afford to be unhealthy. I can’t afford to let myself go. I need to have strength, endurance and energy. I need to live on sensible budget as well, which is easier to do when I’m not spending crazy amounts of money on crap food that just makes it harder to stay healthy. The economic tipping point will come in this country and being unhealthy by choice will turn out to be one of the worst decisions we could make. Our families deserve better than what we’re giving them. The dismissal of health concerns was one of the reasons why the fat acceptance article was so irritating to me.
But you know what? I also think it’s important that we do everything in our power to remain attractive and sexually appealing to our husbands if we’re married. I’m not insisting that every woman needs to look like Twiggy. I don’t, and my husband would hate it if I did. I know that because the one time I managed to starve and exercise myself down to someone else’s ideal, he said I looked sick and needed to eat.
Shave about 10 pounds off the woman on the far right in this photo, dip her in caramel colored paint, and you get a pretty good of what I look like. I don’t know if she is as tall as I am (5’9″), but I suspect she might be since she’s clearly a model. Keep in mind that this is my husband’s ideal of feminine beauty. Your husband may prefer something else. Strive for it to the best of your ability. Loving husbands don’t expect unrealistic standards of perfection, but they appreciate effort much in the same way I appreciate my husband’s hard work and provision even though we’re not rich.
I should also add that the same government that claims to be fighting obesity also heavily subsidizes and promotes the kinds of food that make us fat. Ignore them. You need not be a nutritional expert to figure out the best way to eat. The closer the food is to the way God made it, the healthier it is. The more it’s been processed, the more you should avoid it. A good little book with a common sense approach to eating is Food Rules by Michael Pollan. I read it in one night.
Oh, and once again: ignore these fat acceptance folks. They are not your friends, ladies. I repeat, they are not your friends. Friends don’t encourage friends to dig their own graves with a spoon and fork while turning their husbands off in the process. Be your best, and unless we’re making our best efforts, we don’t know if we are our best.
Our culture’s inability to find a balanced approach to health and eating is ridiculous. We either insist that every one try and look like a fitness guru, or flip common sense on its head and say that it doesn’t matter how fat we are. “If you love me, you’ll love me like this.” That’s nonsense, especially if your husband didn’t find you “like this.”
This is the season of festivities, of eating, baking, and candy and parties. Like everyone else, I will indulge a bit. I won’t indulge nearly as much as I might have in years’ past. I’ve gotten tired of making excuses to be unhealthy because it’s a certain day on the calendar and everyone else is being unhealthy.
So before the holidays get into full swing, resolve now to do right by your temple and exercise moderation in all things.