Barry Evans writes about the obesity epidemic at the Lost Coast Outpost, even going so far as to provide a link to this bmi calculator- that's Body Mass Index for those of you in Arcata. My BMI is 28.89- considered overweight- according to the calculator at 5'8" and 190. I used to be 5'9" but last time they measured me at the hospital I was an inch shorter. That's not unusual as the spine compresses over time shrinking many of us. That's why astronauts often end up a bit taller after a stint in space when micro gravity allows their spines to decompress.
But it is interesting that obesity is a major health problem in this country when we're also told people are starving. I know I've been surprised at the number of people I've seen at the welfare office that seemed not only overweight, but morbidly obese. Never mind all the guys I see walking down my street with dunlap (belly done lapped over their belt) syndrome. How can we let this happen to ourselves?
As for me, the bmi index says I'm technically overweight, but at my prime I was 5'9" and 189 pounds. I was in good shape then. I don't claim to be in anywhere near that kind of shape now, despite my almost daily weight workouts. I was glad when I was able to get my weight back up towards 190. The bmi doesn't take into consideration that muscle weighs more than fat, thus someone with a larger percentage of muscle will weigh more than someone of the same size that's mostly fat.
I had kind of a scare when in the National Guard with their weigh control program because of that. The Guard goes by U.S. Army weight control guidelines. Someone my height of 5'9" wasn't supposed to weigh more than 169 pounds, if memory serves me, but I was 20 pounds over. I was nervous when we went for a mobilization processing deal down in Walnut Creek one weekend, though I shouldn't have been, having at the time been involved in the administrative side of the weight control program at our home unit. I still worried they might jerk me around and make me go through some special processing for being overweight.
I shouldn't have worried. Going through the processing at Walnut Creek I was directed to an area to see a doctor. The doctor didn't even say anything, but I saw him write on my report "Muscular Build". I was pretty proud of that but, no, I didn't brag.
Can't say I'm anything like that now despite my regular weight workouts. I have a hard time just walking most of the time and, truth be told, if I take my t- shirt off, I'd say I look the fatso. That's one of the reasons you try to build up the chest with weights: A bigger chest can make the gut seem smaller- yep, vanity.
But I'm not like some I see every day that seem to not care and go out of their way to join the Club of Fatness. Like those folks I see just about every time I go to Winco, over where the cases of soft drinks are. Often morbidly obese people buying cases of sugar laden drinks. If I had any guts, I should go ask them if they realize a good part of the reason they're morbidly obese is drinking all those soft drinks.
Arrogant for me to be that way as soft drinks were never one of my bad habits. Plenty of other bad habits I enjoy but not Coke.
Then there's one of my other pet peeves: Those of you that drive around for 20 minutes in the Winco parking lot to find a parking spot close to the door that might save you 20 or 30 feet of walking. Being the contrarian, I always make a point to park at least half way out toward the street. I sure show them, although I doubt anyone notices.
It's like those folks in the store using those motorized scooter carts. Most of them are, at best, overweight. I have to wonder if they got that way by saving the 30 feet with their close parking space, or if physical problems started first, then the search to avoid walking? Probably one of those chicken and egg things- which came first?
I'm not trying to be too nasty here as I've been having some almost serious problems with my legs lately that makes it very difficult to walk. I've been wondering if I'll be using one of those motor carts soon? It just seems some of those folks can't use that excuse.
If you don't want The Freddy watching and judging you at Winco or otherwise around town, lay off the soft drinks. You'll probably want to park near me in the parking lot, too. I'm usually about 2/3 of the way towards Harris Street at a minimum, when I park at Winco, and proud of it!