Posted on 03/03/2003 4:39:43 PM PST by Pokey78
I have good news for you, Bob Briant. It seems youve been right about me all along. Mr Briant is a regular correspondent, who e-mails me after my columns appear. The gist of his remarks is always the same: I am stupid. I have always taken issue in the past with Mr Briants assertion. I liked to think that a degree from Oxford, lecturing at Harvard Business School and Berkeley, working in think-tanks and writing books offered some evidence of a modicum of intelligence. No. Yesterday I realised that the game is up and Mr Briant has me nailed to the mast. I am indeed stupid. A thicko. A moron. And its all thanks to the pizza I had for lunch yesterday, and the pancakes Ill eat later today. After studying 1,400 men and women, a University of Boston professor, one Merrill Elias, has concluded that men classified as clinically obese have, as he puts it, significantly reduced mental agility. Being an American academic, Professor Elias cant actually say what he means, lest he face a class action from FATASS the Fat Association, which campaigns in America to make obesity sexy. I have no such fears: what he means by significantly reduced mental agility is, of course, that they we fatties are stupid. (Ive not actually come across the good work of FATASS, but I know in my heart of hearts that it must exist.) The waitress who served me my pizza had clearly been reading Professor Eliass study. As she brought my meal, she made to give my friend Katies salad to me, and my pizza to Katie. When I said that the pizza was for me, she looked at me as if to say: With that body, how come Im not surprised? I am not a conspiracy theorist by nature, but Im sure she must have been speaking to my doctor. This good lady told me the last time that I saw her, when I had just broken two of my ribs, that I needed to lose two thirds of my body weight. Two thirds. Now take a look at me. OK, Im overweight. No, lets not beat about the bush: Im fat. But two thirds? (By the way, thats a rhetorical question: there really is no need for you to write in with your suggestions as to how much I ought to lose.) I had just been told about two stick insects (yes, we porkers can hurl abuse too) who had smashed all their ribs by hugging each other too tightly. My padding protected me against such severe damage. See; it might make me a thicko, but at least it kept most of my ribs in one piece. I owe Professor Elias a debt of gratitude. Thanks to him, I have at last worked out why it is that, despite my attempts to lose weight I diet, I go to the gym, I skip dessert it stays on. I am fat, therefore I am stupid. And because I am stupid, I dont do the right things to lose weight. See. It all makes sense now. Never again need I waste my time in a pointless quest to lose weight. And who, after all, in their right but, so we learn from Professor Elias, rather small, mind would not wish to enjoy the many advantages of being overweight? Getting one of those two seaters on the Underground all to ourselves because theres no room left for anyone else. Not being able to buy off-the-peg suits and shirts, and having to have them made to measure the height of luxury to you sad phasmids (the technical term for those of you who can touch your toes) but a necessity to us chubbies. Then theres always being asked if we want second helpings, because its assumed that if were overweight we must be greedy. Being constantly amazed at the number of gorgeous women who prefer being with a fattie to stepping out with an Adonis. Oh, and lets not forget world domination. Americans are fatter than Europeans. America kicks ass in the world. Spot the link, stupid? Then theres today, Shrove Tuesday. The guilt you beansprouts have to put up with to have one stupid pancake. Dont be brainwashed into that old Lent routine. Religions got nothing to do with it. Its just the old dont eat that, its no good for you agenda rolled up into Jesus to make you think it really matters. Strike out. Act on impulse. If that crêpe suzette smells good, go for it. If you want that Viennese finger, have it. If you feel like a bag of chips, get the vinegar ready now. And if it means youll never be able to understand Schopenhauer again, cest la vie. Im fat, Im thick, and Im proud.
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Clicked on your profile - sorry for your loss. My wife's father struggled with weight problems his whole life, and eventually it killed him - stroked out on my living room floor one fine day, in front of his daughter and his grandchildren. I'm not real wild about this fat acceptance thing, because morbid obesity looks a lot like a death sentence to me. People with weight problems don't need articles like this telling them that it's okay, IMO - they need help to get healthy and stay healthy.
True, but the cycle of depression and eating can make that difficult, especially when combined with a cycle of blood sugar drops and spikes. If Atkins is as right as he seems to be, I really hope he can become more widely accepted. I think the "S" curve is reaching the critical point, so I have good hopes that there will be major changes in the readily available foodstuffs (it's frustrating being hungry in a client site when the vending machine has absolutely nothing acceptable to eat).
My personal suspicion is that there are many people for whom a primarily-carbohydrate diet is reasonably healthful, but there are also a very large number for whom it is an absolute disaster. Once people start to become insulin-resistant, any attempt at a low-fat carb-dominated diet is biologically doomed to fail.
Call me a crazy dreamer, but in my vision of the future, people pushing carb-dominated diets to those in the carb-death-spiral will be told to take a hike, and the U.S. obesity and diabetes rates will start taking a noticeable turn for the better, and Robert Atkins, after decades of ridicule, will finally be given the Nobel Prize in Medicine he deserves.
So tell me, is that a crazy dream or future reality?
Oh, absolutely. I freely admit, I was really ignorant of this kind of thing, until I saw someone fighting with it for years, and ultimately losing his life to it. People don't understand what it's like, or how hard it can be, and so they ridicule it. If this is something you're fighting with, I truly hope you find the answer - I don't like to think of your family going through something like that again. It goddamn near killed my wife to lose her father in front of her like that, and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy...
So tell me, is that a crazy dream or future reality?
I don't know about Nobel Prizes, but it's becoming harder and harder for people to dismiss Atkins as a quack and a nut.
In case you might have missed it a while back: What if It's All Been a Big Fat Lie?
Oh, absolutely. I freely admit, I was really ignorant of this kind of thing, until I saw someone fighting with it for years, and ultimately losing his life to it. People don't understand what it's like, or how hard it can be, and so they ridicule it. If this is something you're fighting with, I truly hope you find the answer - I don't like to think of your family going through something like that again. It goddamn near killed my wife to lose her father in front of her like that, and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy...
Well, I think I found the answer for myself in my Atkins book. Been thinking of getting a few copies to circulate to friends and acquaintances who express an interest; do you know if there'd be a quantity discount for 5 copies or so?
So tell me, is that a crazy dream or future reality?
I don't know about Nobel Prizes, but it's becoming harder and harder for people to dismiss Atkins as a quack and a nut.
In case you might have missed it a while back: What if It's All Been a Big Fat Lie?
I saw that threat awhile ago, but was too busy to read it. Interesting that Atkins mirrors what was published in 1825. Actually, reading the references to old material sorta reminded me of http://www.artrenewal.org and its discussion of how modern "art" almost managed to completely displace real art.
Was that aimed at me or the author?
That would be me.
I get really mean when I'm chronicly hungry. Try and force a diet on me, and just see who gets the death sentence...
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