Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Top 5 Reasons NOT to Lose Weight


There are days that I love my new shape and slimmer clothes and powerful reserves of energy. But this journey has come at some cost. I have outlined below the top five reasons I have some misgivings about this new lifestyle I am living. Now I don’t know if all “thin” people deal with these issues, but they are factors to consider before diving into a get healthy regimen.

Number 5: N.F.E. Syndrome

You know how occasionally you sleep with your ear flap folded over? And how when you wake up and “unfold” it, it slowly comes back to life? And as blood-flow is restored, it fills with excruciating pain? Yeah that. It happens to me nearly every night now, occasionally several times per night!
I call this Nocturnal Folded Ear Syndrome and I have yet to figure out the whys and wherefores of it. Perhaps the geometry of my head changed—the geometry of my throat has changed and I no longer snore, much to Minda’s relief. The geometry of my chest/abdomen has changed as well and I no longer experience the chronic heartburn/GERD that used to plague me.

I suppose another possibility is that I now sleep so deeply (the lack of a CPAP mask strapped to my face is very conducive to deep sleep) I am blissfully unaware of the folded ear syndrome taking place before it’s too late. Whatever the cause, NFE Syndrome is something to take into consideration if your plan is to lose excess weight for health reasons – your ears may pay the price for your decision!

Number 4: Freezing Phalanges

There was a time, about 89 pounds ago, when I could barely conceptualize the idea of feeling cold. I seemed able to skate (not ice or roller, just slide on through) Minnesota’s winters with only a vague sense of cold. Those days are over.

Even in early spring (or late winter as the case may be – 2013 comes to mind) as I prep myself for a run or bike ride, I run through my mental list of must haves: two pairs of socks, thick gloves, knit cap if running, hoodie if riding (and of course, adjust the straps on the helmet to accommodate the hoodie’s thickness), thick but loose jacket over shirt. Sadly, it seems the cold seeking my fingers and toes like water seeks rice usually wins the battle anyway. Mayhaps I'm just getting old.

And it’s not just my extreme extremities; I feel the cold all over, like a subcutaneous layer of insulation has been eliminated in the last 18 months or so. Suddenly I am susceptible to the human experience of cold! And I feel so Mr. Roger-esque when I arrive to my office: off comes the heavy jacket and on goes the sweater (actually, it’s my Monster Dash Half-Marathon Finisher’s running jacket complete with thumb-holes). I even wear my (other) Monster Dash jacket at home. To think I used to sweat just couch-sitting. In the living room. Watching television.

Not anymore.

Number 3: Funny Looks

Speaking of the cold, is it really that odd that one would don appropriate weather gear and go running in the middle of January in Minnesota? I get the strangest looks from passersby when I run. They look at me as if I’m insane to be out enjoying the fresh, crisp air, the sights and sounds of snow-buffered streets, while they drive by bundled up in coats and stifling car heat.

Granted, in light of item number four, above, the heat is appealing, but the alternatives to running outside are horrible. Running on a treadmill, mile after mile, while staring at an enthusiasm-numbing movie on the computer screen while I pretend to enjoy myself is not what I was cut out for. Human beings were not designed to run and get nowhere! No, I’ll take the snow-flocked spruce trees, the flitting and flirting of chick-a-dees, the stunning flash of a cardinal darting through the barren tree branches, the sparkly diamond-dust snow-showers through the slanting afternoon sunset. Even the slushy piles of “snirt” beat the treadmill’s track any day—well any day over 32 degrees (I’m not that crazy!)

Number 2: High Cost of Veggies

It’s true, a handful of kale at the grocery store is pretty affordable at $1.99 a bunch. But after 5 months of daily harvesting from my garden –both green and fancy purple kale—that price seems just a touch too high.
Of course I can’t blame the cost of vegetables on my dropping weight, but since turning to conscience and intentional eating, organic gardening has become a passion of mine. And besides the low-cost of daily fresh veggies, the taste –after all the sweat and hard work—is exquisite. And priceless, making the grocery stores’ prices even harder to swallow.

Whereas shoving sugary doughnut holes in my pie-hole whilst watching Biggest Loser requires zero investment of thought or time, savoring a fresh, non-GMO, non-pesticide-ridden seven-ingredient salad (lettuce, spinach, kale, parsley, basil, cucumbers, tomatoes) from the backyard requires planning, design, preparation, building, and then—gardening. That’s a lot of thought, energy and time! Be sure you have it available to invest if you decide to go this route to get healthy!

(I should mention there were also sugar snap peas and cherry tomatoes in last year’s garden, but they never made it into the house—they were consumed on the spot by whomever was the one to first notice them).

Number 1: Tick Tock

The number one disadvantage to losing all this weight, ending the 10-year dependence on Prilosec and the four-year CPAP experiment, weaning myself off the daily dose of the 3Cs (candy/cookies/cake), and trading that fix for the new addiction of running, is the incredible amount of time this lifestyle eats.

The time it takes to prep healthy food to consume, not to mention healthy snacks to ensure no backsliding. The time invested in the garden. The amount of time eaten away by running 15-20 miles a week just to get a good runner’s high. The extreme amount of time it is still taking to repair the model of healthy living for my 13-year-old son. It’s very time-expensive.

But the time lost is what saddens me the most. I wasted 40 plus years to realize this truth: nothing, NOTHING tastes as good as being healthy feels. I waited until I was 48 effing years old to start living!

But Wait, There’s More: Bonus Disadvantage

This may be unsettling for some of you, especially the ladies, but I would be remiss in full disclosure if I did not reveal all the sundry inconveniences of weight loss. So turn away if the subject of belly button fuzz bothers you.

It’s weird, I know, but I find I have more naval fuzz than ever before. I’m not sure the cause, maybe it’s the architecture of my smaller shirts—3XL down to XL—over my smaller belly, thus rendering the fuzz fibers’ favorite gathering place more accessible?

I suppose it could be all the new shirts – I rarely bought new ones when I was stuck at 3XL (especially since the 4XLs that would have fit better cost so much more and were harder to find). I suppose the new ones by virtue of their being new and unwashed 1500 times might just posses more of the fuzz-making ingredients than my old ones.

Which brings up another thing, for the men, especially to consider: these days I seem to actually enjoy clothes shopping more than say, eighty-nine pounds ago. I know, too much estrogen in the air from GMO soybeans or something.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Speaking the Truth

Have you ever seen those folks, they lumber out of a fast food joint, lighting up their Marlboros two steps from the door, their 3XL shirts and jeans stretched to the limits. Usually they wear a grimace of overstuffed stomachs or heartburn or both. They probably call themselves "Big-Boned" or "Pleasingly Plump". Or the ironic one - "Extra-Healthy".




I call them "The Walking Dead".

I know it sounds harsh, but I claim the right to call it as I see it. I was a "Dead Man Walking" not too long ago.

And maybe that's what we should all do: Call it what it is. Cut the sugar-coating. Speak the truth. With more than 35% of the U.S. adult population considered obese, speaking the truth might just save a few lives.

Of course, saying it in love makes the message a little easier to swallow.

"No Honey, you are not chunky. You are morbidly obese and I'm afraid you are going to die in your sleep tonight and I won't know how to face life without you."

"No, Babe. You're not a 'big-girl'. You are are very fat and apple-shaped and that is the most dangerous way to carry extra fat. Please do something about it so we can grow old together."

"No, Son, you're not big-boned. You are fat and unhealthy and your son doesn't understand why you can't play freeze-tag for more than two minutes. And he's starting to wonder about those cigarettes he sees you sucking on every ten minutes."

No matter how you say it, the truth might hurt. But it also might save your loved one's life. It did mine. Thank you Minda.