For a change, my waist is healthy
Finally, vindication. We make lifestyle choices and then we listen to the naysayers. Well, I’ve heard the word and it’s actually two: OK. I’m not going to worry any more. I’m on the road to redemption. After all, with all of the studies and the theories and the downright nasty remarks made behind our backs, having someone as highly placed as a doctor who gets cited in the JAMA telling us that being “a little fat doesn’t kill you” should be a reason to celebrate.
Seriously though, if one can’t find at least a single citation that supports a given lifestyle, then things are not going well. Today, the press is having a field day with a study that says that a little extra weight is good for health just takes the bitter edge of things. Maybe I can have a Danish at coffeebreak. Perhaps I don’t have to run from desk to desk all day long. If the dog wants to sleep on the couch, why can’t I push her over and enjoy the warmth. Nobody is talking about morbidly obese, just a little extra to keep things going during a long winter.
By next week, another TOTD (theory of the day) will get to the top of the page and I’ll be back in trouble. Until then, I’m going to bask in the warm glow of the study that tells me my paunch is due to genetic predisposition.
The only puzzle is why it took them so long to figure this one out. Dieting while you live on a treadmill can’t be good for you. As for the little shiny spot on the study, that mentions it was after studying mortality rates, that’s just a detail.
