How Does It Happen?
Just doing week-end chores, stopping at grocery store and a
couple of strip-mall joints. Hardware
store, etc.. So many – so many of my
fellow American citizens have become yuge!! Not just a little bit, but absolutely massive
mounds of human flesh on the hoof.
Wa-a-ay beyond big-boned. Nearly eight out of ten are easily over the
250 lbs limit a lot of lawn furniture states right on the stickers.
I’m sure when these products were designed and prototyped in
China and elsewhere, they were tested and the rest of the world just assumed
250 American pounds, was way past any conceivable need. Can’t you just hear these 125 lb Chinese
engineers and factory managers saying, “250 lbs, that’s 113.4 Kg! Nobody weighs over 100Kg, 113 oughta be heavy enough.” Well, dudes, ya gotta come over here and just
take a look. 115kg is not out of sight
in the U.S.A. any longer.
And this is not any kind of evolutionary adjustment, It’s not
like people are just getting
taller, so the lower body has gotten bigger.
I admit I am short for an American male, about two inches under the
average. So generally a lot of Americans
are as tall or taller than I am, and that hasn’t changed. Say all seem to have stayed at about the same
eye level. They have just become so
wide, two of them cannot walk side by side down a store ailse.
People in the thirties are using those little electric carts
to get around SuperMarts. Bodies are
massive, but their faces don’t look all that old. Their eyes seem to be getting smaller, more
embedded pig-like in the midst of baby fat that never went away? I find myself opening doors for disabled people who have got to be my junior by no less than 20
years! I do not mind at all being
courteous to those physically challenged, or whatever, it’s my pleasure and
moral duty to do this, but still …?
I really can’t see this as any kind of body shaming. If a person is
born genetically short or super tall, large framed or exceedingly slight …
fine. Hey, ya’r what ya’r. No big deal, that’s great – diversity and all
that. I had a roommate in college who
was 6’8”. And, really big boned. Really kind of a giant. Very nice person, we’re still friends. He weighed in at maybe 300 lbs.. But he wasn’t at all what you call fat.
He was just really big.
But if you’re 5’8” or 10” and obviously have a regular bone
structure, 400 lbs is a bit over the limit – maybe. Butts the size of ripe watermelons. Not a
watermelon, but two full sized ready for market ripe watermelons – well, time
to lay off the pizza and chocolate croissants.
It is not healthy to be 35
years old and have to triple-turn to get out of your car door. To be 40 and have to grab an electric cart in
the parking lot to get to the door of the store, even before you start go-carting
around in the product aisles. Then to
have two or three little blobs (children) running behind whining that they have to walk while you ride.
Sigh … … …
When I walk down the parking lot and I nearly get run over
by some enormous pile of person (one person) who has one fist full of some kind
of whopper-burger in one hand and their cell phone in the other, also juggling
some bucket sized drink, well – I get annoyed.
What are you steering that two ton
steel monster with??? I mean, ker-rist, put one of those ham sized
hands on the steering wheel – just maybe?
Only a polite suggestion, really.
Thing is, I have to go to the health club, or Fitness Center as they are called these
days. No less than three days a week, I must go there, because two of my
Doctors keep telling me I really need
to do this. Sure I’m packing about ten
extra pounds, but I am also 70 years old and my metabolism has almost nearly
stopped. Two oatmeal raisin cookies and
I seem to gain a pound. If I don’t weigh
myself every time I go to the Fitness
Center and force myself to burn off 500 or so calories, I’d get massive
like that too. In just a couple weeks, I
can gain 20 pounds these days, if I don’t do my best to work off what I eat.
Since I don’t have any fields to plow, horses to curry or
sheep to round up (or shepard, I guess), as most – like 95% of us, I gotta get
on some dumb machine and ride ten miles to nowhere, or row ten miles on a dry
floor. My pants get tight if I eat two
donuts two days in a row. How, on earth,
does anybody get to the point where they a seatbelt extension on an airplane – without
noticing it! When you haven’t seen
your genitals without a mirror in
like a year! Doesn’t that set off any alarms in your sense
of vanity. Or, even sense of dignity.
When a standard chair at Starbucks will not contain 50% of
your butt, maybe you don’t need that 475 calorie frappe-dappa-chino with four squirts of vanilla hazelnut syrup and
four inches of whipped cream on top.
With a 400 calorie chocolate croissant on the side. Right there you’re surpassing the daily,
maybe weekly, allowance of calories of most Third World children. AND, for most Americans, that’s just a snack between meals.
If you’re forced to buy larger clothes every six months, my
compatriots, hey! You are just eating too much of the wrong foods. You’re killing
the Health System Insurance. Friends,
Medical Science is amazing these days.
It has saved my life because of my bipolarism. It really can’t save your life if your heart
just craps out at 45 because it has not evolved enough to do double or triple
the job is was designed (by nature) to do.
Medical Science can prolong your life by 20 years over just three
generations ago, but damn! It’s not Miracle
Science, it’s Medical Science. I think
you’re confused.
Take a hint. If every
birthday you have to tell your friends to add an extra “X” to the gifts clothes
they get for you, then … well … maybe … something
is happening?
Thank you Dear Reader and Joy be unto you.
dalepeterson.us
Just published “Twelve Roses for Kathy – A journey on a motorcycle out of the darkness of bipolar disorder”
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