My wife and I are in our seventies now, and each of us is trim. That doesn’t just happen, however. It takes great effort.
First, we had to understand the nature of body weight – why it accumulates, where it accumulates. There are a lot of fad diets, from starvation (and accompanying psychosis) to vegan. In between are things that sell books, like South Beach and Caveman. I cannot speak for my wife, as we each cook for ourselves and eat differently. For myself, I long ago settled on what is now called “Keto,” short for ketosis.
If you wake up in the morning with “morning breath,” you are in ketosis, that is, fat-burning mode. Often during the night our bodies run short on carbohydrates and convert to that mode. This is the essence of Keto, to force our bodies into fat-burning mode, not just as we sleep, but 24/7.
Back around 2009 I remember going to Longmont, Colorado, near where we lived, to buy pants. There was a full length mirror in the changing room, and I did not like what I saw. Nothing I wore hung well on me. Something had to give.
Later on, in 2010, we went to a talk given on the campus in Boulder, Colorado, to hear Noam Chomsky speak. We must have gotten the last two available tickets, as we were in the balcony, and at the very back at that. I had trouble squeezing my big butt into the seat. I was filled with shame.
The following day I told my wife that I was going to go on a low-carbohydrate diet. This meant certain things had to go, such as chips, cookies, pie, cake, donuts, candy, bread, beer and sweet drinks, and most importantly … pizza. She, of course, was not the one gaining weight, and so could partake in anything she liked.
You might think that kind of diet difficult, if not draconian. Frankly, it was easy. My diet consisted of protein and fat in many forms and a limited number of carbohydrates each day. Here’s what is critical to understand: When low-carbing, your body is usually in a satiated state, that is, there are no hunger pangs. Eating is a routine, but never do we crave anything, nor do we ever get the shakes.
The pounds slowly came off. I did not know my starting point, but was noticing that my clothes were looser. I had had a physxial exam in January of 2010, and so called the clinic and asked them to look up my weight at that time. It was 232. They weigh you in with clothing on, so I figured out that I started at 228.
I weighed every day, and each day a few ounces had come off. Finally, when I got to 210, I “plateaued,” that is, no matter the rigor of my diet, I did not lose any more weight. I figured that my body was telling me I was at optimal weight. I few years later, after I found myself at 220 again, I did the same routine, but that time plateaued at 202. I am now at 208, and plateaued, that is, I can no logger get down to 202 again, even as my eating habits have not changed.
I am told that I look good, and I know that I feel good. The important thing to understand about low-carbing or Keto is that it is not so much a diet as a way of life. There is no point in gaining weight only to have to lose weight. If you make this change, you should know it is permanent.
Also, post-menopause women often gain weight below the waist. That weight is terribly difficult to lose, having to do with lack of estrogen. Older men tend to put on weight above the waste, and for us it is easier to lose.
One final note – I find it annoying to be in a restaurant or at someone’s home for a meal, and to hold the waiter or host to my dietary standards. For this reason, when dining out I eat everything put before me. As I like to say, I do not diet in public. In fact, eating out is fun that way, a holiday from regular fare.
The reason I am writing this is because of the photo below, taken from the 2022 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue:
Jordan Peterson said it must more eloquently that I can, “Sorry. Not beautiful. And no amount of authoritarian tolerance is going to change that.”
[This is brought up from the comment section: It appears the more I look at this photo that the head of a thinner woman has been photoshopped on to a fat body.]
This I know: Some guys dig fat chicks. Some people cannot control their weight for reasons beyond their control. All that aside, I do not have to like what I see here. It is not attractive. She is fat. Peterson’s phrase, “authoritarian tolerance” is apropos. We are being cajoled and shamed into pretending to like what we do not like.
I will not yield. She is fat. I find that very unattractive.
Peterson, of course, is catching hell. But he’s good at handling flack. I can’t wait to see him in exchanges on YouTube.
Someone, I am forgetting who, took all of this nonsense of our era a few steps further, wondering how it affects kids. Shown the photo above, a young boy might be asked how he likes it, and might say “I don’t like it. She is fat.” The kid will be told he has a phobia. Shown a tranny, he might say the same thing. Then it might be suggested to him that he is gay. After all, what’s not to like?
There is so much confusion out there about gender and looks. I can sympathize with an overweight person, as I was once twenty pounds heavier than my current weight, and I felt shame. Understand, however, that this shame was internal, and led me to make necessary changes in my eating habits. At no time did I insist that people look at my overweight self and pretend to like it.
It’s tough being a kid today, so much cancel culture, so much shaming for merely being normal. Gender now is alphabet soup. It’s all nonsense. In my view, gay or straight, if you have a penis, you’re a guy. If you have a vulva, you’re a woman. Women are nowadays de-breasted, men have their penises cut off, permanent alterations that might well be regretted someday, if not that day.
What these people need is not the surgical knife, but some support, even therapy, to arrive at that spot as we mature that everyone must: Self acceptance. Just get them through childhood and puberty, talk them down if necessary, set all of the power-of-suggestion originating gender confusion aside. When they become adults, their lives are their own. They can do as they wish.
In the meantime remember, penis = guy, vulva = gal, and fat = fat.