I Speak for the Fat People: middle part

Let’s put the issue of overweight into perspective. If we look at weight historically, I’m pretty certain that from the beginning of time, there have been fat people.  We have all seen the pictures of early Cro-Magnon and Neanderthal men.  Even those quintessential hunters and gatherers seemed capable of packing on a few pounds.  After them came Confucius, King Henry the Eighth, Mamie in Gone with the Wind, Jackie Gleason, Pavarotti, Aunt Bea and my grandmother.  Chances are your grandmother was fat, too.

English: Luciano Pavarotti in Vélodrome Stadiu...

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Since our early beginnings, human beings have come in varying shapes and sizes and large-size was not necessarily an aberration of medium-size.  It is good that there are large-sized people.  A world without them would mean a world with fewer great opera singers, chefs, women of ample bosom, football players, construction workers and cuddly grandmothers.

It is not very difficult to become fat.  You do not have to go out of your way to try.  If Chinese youth can become fat, then anyone can.  Only about 4% of the population has naturally model-thin bodies.  That means that many models are starving themselves in order to be models.  It also means that the rest of the size 2 wannabes are expending a lot of physical and mental energy in the pursuit of thinness.  Carolyn Knapp, in her book Appetites, tells the story of a woman who describes the angst she feels putting on her stockings every morning.  She wonders what she could have accomplished in her life with the time she has spent worrying about her weight.

There are the naturally skinny–and then there are the neurotically and pathologically skinny; and the metabolically hyper-activated skinny–those who sustain themselves on a steady diet of excessive caffeine and nicotine—or maybe extensive exercise.   For the rest of us, the possibility of becoming overweight is just around the corner.  We are physiologically and neurologically wired to pack it on. The ability to store fat came in pretty handy a time or two during our multi-millenial evolution. We have about 107 compensatory mechanisms that prevent us from starving to death.  A bunch of those certainly kicked in to save our forefathers when they were unable to kill a bison.  In people who attempt to starve themselves toward thinness, the body fights back–it regains the lost weight plus more, and then absolutely refuses to budge.

In addition, we are wired for comfort.  Research shows that the food habits that sustain us are those that we developed while still wrapped in the loving veil of early childhood.  Whether that happened to be gazelle, chicken soup, mashed potatoes or cheeseburgers, you will probably turn to those foods as an adult.  Believe me, the corporate world certainly knows this.  The Happy Meal ensures that today’s toddlers will become tomorrow’s adult fast food consumers.  The concept of comfort foods is one I hear a lot about during my spy missions. Women have confessed to me that they would choose a good loaf of bread over sex.  The quality of the sex is not indicated in this context.

Then of course, there are our natural temperaments as well as good old genetics.  I listened once to a tender story of a woman who was adopted as a child.  She never met her birth mother, but she possessed a very old, poor quality home movie that she believes is of her mother.  Though she struggles to see the face better in search of subtle resemblances, it is the woman’s thighs that confirm her finding.  She states, “Look at the thighs.  Those are my thighs.”

On top of all this, let’s sprinkle on a life change, or just daily, chronic stress.  Take your pick.  Break-ups, abuse, graduate school, poverty, working long hours, care giving, depression or menopause are possible choices.  And, God forbid you should simply possess a deep sensuous life affirming passion for cooking and eating.**  Throw any of these on your plate and if your primal wiring wasn’t enough to enlist you, then current circumstances will.  Even the once-thins can become the now-fat–especially in this current milieu where food is literally out to get ya.  Not even the high school cheerleader is immune.  Any emotional state that is heightened increases for many,  the desire to seek food for reward.  When one is working their way up the weight chart, it is because they are possessed by physical or emotional hunger, or physiological changes that they can neither understand nor control.

I can hear you begin to protest that it has to be more than just this.  Aren’t we soooo bad?  We ate the piece of chocolate cake (and we loved it).  How could we?  How dare we?  That translates into four hours of floor mopping according to the calorie expenditure charts.  That must be fair penance for the crime.  As a spy, my days are peppered with the monologues and dialogues of self-hate and recrimination that people utter like a mantra before and/or after each foray into eating.  The guilt is palpable.  We must have all been ____________ in a previous lifetime.   (insert your own response.)

(one more segment to follow)

Related Posts:  I Speak for the Fat People: First Part and I Speak for the Fat People:  Last Part

Recommended Reading

The end of overeating.  Taking Control of the Insatiable American Appetite by David A. Kessler, MD, former commissioner of the USDA and dean of the medical schools at Yale and UC San Francisco  (missing capital letters are the editorial decision of the book’s author and not of this blogger who is also known to not use capitals.)

** Born Round:  A Story of Family, Food and a Ferocious Appetite by Frank Bruni, NY Times Restaurant Reviewer  www.bornround.com

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