Sunday, August 8, 2010
Class and Fat
After a lifetime of bad habits, my arteries are announcing that they've had enough. My days of dairy and sugar and everything deep fried in lard are over. The adjustment is very hard, and I haven't been very good at it.
It doesn't help that virtue is so much more expensive than vice.
I notice that what I pay for a small plastic container of virtuous nuts could buy 2 big sinful bags of the late Morrie Yohai's Cheese Doodles. What you pay at Whole Foods or at a small farmer's market in New York for produce could feed a family at Mickey D's. I can see the obesity rate increase noticeably on the Bronx bound 4 train after passing 125th street.
Meanwhile, McCaren park in Billyburg is filled with young corporate lawyers fresh out of ivy-league law schools who look like they just walked out of Leni Riefenstahl's Olympia. They look like sun bronzed decathalon champions who would make a statue by Phidias look out of shape.
I know that bringing up class is a big naughty no no in this country, but it appears to me that it plays a big unacknowledged role in nutrition and fitness debates these days.
A little sample from Olympia, the famous diving sequence:
Posted by Counterlight at Sunday, August 08, 2010